Whoever said, "Sticks and stones may break the bones, but words will never harm" did NOT know one thing about life. No matter how strong you build the walls around your heart to guard and protect, some words find their way thru (or over/under). Wishing I were a duck this morning, or at least had the same protection they have - you know, that oiliness on their feathers to make the water just roll on off. Sigh. If that stuff could be packaged to put around the heart? $$Millions$$ could be made immediately! Sigh
Good morning Y'all ☕☕️☕️
Thank you to all who supported me during this most recent Facebook jail time.
I promise to do better at being "good".
To only post pretty pictures, funny memes, cute videos, and uplifting words.
A picture wishing Jimmy Page a Happy Birthday + a picture of Niagara Falls frozen in 1911 = landed me in Facebook jail THIS TIME! *shaking my head*
Which most likely means that no matter what I post or share, it will happen again.
As long as I am a target of someone's frustration & anger.
To whoever has done this: Bring it on! Take your best shot.
You can't keep a strong Southern woman down.
Yes, this has given me pause to think, it has also changed a part of me deep within. I
f you didn't like me before?
There is the distinct possibility - no, a high probability … no, almost a solid guarantee - you won't like me now!
In the words of my Sweetheart, "Whatever it takes for you to sleep at night",
I shall take the high road, and Karma WILL have your ass!
Bless your heart!
Natural Ice and Snow Pillar at Ash Cave in the Hocking Hills
Guess I needed a break from Facebook.
In some ways, it has been kind of nice. Less drama.
But in other ways? I miss the interaction with others. And I miss sharing my thoughts as I go thru the day.
I've been thinking about Rick a lot lately (no surprise there).
It is an honor to have been loved by him - his first true love ... and his last.
That he loved me just like our vows said, "Till death do us part".
I wanted the fairy tale dream, where we loved & laughed & lived until we were both over 100 and then died together while making love.
But just to know that he died loving me, and that I was there touching him.
There is comfort in that knowledge.
I love you BIG, Rick.
Always have, and I forever will.
What if Rick wasn't supposed to be my "happy ever after", but I was his?
Perhaps I was put in his life to help him, to see him thru to the end.
Doesn't make the emptiness any less, or the ache easier.
Doesn't wrap arms around me to comfort and hold me.
But these are the thoughts that play in the back of my mind as I work.
Today I will miss the sweet ending to the day.
Arms that tenderly hold me.
An innocent forehead kiss.
The soothing sounds of sleepy breathing.
Cheek laid against skin.
What I miss the most today?
On the couch while watching tv & in the middle of the night.
The gift of touch is more important than I could ever have imagined.
Ever miss something so much it physically HURTS?
Coffee Grinder History
So when did coffee grinders come about? Back in this time in Ethiopia (around 800 A.D.), when coffee was starting to find a number of uses, the stone mortar and pestle were the go-to coffee grinders of choice.
Mortar & Pestle – The Original Coffee Grinder
It wasn’t long after coffee was discovered as something we could consume in various forms that humans started to experiment with it – and part of that experimentation meant grinding up the coffee cherry seeds, not to mention cooking or roasting them. Can you imagine being there when the first person discovered what happens when you actually roast coffee beans over a low flame? Wow!
As these mortar & pestle combos were the primitive versions of coffee grinders back in our history, they were used more out of pragmatism and they had not yet entered their highly decorative phase as you will see.
Certain stones or pieces of wood were selected to fulfill their purposes – obviously people must have had their favorites, so you might say this was the beginning of “style” when it came to coffee grinders.
Perhaps these objects, used to pulverize coffee for a variety of purposes, were looked upon with great reverence at the time. Or, perhaps they were no more valuable than a common fork or spoon is today. One would assume that if coffee had the air of magic about it, that the mortar and pestle must have had some special aura about them as well.
Even up until present day, things like coffee are still crushed by this mortar and pestle method in certain places.
The promise of day, of hope.
No matter how dark the night,
No matter how deep the heart weariness …
There is morning.
For January 5: I missed the most? That pat on the butt whenever we got close. No matter where we were. Just one soft pat.
Thankful the most? Sunshine. How good to see the sun after days of grey skies.
For today, January 6: I miss the most? Not having to defend myself against rude and hateful behavior. Thankful the most? Knowing that this too shall pass, hopefully.
A SOLDIER’S SUPRISE
by Gail Litrenti-Benedetto, Park Ridge, Illinois
It is spring of 1943 during World War II. Standing among hundreds of new soldiers at Camp Grant, in Illinois, my father, Sam, just 18 years old, waits as a truck slowly drives by. A full field pack is randomly tossed to each soldier. “How strange,” my father thinks, as he sees his last name, Litrenti, marked on each item in his pack. “How did they know it was me when they tossed the pack?” He was impressed! Beating all odds, my father was tossed a field pack from World War I—his own father’s.
Thank you to the one who shared this with me. I promise myself to think more like this on 2019. 💞
I’M SO IN LOVE with this BRAVE WOMAN. I’ve betrayed her. I’ve not loved her at full capacity. I’ve fed her lies & once told her she wasn’t good enough. I’ve allowed her to be broken. I’ve allowed her to run through brick walls & battle for others who won’t even stand for her. I couldn’t stop individuals from abandoning her, yet I’ve seen her still get up to be a light to the world & love others despite all. I’ve stood paralyzed by fear as she faced battles alone, watching her fight for those she loves. Forgive me for not going to war for you like you do for others. This QUEEN is a WARRIOR. She’s not perfect but the Gods call her WORTHY! She’s UNSTOPPABLE. Gracefully broken but beautifully standing. She is love. She is life. She is transformation. She is grace. She is BRAVE! She builds Arks before there is any rain. Who wouldn’t fall in love with her for a lifetime? #timetoputmyselffirstforonce #lovewhoyouare #iamenough 🙌🏽⭐️ Please Repost With A Picture Of Yourself.
Good morning. Coffee story time. ☕️
There have been many times that my "smart" phone has made me feel stupid, but never as much as it did this morning. 😏
But first, in my defense of innocence👼, let me say that I woke up again at 2:40 a.m. with leg cramps, a headache, and severe nausea. I sat there rubbing my leg, trying not to think, and breathing deeply to calm my tummy. It took until almost 4 a.m. to quiet my body down enough to even get sleepy again. Knowing that I needed to wake up at 5:45 a.m. (work day today), I checked my alarm. Realizing how tired I was I was afraid that I would not hear the alarm. So, since I slept in a sundress with an elastic bodice, I slipped my phone down into the front of my dress, and I went to sleep.
Now, second in my defense, I was going thru some of my things between Christmas and New Year's - a purging of sorts. And I found a package of panties that were brand new. Yeah, me. However, I have lost some weight since buying them, so they are about a size and half too big. Didn't think about that being an issue.
I woke up at 6:06 a.m. thinking of nothing but making coffee. ☕️As I was putting the coffee and water into the pot, I felt that uncomfortable urgency to pee. (TMI? I'm sure it will be worth it.) I focused intensely on getting the coffee going. About that time, I thought about my phone. I felt the top of my dress, no phone. Did I dream that I put it there? I walked over to the recliner, did not see my phone. But the urgency to pee was greater than the desire to find my phone.
I started back to the bathroom, reminding myself that I needed to plug my phone in for a charge when I found it.
Almost to the bathroom and a light came on.
Under my dress.
Lower than my waist.
? ? ? 🧐
Losing all sense of needing to pee at that moment, I realized what had happened.
One more "in my defense", I have a popper on the back of my phone to help me not drop it (I have arthritis in my right hand, and sometimes I simply lose the grasp on things).
Ok, to finish this.
My phone had slipped down into my dress, I assume when I stood up. The popper had hung on my panties. I also assume that in moving around the screen had come on, or the flashlight button had been activated. 😒
Yes, I retrieved my phone from my panties, turned the screen & flashlight off, plugged it in.
Then made a mad urgent dash to the bathroom to PEE!
So that was the beginning of my Saturday morning. How is yours? Sigh
I love this picture.
Having been to many old country stores,
I know how this store smells inside,
I can hear the creaking of the floor boards.
Oh the stories that are being told on this porch!
The laughter that rings in the air. T
he ice cold drinks, with bits of ice frozen to the bottle that drips on the shirt as it melts. Ahhhh...yes, I love this picture -
and the memories it invokes.
I'm in a really dark place right now.
I was putting my shirt on and got my head stuck in the arm hole.
Today, January 4, I miss being held. That simple act that means so much. Just being held, for a quiet moment. <3
And I will be thankful for silly laughter, especially the laughter over the "dad jokes", or puns.
Last night the missing of Rick, and all that went with him, was overwhelming.
As I lay there, the tears fell silently until I fell asleep.
I woke up around 3 (as usual).
Sitting in the chair trying not to think,
I made the decision to allow myself one thing each day to miss most,
but also to search for and mention one thing that I am thankful for being blessed with
in that day.
Today I will do 3 of each, to catch up to today.
For January 1:
Missing the most?
Hugs. The innocent ones, that simply say, "I care about you".
For the UK Cats winning the Citrus Bowl :)
That was an AWESOME game! Enjoyed it so much!
For January 2:
Missing the most?
Forehead kisses. Again, they simply say, "I care about you".
For a granddaughter who sends me chat messages
simply because she loves her Grannee and misses me.
I love you Kyla.
And for today, January 3:
Missing the most? A kiss.
One that makes me feel like I deserve that kiss, that I am worthy of being kissed.
Why this page?
I wanted a place to share my coffee thoughts, and although I use Facebook & Twitter to do just that, I realize that many people are getting fed up with all the drama that is on either, and both. So many that were using those 2 social medias to stay in touch, have taken a step back - yet they still want to know thoughts that go thru this scattered widow's brain. If you are interested, here it is :) - - without the drama.
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