I miss the laughter most

Zinnia, Language of Flowers

 A few years ago, I lost a friend. One would think that by now my memories of her would be safely tucked away, to be brought to mind as a treasured remembrance when the missing-her becomes too great.

But that is not the case.

The pain is less, but the heartache is still an almost constant part of daily life. There are so many things I miss of What-Used-to-Be and What-Could-Have-Been.

And today I realized that I miss our shared laughter most of all.

Sister laughter is the best

I know the point of this video is the two year old, but I love the sister-laughter the best. And the sister dancing. Good for a smile!



The video was posted at Maybe Matilda and is of the site owner's sister and son dancing to a Just Dance video.

High hopes and a hair cut

Image via Freepik.com

Today, with Google-translated instructions in hand and very high hopes, I had my hair cut by someone who does not speak the same language as I. And...it was a success! I'm SO pleased.

And, yes, my hair actually looks similar to that pictured above...bangs and all! Yay!

Sherwood Forest

My favorite (mini-) stretch of Kennesaw Mountain

Walking Kennesaw Mountain on a daily basis, I'm slowly getting to know the community of people who regularly hike there, too. Today I had the vague sensation that, one-by-one, the residents of Sherwood Forest were making themselves known to me.

"Okay" versus "ok"

When texting, I enter all the characters in "okay." I'm pretty sure that means I'm old. Or an over-achiever. I'll go with the latter.

The Blind are Also Color Blind

I do NOT have the rights to this image. This is the source. If you know where I can purchase a print, please let me know.

This is one of my all-time favorite photos. I first saw it in college when sifting through old magazines for a research project. (Judging from the dimensions of the page, I'd guess it was a Life Magazine. However, I've always remembered it as being Time Magazine.)

I haven't been able to verify any of the details, but  a post on the Internet, states that the photograph was taken in 1964 by LA Herald Examiner photographer Doug Wilson at Disneyland, during an event for the Foundation for the Junior Blind.

Apparently, Lyndon Johnson bought a print for the White House. I would love a print, too, but can't find one for sale anywhere. (Sad side note: The photographer, Doug Wilson, rode his motorcycle off a cliff and died not long after the photo was taken.)

Random thoughts of the day

"Sewer" is spelled the same way as "sewer" (as in "one who sews"). I'm not sure how I feel about that.
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Double vision: The medical assistant who came to get me had the voice of a weathered seaman and the face of a Nordic princess.

My urge to...

...quilt is growing daily. I can feel the creative excitement building. must. refrain....

Beautiful Orchid

Mei Lan, my Chinese (and middle) name, means "Beautiful Orchid." That's what I chose for my station wagon's vanity license plate. As I pulled into the left turn lane yesterday morning, I was startled by the tag on the car in front of me. It read "Orchid." I SO wanted to jump out of my car and let the driver know that we had the same words on our tags, only mine was in Chinese. But I refrained.

(Image source: http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=1253&picture=orchid&large=1)