Halloween Arrives Again…Costume Searching Time…Help!!!

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Halloween cookies have made their way to the shelves at Target. Cookies by the dozen. By the hundreds. Don’t freeze any of those Halloween cookies or cupcakes for me. Ever! Ok…maybe I am weird, but I think they lose something after they have been frozen for over six weeks. Or maybe I just think it is way too early for Halloween shopping. I am still looking for some more summer sandals. I am so off schedule!!! This happens to me every holiday!


But really…I am just not ready for Halloween cookies or cupcakes or costumesTHE THREE C’s OF OCTOBER!


And the most challenging C OF OCTOBER is COSTUME! At least…to me!!!



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A few of my favorite finds for costume ideas for everyone again this year…well…maybe they are ideas for children. But…Peter Pan didn’t want to grow up…so why should you?



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Pizza Guy On The Way!


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Little Red Riding Hood Catches The Wolf!


Halloween five

I Still Can’t Resist A Gumball Machine!


Halloween nine

Future Picasso!


Halloween seven

Raggedy Ann and Andy…So Sweet!


Halloween six

7-11 Time!


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Lego Power!


Halloween two

Ninja Family!


Halloween four

My Most Favorite! 



So…there you have it…a few fun Halloween costume choices for 2017!!!  Remember…sometimes it is really fun to be a child again on Halloween! 


Sweet Anticipation for a Baby Boy!


Silverstein quote


Anticipating someone.

Anticipating something.

Anticipating a someday.

A someday with immense

joy and dreams and love.

Anticipating our grandson.

Anticipating seeing his face.

Anticipating holding his hand.

Anticipating the moment we see 

Our daughter and son-in-law 

Realize what love really means.



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Still looking for fun in a totally not fun situation. Still positive. Maybe.


ThankYouThank you so much to my readers who have written so many thoughtful and kind comments since my stroke on August 8. Your remarks have meant the world to me! For those new to my blog, thank you for following me even though I have not written an abundance of posts in recent days. I was trying to write something every day or (at least) every other day until this disturbing bit of a problem entered my life!


I am on my way back to health. I better be on my way back! This is just not that fun and I am all about fun. I do not call five doctor’s appointments in one week fun…although one receptionist is a laugh a minute. If not for her…I might rather run with the bulls in Pamplona.




Spain would be nice this time of year. Way cooler than Texas. And I mean cooler in the weather sense…as in an average daily high of 79 degrees in Pamplona and a low of 59 degrees. In Dallas/Fort Worth, the temperature is 92 degrees and rising. Guess what? It feels like about 96 degrees…I do believe that summer forgot to leave. The low temp today might be 75 degrees. Yep…it is sweater weather in Texas.



So see…those bulls are looking pretty good right now. Besides…my right leg doesn’t work correctly yet anyway. My hand is almost back to normal. That means that I haven’t dropped anything in 24 hours…a monumental record in post stroke talk. Therefore…I am surely good to go to Pamplona.


One small problem…I probably should not fly for about two months. Let me rephrase that…DO NOT FLY for two months. I might better get a second, third or even fourth opinion on the flying business. I truly need to be educated on this flying after a stroke situation. The flight time from Dallas to Barcelona is about 12 hours. Of all the luck. I would have to walk up and down the aisle at least 48 times to keep my legs working. People would be so sick of my complaining and whimpering.




Did I mention that I need to have fun?




 I was a lousy flight companion even before the stroke decided to attack me. Even back then our own daughter had announced that she might not be able to fly on the same plane with me…unless we were going to NYC. I am certain that my husband feels the same way. I am able to behave almost quietly and calmly flying all the way to NYC…my favorite destination. On a flight to Hawaii with college friends (a long time ago)…the eight hour flight was too much. I started ordering drinks like all of the other passengers…and I don’t even like to drink. It was pitiful. I do not even remember receiving the lei of flowers upon arrival. However, there was certainly one in my suitcase.




So forget what I said about Spain. I have to follow these stroke rules. I will simply have to forget fun for a short time. I know that I am vastly lucky…I could have had to forget fun for a very long time.








Memories of Poems. Memorized Another Day, Another Time. Always Remembered.

Memorizing poems



Four of my most loved poems…kept safely in my memory. There are days that we can always use beautiful words…at least, that is how it seems to me!



Caged Bird

By…Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.


The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing tree

sand the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.


Where the Sidewalk Ends

By…Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know…

The place where the sidewalk ends.



Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

By…Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.



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By…Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

 ***The following is a link to a post from my blog…from February 15, 2017…about a graduate school professor who required that each student in our class would memorize “If” by Rudyard Kipling. We were one group of fearful adults!!




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Rhyme or Reason Not Apparent on the Texas Gulf Coast. Resilience…Apparent.

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At first silent and hidden, the deep turbulence in the Gulf of Mexico was waiting to rise to the surface. Who knew the future of the storm? Who knew the extent of the storm? Who knew that water would virtually fill familiar parts of Houstona city populated by 2.3 million people? Who knew about the inevitable and ensuing destruction of fun and lively Port Aransas? Who knew about what dismal travesty Hurricane Harvey would bring to Rockport and Victoria…and on and on and on. Who really knew?


Houston one


No rhyme or reason. Warnings. Disbelief. Some stayed. Some left. Decisions. Who will help the helpless? Who will help the very young and the very old? Where to go? What to take? Why?


Houston seven


And yet…the resilience of of the hurricane victims is unbelievable. Volunteers who own boats very quickly arrived to assist the professionals in the hundreds of rescues. The First Responders have worked alongside unknown helpers…people who saw a need and dropped everything in their lives to respond to the crisis. Just as I was writing this post, I heard the following statement on the evening news by a Houston resident…

“We have been blessed by the virtues of strangers.”




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Trying To Inhabit My Old Self.

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Today is day #18 since I had a sudden stroke while we were on our vacation in Colorado. I wrote a post on August 17 about the frightening ordeal, but I am just now realizing the mental ramifications. My stroke was mild compared to most. I was lucky…no doubt about it.


However, as the neurologist at the hospital said when I mentioned going home…”Do you not realize that you had a STROKE? Think about it. This is a very serious situation.”


“We have to put together a plan to keep it from happening again.”



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Some of the realities that have made me feel like there is a stranger inhabiting my own body…


1. I still cannot write with my right hand. I try to print, but a three year old would be much more successful. When I had some lab work completed this morning, I was told by the receptionist to sign in and wait for my name to be called. Are you kidding?  I wrote a crooked and not at all legible “Pat”. No last name. No birth date.

2. When I try to walk, I tend to veer severely to the right. It is like my car when the tires are not aligned correctly. Or when the steering wheel needs some heavy handed assistance to work smoothly.

3. I forget about my right hand not working correctly and repeatedly try to hold items. It doesn’t matter how heavy or how light, I won’t make it far without quickly dropping something.

4. I am unbelievably tired…100% of the time. My ability to focus is nearly non-existent. That is the reason that my posts have been so sporadic. I know exactly what I want to write for my post, but I cannot seem to stay with the task for several hours like I could prior to the stroke. This ability should return…I hope.

5. Really…I am not going to mention anything else. I don’t like to sound like I am a pitiful and whining puddle of emotions. Especially when I know good and well that I came out on the positive side compared to the majority of people having strokes. I just need to get my act together and find myself again…because I know that I can!



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Trinidad, Colorado…A Hidden Treasure!


Trinidad, mountains in distance

Trinidad, Colorado with the Rocky Mountains in the distance!

When we drive to Colorado from Texas, we always stop for the first night in the historic, quirky and artsy town of Trinidad. We happened to discover Trinidad on our first driving trip to Colorado…when our children were young and we were naive about traveling with a totally talkative four year old and a totally curious nine year old. Frankly, we thought that it might take two days to get out of Texas. We sort of regretted informing them of the significance of those Historical Markers!


It seems like we stopped at every single marker and were informed many miles ahead of when to expect another. Therefore, we could not make it to our first intended overnight stop. Cancel the reservation in Colorado Springs! Trinidad…you better get ready for us!


We found a Best Western or maybe a Holiday Inn. Tired. It’s a long drive from Fort Worth to Colorado! The next morning we drove around the town and immediately encountered a very inebriated guy standing and trying to direct traffic (not in a synchronized manner) in the middle of Main Street. There was no traffic, but he did look rather happy and disturbed at the same time. Our two children were shocked and disgusted (to say the least) by the sight. They talked about it on each subsequent Colorado trip.


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Garden in downtown Trinidad


Naturally, we planned to stop in Trinidad for the first night of our recent Colorado trip. A friend asked why in the world would we stay THERE. I must have gotten a bit carried away talking about the street guy. She had remembered the incident for over twenty years. Really…she and her husband were not even going on the trip!




Building in Trinidad

Ornate downtown Trinidad building


According to official visitor information…”Few towns in Colorado have undergone such  dramatic transformations as Trinidad. Just north of the New Mexico border and Raton Pass, Trinidad was a stop on the Santa Fee Trail and home  to trappers, trader and early ranchers in the 1800s”


Main Street in Trinidad, 1800s

Main Street in Trinidad, late 1880s


What to see and what to do in Trinidad… according to information from the Trinidad Welcome Center…

 1. History buffs will want to visit the Trinity History Museum. The museum showcases the Santa Fe Trail and how Trinidad played such a vital role as southeastern Colorado commerce developed. The museum includes the Corazon de Trinidad Historic District’s Boca House and Bloom Museum collections.

2. Prehistoric humans have lived in the nearby Trinchera Cave for thousands of years. Artifacts can be found at the Louden-Henritze Archeology Museum.

3. Camping, boating, fishing and hiking can be enjoyed at Trinidad Lake State Park.

4. Comanche National Grasslands is home to Picket Wire Canyonlands…the location of one of the most extensive dinosaur sites in North America.

5. Trinidad has been named a Certified Colorado Creative District. The Southern Colorado Repertory Theater  is an important part of the district.

6. Santa Fe Trail Days is a Trinidad event in June that celebrates the historic trail. Artocade in September features a parade of artfully decorated cars.



Trinidad, Colorado…cultural and yet still a bit wild…and that is what makes this southeastern Colorado town an interesting stop for us!