Ramblings of an Old, Romantic Soul

Oh, I believe I forgot to mention...we are the proud owners of a '91 Honda Nighthawk - for those of you not in the know - that's a motorcycle.  Now mind you, it's not a huge bike, nor fully loaded, but it's big enough for the two of us.  Perfecto. Terry has been wanting one for some time, and has been looking for years, actually.  But he would always talk himself out of the buy - for one reason or another.  This time, I told him to buy it.  Just do it.  And he did.  He got the tags today, so I do believe we will be going out for a little spin.  Of course, we need a sissy bar so my fat ass doesn't fall off the bike!  Pictures will definitely be forthcoming.  The sellers sold a helmet with the bike - Terry put it on and he looked like the Great Gazoo, from the Flintstone's.  Now, who remembers that character and am I aging myself too much?  But he, Terry, looked so cute...of course, cute won't do on a bike, so we will also be investing in new helmets.   He

Well, tomorrow evening my niece and her friend (who is like a niece) will be here for spring break.  I am so looking forward to their visit.  This week has been taken up with cleaning the house, washing sheets, making the beds, washing the windows, etc.  Today I finished.  Tomorrow I will blow the leaves off the front porch and back patio and then await their arrival. Today is beautiful.  I do believe that spring has finally sprung - in every sense of the word.  The windows are opened, candles are burning - the scent of fresh grass fills the air.  I can hear the distant, but loud, radio of our neighbor who doesn't seem to know the word 'moderate' or 'neighborly', as he plays his music as loud as he wants.  At least today he isn't yelling at someone on the phone or in person, which usually include a few chosen cuss words! Yes, today is a good day.  I've written two poems - something I've done very little of since November 2009.  Poetry lifts my soul

I met a new friend today...her name is Violet - she is 86 years old and walks her dog, Angel (a pom) three times a day.  I see her everyday pass our house, and today I was lucky enough to meet her.  She walks along with her rolator, as Angel trots beside her.  It truly is the cutest site.  I am very pleased that I got to meet her and look forward to having other conversations with her.

So, it's settled.  Employment in Florida sucks - big time!  I've applied at various places and haven't been able to attain a position.  And today, I got a letter stating 'my application will not be considered any further' from the Flagler Sherriff's Department - a job I really wanted.  Why?  Who knows...I'm thinking there was someone in-house already pegged for the job - because let's face it, my credentials were perfect for the position.  I am greatly disappointed; I truly thought this was the job that would come through.  BUT...it was full time, and I'm not quite sure I want full time.   All I know is that I need something to occupy some of my time.  With Terry working, I have way too much time on my hands and spend way too much time playing Bejeweled and thinking, thinking, thinking.  Thinking about things I have no control over, thinking about things I do have control over; thinking about this blog - is it really worth writing down my thoughts,

I longed for you Sweet Eowyn, to fill my empty arms; like a dream you came to me, if only fleetingly, filling my heart with joy . Vacant now, my womb still aches and yet, again, I long for your return, if only in my dreams. Copyright © Kristina M. Hooper, 03/16/2010 My heart is heavy today; my niece miscarried.  She and her husband had longed for this child for years...and now, nothing.  Eowyn is what they were going to call her.  Some know the name from Lord of the Rings - the warrior princess, niece of Theodin, who killed the Nazgul.  I wish I could do something, say something to ease the pain and emptiness my Katie is feeling ~ but what is there to say?  Only that I love her so and ache for her.   These are the times I question why?  What is the purpose of taking such a precious life?  What would she have been like?  Unique and beautiful for sure - just like her mother.  The battle to conceive was long and hard...as one who was never able to conceive, the battle was

So, we decide to go to Lowe's today to buy a drill.  But just what kind of drill?  A hammer drill?  An impact drill?  A drill/driver or just a drill?  And what size bits do we need ~ 1/2" or 3/8"?  After half an hour of listening to my husband describe what he needed, we left the store empty handed!  Ah men...I love my Harry Homeowner and I'm happy to see him doing new things, making our home safe and maintained.  He is wonderful, but sometimes can be a bit frustrating! On a lighter note, we did order chinese for dinner and drove to the river front to eat - beautiful breeze - okay, downright chilly, as the sun was setting and the fish were jumping...this is my life and I love it!

I woke up this morning, couldn't sleep, and it was so dark...thought is was the middle of the night...the clock said 7:09 - another dark, rainy day.  But alas, our clocks change automatically, so in reality it was only 6:09...the day is now dawning and it looks to be a beauty!  Blue skies, sunny...birds already singing their songs!  I am filled with wonder and happiness that I am here - truly blessed. Yesterday was  a good day.  We ventured out and about.  Went to the farmer's market and bought our fresh produce for the week; stopped by a flea market and purchased a few goodies - a cast iron skillet, a veggie griller, and I purchased two books - just couldn't resist.  Went to a nursery to investigate various soils for our garden; then home again.  It was good to spend the day with my love - I miss him during the week. As much as I tell myself I will never by another book until I read all those I have (which are many), it doesn't work.  I bought an Alexander Dumas no

It's a rainy day in Florida - the second rainy day in a row...not much to do but stay indoors and ponder. I started one of my projects!  My goal is to scan in two full boxes of old photos - gathered throughout my life - to put on DVD/CD.  Yesterday, I pulled out the boxes and started browsing.  Wow - a flood of emotions.  How young I looked back in 1978, 1981, 1989...how young and innocent.  Much has changed since those days.  But we learn from life - all our experiences make us richer and make us who we are today, warts and all.  If we are fortunate, we learn from our mistakes.  Some do, some do not.  Funny thing in looking back at my younger self.  I was always considered overweight, fat...I look at the pictures and think 'what?'...For sure, I wasn't a beanpole like my sister, Kate, but I wasn't fat.  How those adjectives colored my whole life, my self worth.  I look at these photos and see this cute, adorable, humble person - not the fatty who I thought I w

Who am I? I recently retired and my husband and I moved to Florida, leaving most of our families behind.  There are days when I miss the family, days when I do not.   One would think that being recently retired would be a good thing, and indeed, it is.  However, I have come to the conclusion that retiring and relocating should not have happened at the same time.  I should have stopped working, adjusted to the new life of a lady of leisure, started projects, then moved.  Instead, it all happened at once and I am having a hard time adjusting.  Not to say I don't like my free time - it's just that there is A LOT of free time.  And now that my husband has been working, I am left to fend for myself.   I haven't made any friends, but I don't really want to make the effort.  I have come to realize that I am not the 'people person' I once thought I was.  And that's okay.  I am quite content to be at home on my computer, writing poetry, playing bejeweled or ma