I was struck today by a beautiful quote I read by the artist, Marc Chagall.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s pallette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
Most of us are concrete about such things as color. Leaves are green, skies are blue, clouds are white (around here, we prefer them grey!). But emotions, charged or subtle, have colors too. When we are sad, we are blue. When we are mad, we see red. When we are envious, we turn green, unless we have had too much alcohol. Then it’s literal and not figurative. But love? Is the color of love that deep dark red that flows through our veins? Is it the soft blue of a calm lake? Could it be the bright green of the new buds of Spring? Or maybe the blazing orange of a bonfire? Perhaps, the dark glowing umber in the smoldering embers?
Courtesy of Matus at Deviantart
The truth is, everyone sees the color of love differently, because love is not as easily defined as anger, or jealousy, or sadness. I close my eyes and try to picture what love’s true color is in my mind. And as the pallette of emotions drips its paints on my heart and soul, I come to the realization that love, true love, is simply colorblind.
I swear my appliances are possessed. My dishwasher decides when to turn on, and IF she wants to leak. My microwave? Her light dims if I touch the door in a certain fashion. The filter in the refrigerator decides it needs changing one day, but not the next. The stove is the only thing that works in my kitchen without a glitch. The washing machine talks if she is…. agitated. And the vacuum cleaner? Let’s just call her Jaws.
At least I’m used to their little quirks and complaints. Where some people talk to their plants, I talk to my appliances. I soothe them before turning on a cycle, and I tell them they did a great job after they are done. I even buy the expensive cleaners for them, and make sure to keep them spic and span.
I’ve seen too many movies where they can turn on you for being an ingrate. I don’t want to take chances
Saturday I took the kids to IHOP, since I was in no mood to cook after an eight hour drive. As usual, there must be music, and Eldest was scrolling through the XM stations when I screeched at her to stop.
Moon Unit Zappa’s Valley Girl was on!!
Like oh my god!
It’s like so bitchen!
Grody to the max!
Gag me with a spoon!
Like, fer sure….
The kids listened to it with deer-caught-in-the-headlights looks and Eldest asked me, “Like, how old is this song?”
And smartipants that I am, I said, “Like, totally thirty years old!”
Sometimes I get the feeling the current generation thinks they invented the words like and totally. They looked surprised to learn that certain idioms they use have been around for decades. Some, like swag, are new to me. That one still confuses me, and drives Son up the wall whenever he hears it. Lately I have seen the terms beast and boss being used. I always thought a beast was a bad thing, or an X-Men character. How little I know, right?
But all that got me to thinking…. what is to stop me from being an etymological trendsetter?? So, I thought about it, and have come up with the coolest phrase evah!!
I tried it on the kids this morning, and got a blank look for my efforts. But not to worry. It will catch on. Momma always has the last word, and that’s epic entropy
No Thanksgiving is ever the same in our family. But here are some things I learned this time around:
- My family prefers apple pies over cherry or pumpkin. They are heretics.
- Baking the turkey in an oven bag is a lifesaver.
- A turkey STILL only has two drumsticks, so do a lottery next time to determine who gets them.
- Avoiding the “What the hell is that supposed to mean??” question will make for a very peaceful day.
- It is perfectly acceptable to lay about in a comatose state. It is also acceptable to rise from comatose state to get more food to further enhance the comatose state.
I hope y’all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Now I am off to the mall with the girls.
Prayers are welcome
I shall be travelling again today, so here:
Courtesy of Mrfixit
GIG ‘EM, AGGIES!! WHOOP!!
And end to an era, but a new beginning!!
BEAT THE HELL OUTTA t.u.!!
Today I shall be fetching my folks from their comfortable abode, and bringing them into our Organized Chaos™! So, enjoy the Sithy for today!
And y’all know the Death Star™ really tied the Empire together…
But as usual, I’m running late around here.
Today I have to clean the bathrooms and reorganize the
unholy mess that exploded upstairs craft area before I go down to pick up my folks. Oh, and the pumpkin? It was too small, and the cardstock would not adhere well to it, so no Great Pumpkin™ for the table this year. It’s just as well, since we are having a turkey, a ham, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, rolls, cranberry relish, and three pies and a cobbler. There won’t be any room on the table to eat, much less decorate.
Oh, and I never shop on Black Friday, so I shall have time to make this:
Maybe…. as long as my mom is shopping with my sister
I know, I know…. it’s still early for Christmas. But not too early to make the Christmas List™!! It used to be rather simple to write down the names and pick a random toy to go along with it. But kids are teens and young adults now, and adults are the ones wanting the toys. And of course, there’s always that someone that’s always difficult to shop for. So, I tend to start early in the year to figure out what to get everyone, but I don’t sit down and do the actual list until the week of Thanksgiving. That way I have a bit of leeway in case I change my mind, or if someone drops a hint.
They always drop a hint…
Hubby claims to have a very, very hard time trying to give me a Christmas gift. He usually ends up telling me to get what I want, which leaves the whole surprise out of the equation.
Honestly, I don’t know what is so hard about gifting me knives or ordnance.
Why is that? Because the kids are still asleep.
Why is that?? Because they stayed up arguing well after I went to bed.
And why was that?? Because they tend to take things on a literal basis.
So today, one will be wiping down every single door, front and back, top and sides, and the other one will be wiping down all the baseboards. And once that has been done to my satisfaction, they will move on to the air vents and fans.
Oh yes, there will be joy today!!