My Oasis

My oasis is my back deck. It's old and has rotting parts, but it is part of the green lushness of my backyard....and now it is special, at least to me.

Last year I didn't use the deck very much. A neighbour lent me his power washer, I truly made an effort to clean things up, but it was a horrible job. A local outlet had a sale on outdoor furniture, and I used it a bit, but not much. It wasn't an oasis. It was pretty ugly and blah. It was merely a part of the outside and I sat out, albeit briefly, whenever I cut the lawn.

This year is quite different. I started to sit outside on a plastic beach chair, and would think about getting everything set in place. One day, I finally got it together. The power washer, which I had purchased but never removed from the box, made a debut, and many hours were spent cleaning, and I discovered that, like cutting the lawn, I enjoy power washing! The furniture was arranged, in typical OCD manner, and then things happened. Thanks to the $$$ store, I was able to find some chimes and simple things to make the deck My Oasis.

Now I sit out there in peace. The variety of birds make their visit, as do the animals. Friends come to visit, and all is good. It's peaceful and serene, and oh so very important to me.

My girlfriend said that I made it my home, and yes, it is now a part of my home.

Song for the Week ~ Wishes Falling Through the Rain

Pieta Brown is a tiny, unassuming, woman, but with a haunting and powerful voice. The accompanying guitar on this particular piece is so necessary to the entire song. I fell for this song when I first heard it, and with that please take a moment to listen to.....


Pieta Brown - Wishes Falling through the Rain

Half Moon Haze

As I sat out back last night, enjoying the calmness and coolness of the evening, I happened to glance up, and noticed the moon. It was slightly larger than a half moon, and it had a milky white haze surrounding it. It appeared to be glowing, yet it obviously wasn't. This haze effect cast a quiet glow over my backyard, still light enough for me to see.

From my peripheral, I spotted something light in colour, hovering under one of the evergreens. White eyes were watching my every move, and then, in a split second, the eyes were gone. I couldn't make out what it was. It could have been a cat or a skunk or a raccoon, and I tried to pan around to see if it would reappear, but it never did.

In our ever so busy lives, where it sometimes is difficult not to do something, I count myself lucky to be able to enjoy this peaceful. My only wish is that others can find some time to do the same.

My Music for this Week ~ Blue Monday

'Blue Monday' by New Order


....perhaps a Monday appropriate song....perhaps not...you decide....





How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When you've your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me, how do I feel
Tell me now, How do I feel

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They'll turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortune
I'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now, how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting...
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/new+order/#share

WaWa and Milky

When I was little, I used to refer to water as WaWa. I am not even sure how the term came about, but I think that, because children cannot pronounce words properly and completely, that this was the easiest way for me to communicate that need. That term stuck with me, even in my adult life, though I choose, carefully, who to share it with, and now here I am sharing it....duh!

Of course, there's a story connected to this.

BJ and I have a daily routine. This routine never changes, and many of the details will not be included here, but the basis of that routine consists of milk (a.k.a MiLkY) and WaWa.Preface all of this with the knowledge that BJ follows me, intently, from the moment I get out of bed to the moment I start my breakfast preparation. He is like a little clingon, talking constantly, and almost tripping me as I weave my way around him and into the kitchen.

If we both manage to make it to the kitchen without (a) me tripping, and (b) BJ getting stepped on, the routine, broken down into 2 Phases, goes something like this:

Phase 1

=> MiLkY.

BJ, still talking constantly, plants himself firmly and squarely by the fridge, exchanging glances between me and the fridge door. Once I have the container of MiLkY in my hand, those glances turn into piercing stares, fixated on the movement of my hand. As I reach for the little plastic 1/4 measuring cup, he will sit up and take notice, most assuredly knowing what will come next....the descent of the measuring cup. When the cup has some MiLkY in it, he dances around in circles, and starts talking even more, watching for the magic cup of MiLkY to make it's descent. With the cup of MiLkY on the floor, he laps it up and heads off for the second phase of our daily routine.

Phase 2

=> WaWa.

By now you might think that I can carry on with my breakfast, and that BJ will find a good spot to nestle in. Not So! He trots off (all the while talking) to the bathroom, jumps onto the toilet seat (where, by the way, the lid is always down), and then onto the sink. (Note: BJ does not, and never has, licked out of the toilet bowl *PHEW*).

Then he sits there, staring out at me. If I become involved in something else, I will inherently know that I am being stared at, and sure enough, there he is, positioned Garfield-like on the sink, staring out at me and talking. That's my call to action. When I get closer to him, his talking accelerates, and he now shifts his focus between me and the WaWa faucet, waiting for the drips of WaWa to flow so that he can lick and play.

Lately though, something funny has become apparent. BJ almost (and I did say almost) seems to be saying WaWa. It's not a clear nor precise pronunciation, but to my ears it sounds like WaWa. If I ask him if he wants WaWa, he will lovingly look up at me and, in his cat-like manner say WaWa.

....and my heart melts. When he does this WaWa thing, I hug him close, and while bestowing sweet kisses on his head, he nudges his head against mine.

Some people express thhe notion that cats are useless creatures. That they are not very intelligent because they don't talk or do tricks, but not to me. To me, they are more than just this. My main man BJ is more than just being intelligent and doing tricks. He holds the key to my heart, and without him I would be so very lost.

My Music for this Week ~ Turn Me on

This is one of the songs from Line Dancing night. It's a fun song for dancing and grooving....and just plain fun.


'Sex Bomb a.k.a Turn Me On' by Mr. Tom Jones...





Spy on me baby use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim gonna fire shoot me right
I'm gonna like the way you fight

Now you found the secret code I use
to wash away my lonely blues
So I can't deny or lie cause you're
the only one to make me fly.

Chorus:
Sexbomb Sexbomb you're a Sexbomb
You can give it to me, when I need to come along
Sexbomb sexbomb you're my sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on.

No don't get me wrong ain't gonna do you no harm (no)
This bomb's for lovin' and you can shoot it far
I'm your main target come and help me ignite
Love struck holding you tight.

Make me explode although you know
the route to go to sex me slow
And yes, I must react to claims of those
who say that you are not all that.

2x Chorus:

(Break)
You can give me more and more counting up the score
You can turn me upside down and inside out
You can make me feel the real deal
And I can give it to you any time because you're mine

Chorus:
Sexbomb Sexbomb you're a Sexbomb
You can give it to me, when I need to be turned on

Sexbomb Sexbomb you're my Sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on. 8x

My Music for this Week ~ Chelsea

'Chelsea' by Counting Crows





I never go to New York City these days
Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me
Maybe in a month or two,
Maybe when things are different for me,
Maybe when things are different for you
You know all of this shit, just sticks in my head
Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyway
Maybe things are different these days
It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while
The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed
Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me
Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/E8B ]
Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyway
Maybe things are different these days
I dream I'm in New York City some nights.
Angels flow down from all the buildings
Something about an angel just kills me
I keep hoping something will
Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out,
I never had light in my eyes anyway
Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe
Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe
maybe things are different,
Maybe things are different these days
The light goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyway
Maybe things are different ......these days.