Saturday, August 28, 2010

Elastics On The Doorknob

About 15 years ago while I was in the midst of taking an English class at the local college I also had to undergo minor surgery. As I was in the post-operative stage the teacher gave us an assignment. She often would give us a phrase/sentence and tell us to write something to fill out the idea. At first your mind is blank but then after grappling with it for a while you get into the rythm and go for it. This time it was amazing how easy it was to have something to say. The phrase she gave us to write about was...

“Elastics On The Doorknob”...

You’re looking green, my dear
You’re looking pretty bad
She wipes my face
She speaks so softly
She speaks so gently
She shows a trick
Cold cloth at the nape of the neck works
Dear angel of mercy
But I feel so sad
Cry, cry she says
Here are some tissues, she says
Cry, cry, cry.

What was on her name tag
She was so good to me
Her warmth, her suited for her job
How do I go back
How do I thank her
But they wheel me out
Down long corridors
Dizzy, nauseated, confused
Dreadful anesthetic...

At last I’m home
Sleepy, anxious, unsure
Future uncertain
Anxious for normalcy to return
Sick still and grumpy
But wanting to be agreeable.
Roses fill the air with scent
So lovely, so perfect, so loved.

The days march by...the roses fade
Up and about with new found zip
Normal is back
Routine is back
Wait though, don’t forget
The lessons learned
In just this brief time,
I gather stems
And hang the memories to dry
wiith elastics on the doorknob.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Rainbow #1

                                             -Shirley Ann Goerlitz

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Glory, Hallelujah!!!

Over time I am sure most of you know about our keen appetite for artichokes in this house. Our children grew up with them and continue to enjoy this culinary delight when possible. And they will hopefully pass on the obsession to their children.

This spring I found some artichoke (french globe) seeds in Big Town and started them off in my greenhouse. Three of the starters graduated to the garden in May and they have been watched with eager anticipation. I suppose I could confess to singing to the little plants and fondling the leaves and talking encouraging words to these treasures. Those tactics are all rumored to help with the growth of plants!

On Thursday morning during my routine early morning garden inspection I saw that 1 stalk has broken through to the top and has a wonderful, beautiful bud just sitting there. When I return for a Wednesday morning inspection I am hoping more stalks have popped up. I was so excited that of course I had to photograph it and have been thinking of it all the time I have been gone.

Did you know:

One artichoke plant can produce more than 20 artichokes per year.

In 1947 Marilyn Monroe, then still going by her given name Norma Jean, was crowned Castroville's first Artichoke Queen.

It wasn't until the 20th century that artichokes were grown in the United States.

The top artichoke producers today are Spain, France, and Italy.

"Eating an artichoke is like getting to know someone really well." - Willi Hastings

Friday, August 13, 2010

What a Guy!

Tomorrow my husband and I will celebrate 44 years of 'wedded bliss'...and I wish to honor him tonight in my thankfulness moment.

The following poem was composed some years ago over our first road trip to and from an orphanage we helped in Mexico...

What a Guy!

Sherwin says, bring me the hacksaw
I say, should I bring the tape measure too?
Sherwin says, no…just the hacksaw
I climb down the ladder
I climb up the ladder
Sherwin says, I could use the tape measure too
What a guy!

Sherwin says, I’m off to work
I say, Oh no, not yet
Sherwin gives me a big hug
Sherwin squeezes me and nuzzles my neck
I wiggle and love it
Sherwin says, you just love a hug
What a guy!

Sherwin comes to the well for water
I am there washing dirty shoes
I see his old work boots
Old beyond description
I say, we get to burn these today
Sherwin says, over my dead body
What a guy!

Sherwin says, for better or for worse
Just so happens, its for worse
I feel so sad; inner desolations swamp me
I say I am sorry I don’t want to be his worse
Sherwin says, what you talking about?
Our situation is the worse, not you, my sweet pea
What a guy!

Sherwin says, I have a real toughie here
His face is sour and dour
He struggles and whines
Sherwin says, I think I’m getting this one
Congratulations, you’ve won this game
Toughie, my foot
What a guy!

Sherwin says, we’re near the border
I say, how can we know the way
We want the truck route
Sherwin says, just hang back in the weeds
Wait for one of those big trucks
They’ll lead the way
What a guy!

Sherwin says, what did you think
Of that last group that came through
I say, you mean all those serious people; the mixed multitude
No two alike; and yet all the same
Single, anxious, looking and so unsure
Sherwin says, what about that guy with the thick glasses
who looked like the kid who missed the bus?
What a guy!

Sherwin says, this is one shitty window
Sherwin says, who gave this damn shit to the orphanage
He storms about and wants to bang something;
he cannot believe the garbage he has to work with
I say, but you are a missionary and you cannot say damn and shit anymore
Sherwin says next day, this is one sorry mess we have to clean up
Sherwin says, this is one sorry window
What a guy!

Sherwin says, what kind of town is this
There isn’t even a decent grocery store here
It looks like a place from another planet
I say, this is Route 66 country
History, romance, stories happened to real people
Sherwin says, looks to me like one big negative cultural experience
What a guy!

Sherwin says, my back is just killing me
Sherwin says, this Ford ain’t much
I say, would you like your pillow, you are doing just fine, nice and steady
Sherwin says, huh, I’m gonna go home and buy me a diesel pusher
Sherwin says, I want a big one so I can pass everything
Everything but the gas stations
What a guy!

Sherwin says, just think of those first settlers
They must have had a big jolt when they first came across the Grand Canyon
They would have been some shocked
What an experience
I’ll bet the first guy to get to the edge with his wagon and team
Looked over and said, Oh Shit!
What a guy!              

-Shirley Ann Goerlitz with love in her heart!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Wise Words by Mr. Frost...

The Rose Family by Robert Frost

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Just a Word on Wednesday

Yesterday morning was my day to change all my pre-paid credit card and chequing account utilities payments from one bank to another. That meant TIME on the phone to go through the list and make the necessary arrangements. I had been putting this off for some time but decided this was the day to grab-the-bull-by-the-teeth and just do it!!!
The time spent on hold with each utility was mind blowing and I was not sure how I would retain my sanity and still make it through my list and the morning.

I happened to have just sketched this little bird lightly on some watercolor paper so thought, hey, while I wait why don’t I try washing in the wings…then the body…then the finishing touches and by the time I was finished being put on hold for periods of time by 5 separate utilities I had pretty much finished off the little bird.

Do hope all the utilities are properly covered with payments but I have to say it was so much more enjoyable going back and forth from desk to paint table…highly recommended.

Here is my little bird…

This is my good-bye for now as my computer is about to go to the ‘doctor’ for a complete overhaul. I have backed up all I feel I couldn’t bear to lose onto an external hard drive but I know it will take me time to get back running like I am used to. So for now, adios amigos, ciao ciao, bye!