TaV3Rn TriX + TR3Ats
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M3TrOPAD on a rainy Tuesday Morning.
Waning Moontiquity
My thyme to let things be, detach, break old mind-sets and just plain rest.
Waning Moon, you seem quiet, but you serve a purpose in my life and I love you.
The history of our MetroPAD
I am always very interested in finding out the history of the homes where I live. I like to know what has happened in the particular place I will be resting, connecting and living. I want to know what kind of energy to expect, what kind of energy to clear or possibly keep & work with…
This is our first time to ever live in a high-rise apartment. Our dream of traveling in our rv didn’t happen in the time line we were expecting. Perhaps if we held out a little longer it would have. I’m sure of it. But honestly, we were over it. Right after we videotaped the reasons why we were choosing to live a simple life in an rv, some sort of veil was lifted. It’s almost like we needed to have a document, and in our case a video to express how we look at life and material things. Then after that little video was ready to rock, POOF…We changed directions. I LOVE & celebrate that we have the freedom to do that.
Because our life is ALL about experiencing new things, this is a totally new one for us. Never thought we would be the Jeffersons. Never thought I would have to take an elevator wherever I go. Not even a year ago, I would take the flight of stairs over taking an elevator. I was terrified of those confined creepy things. But I had a dream about 6 months ago that must have rewired that part of my brain…Maybe I’ll post about it soon…anyhoo…
HISTORY & WHERE WE ARE TODAY
The Metropole. This building was built in 1966. It was an Exxon building. It was the computer techy part of Exxon. How do you like THAT kind of energy?! In 2010 the buyers converted the building to create luxury apartments. And boy did they do a mighty fine job at that! It looks like they have kept true to the 1966 swanky look of that day. The colors, the decor all have that late 60’s appeal, but with what would be considered modern for that time. When we first walked into this building, I immediately connected with the retro charm.
This is the tv room. This is a common area for all residents. Above the fireplace hangs a flat screen tv. We watched Big Bang Theory last night here since we don’t have cable yet. And now I am starting to wonder if we should even get it…
This is a lounge, another common area. It over looks the pool & hot tub. On the other side of the fireplace is a kitchen.
This is the business center. Macs and snazzy chairs.
Levi loves this room…
& Skipper is happy that he gets to walk to work from here and it only takes him 5 minutes. We literally live across the street from his work @ Greenway Plaza.
Groovy
fanatical criminal
“A child does not have to be motivated to learn; in fact, learning cannot be stopped. A child will focus on the world around him and long to understand it. He will want to know why things are the way they are. He won’t have to be told to be curious; he will just be curious. He has no desire to be ignorant; rather he wants to know everything. ” —Valerie Fitzenreiter, in The Unprocessed Child: Living Without School
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!
At night, when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
the logical song by supertramp
scallymama makes a cameo
my son bought me a cameo necklace at a garge garage sale three years ago. the chain broke. last year i bought a cool beaded necklace that i adored. the pendant broke. this morning i glued the cameo on to my cool beaded necklace. now, i have the best of both worlds. close to my heart.
food scallywaif style – pegleg pimento
we are flexitarians. flexible vegetarians. it’s the best way to describe our… undiet. i am preparing food scallywaif style. today’s special: pegleg pimento sandwiches with potato and leak leek soup. just last month i hated pimento sandwiches. i would rather lick the bottom of your boot than eat a pimento sandwich. but a few weeks ago, my MIL made the most divine sandwiches i have ever tasted. i couldn’t believe it was pimento. NOTHING pimento-ee about them… other than the pimentos. let me take you there: imagine soft cream cheese. imagine a little shredded sharp cheddar. imagine a little garlic. imagine a few pimentos. imagine it blended beautifully all together in one big dreamy creamy and rich mound of goodness. imagine eating it open face with garlic clove bread. i am getting a stiffy just thinking about it.
walking my own plank and writing about it.
i took the words scallywag and waif and married them. i feel like a scallywaif — playfully mischievous. waif = i’m tiny in stature, but that is beside the point. i feel small in comparison to the huge universe that seduces me with all of its mind blowing whims. i’m the girl who likes to roll up her knickers and play in the mud. i am easily charmed by the heat and designs of fire. and the wind is a dear friend of mine that sweeps my hair in all the right places. i’m a dreamer, but at the same time i’m big on living in the moment. i love change. i am not the same girl i was last week or even two minutes ago. you can call it “reinventing”, but i don’t see it in those terms. i hate cliches, but life really IS a journey. Each event, circumstance and person i come across leaves an impression on my soul and it changes who i am. although i have had several blogs — sev-a-ral blogs, this is the first blog that is just for me. my candid little crazy ass self is going to cut loose. i’m blogging for me this time. my therapy. my sanity. welcome.
Moontiquity 