tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215580522024-03-13T15:33:24.092-05:00And then there is life...A life lived with hair on fire.Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-87766214481972859022021-09-15T15:25:00.000-05:002021-09-15T15:25:25.808-05:00Day 1.5 IcelandEverything is better after a nap. I got about four hours on the plane, and another four in the room topped me right off. Then it was time for my favorite spot and a necessary stop. My favorite spot is the Handknitters’ Association where you can buy lovely, hand knit (in Iceland) Icelandic sweaters, gloves, hats, and more. You can also buy little felted wool Christmas ornaments and other souvenirsBrenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-41987564211855289052021-09-15T04:27:00.000-05:002021-09-15T04:27:17.526-05:00Day 1 in Iceland When we were here last in May, I bounced off the plane full of energy, vim, and vigor. This morning I arrived 6:30 am, went smoothly through customs, and didn’t have to have anything shoved up my noes—huzzah! The bus took me from the airport to a stop practically across the street form the guesthouse where I am staying, and—with the luck of the Irish—I was able to check right in instead of Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com4Þórsgata 26, 101 Reykjavík, Iceland64.1422348 -21.92963664.127259719609867 -21.963968275390624 64.157209880390127 -21.895303724609374tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-81771222118396462952021-08-21T12:18:00.005-05:002021-08-21T14:05:31.355-05:00Vegan cafeBack in Austin for a week, doing things with the daughter. Today as I waited for her to get her hair cut, I popped in to a little coffee place down the block. The pastries looked divine, and I ordered a tuna salad croissant (for some inexplicable reason) and a decaf iced latte. I was asked my choice of milk for the latte and I went right to "whole". But they don't have cow's milk. I had the Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-50182949603551365722020-05-22T14:59:00.000-05:002020-05-22T14:59:15.863-05:0012 Hours was Almost Enough SleepAs it began in the days of old, I have an iced Latte in an avengers glass and I have the sounds of the fountain behind me and construction down the road for music. I could do without the construction noise, but the man who owns the house on the hill aways down City Park road from us has apparently been building pretty much constantly for the last 20 years. It's okay though, a breeze just kicked Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-61672522611597320012020-05-18T19:53:00.001-05:002020-05-18T20:18:17.014-05:00Summer cut
Some might (would) sneer. Some (like his breeder) would probably disapprove. But I was tired of the snarls, and the burrs, and the drool, and the caked-on food under the chin and tonight I took action: For the first time in six years, Gallifrey got an actual hair cut. This wasn't some brushing and light stripping, oh no. This was an all-out, grab-the-trimmer-and-whack-away job. And I don't Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-81599419696395649202020-05-17T18:16:00.001-05:002020-05-18T07:53:06.879-05:00I Pick Up the PenEarlier this week I was talking to an old friend who asked me if I was ever going to post again on Misbeehiving or Glass Incarnate. I hadn’t thought about it because I’ve been so busy writing technical doc for a SAS (service as software) company that I hadn’t been jonesing to get fingers on keyboard. But that’s a different kind of writing, isn’t it? When I started thinking about it, I Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-46632033979781726372015-11-04T17:01:00.001-05:002020-05-17T12:15:11.869-05:00MindfulnessJust finished my piano lesson for the week and am settling into groundedness and mindfulness for the first time since we got back from Austin last Friday. I have to remind myself both to be grounded and mindful as crazy got back on the bus this week and I had the bright idea of going to London next week (as a family) to take Jessie to the Dr. Who Festival for her birthday. I heard about the Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-82948505804535959372015-11-03T10:27:00.002-05:002015-11-03T10:27:38.820-05:00Craft DayIced coffee (from yesterday) in a large plastic cup with a straw (the straw makes it the best), the sound of the washing machine (thank you Dave!) for music. Today is what we affectionately call "Craft Day" at the Griffith household. Craft Day happens every Tuesday and consists of having a couple of friends come over and work on our own handcraft projects from 10-3 or so. We either meet at my Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-66267971125177697782015-11-02T10:25:00.001-05:002015-11-02T11:21:37.888-05:00AutomationCoffee in the New York skyline mug, Alexa is playing "Freebird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd (and she just added coffee mate to the shopping list), and Jerremy is doing his daily clean of the floors. I am living in the damn future. With the new home, Dave has taken the idea of automation to whole new levels. While I might grumble at Alexa's voice recognition, I find myself starting to talk to my other Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-5673576891199211812015-10-28T12:38:00.001-05:002015-10-28T12:38:30.511-05:00Two Years, Seven Months, and a Day
Coffee in a stemless wine glass (we don't have any mugs here at the new house), "Cloudy This Morning" by George Winston on iTunes. It isn't cloudy this morning. It's beautiful, and breezy, and sunny, and I have a full exciting day ahead. Nonetheless I am a bit... sad. Two years and seven months ago yesterday I wrote a post about massaging my mother's feet. That was after her second hip Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-44958278113344829432013-03-27T22:58:00.002-05:002013-03-27T22:58:52.381-05:00Massaging My Mother's FeetI just finished what has become one of the most soothing and rewarding routines of my day: giving my mother a foot and leg massage with shea butter from the Body Shop. I cannot fully communicate how relaxing, grounding, and centering this action is for me, and how wonderful and balanced I feel at the end of it.
I love my mother. I have always had a close relationship with her--strengthened, I Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-35734442206934498332012-07-08T12:10:00.000-05:002012-07-08T12:14:44.416-05:00Dee's Day of Fishing(Pic 1) The day began, as fishing days often do (so I'm told) at the ungodly early hour of 8:00 am. Well 8:00 really isn't all *that* early, but we still managed to be about 10 minutes late arriving at the dock. But Captain Norm is a patient, happy man, we slid into the water with no further delays, and we were off! The sky was clear, the wind was still, and the Lake was like glass. It Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-7776635618572241672012-06-24T23:55:00.002-05:002012-06-24T23:55:22.736-05:00No Longer Far From a Montana State of MindIt's been a long time since I posted here. Life got busy, and though I missed Montana, it was more of a gentle ache than a sharp pain. But now I'm back here for the summer trying an experiment in living in two places each year. Reverse snowbirding I think it would be called. Today I worked in the little glass studio I set up in the garage at my Mom's house here in Polson. I also took a walk down Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-15683338079270916132011-07-20T05:49:00.000-05:002011-07-20T04:50:39.607-05:00Lessons Learned From the NightWhat I learned (was forcefully reminded of) last night:Cats are nocturnal.Ernie is amazingly playful for a 20+ lb teenage cat.Ernie is *very* talkative when he's awake. And when you are the only audience in the house (all other humans and animals are presently elsewhere), he has A LOT to tell you--especially if you forgot to give him fresh water and stir his food around before bed.Mojitos, while Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-86578349538190399512011-07-06T18:42:00.005-05:002011-07-06T21:42:40.774-05:00Let There Be a Post <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-51785034063808461972010-04-06T16:07:00.003-05:002010-04-08T11:20:20.521-05:00Krishna?The day and the adventure go on. We are staying at the Best Western in Cave City KY tonight. I was somewhat startled upon our arrival in this tiny, sleepy town this afternoon--we were the only car in the motel parking lot--by the "This motel owned and operated by the Krishna of Cave City". It was a bit... unexpected... to say the least!After checking in we headed up to Mammoth Caves--and a Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-45781726716415222702010-04-06T09:37:00.005-05:002010-04-06T10:26:02.001-05:00Eagle Falls--More Hiking...I sit in the dappled sunlight on the little deck off the bedroom of our cabin at Cumberland Falls for a last post before heading to Mammoth Caves National Park a few hours west of here. Yesterday after the in-laws left we took a little 2.3 mile hike to Eagle Falls (including the bottom and the top of the falls) and the surrounding area. I am not whining or a wimp--really--but it was the weirdest Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-85803267011264012952010-04-03T12:17:00.005-05:002010-04-03T15:55:29.524-05:00Spring BreakIt's spring break. J has the week off and Dave took the week off (at my insistence) so the least I could do was take it off too. Our destination? Cumberland Falls State Resort Park in Kentucky, a place from Dave's childhood family vacations and source of find memories--just what we all needed after a long stressful winter!We packed up the minivan and headed into the wilderness--just like our Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-17043565592189645632010-03-01T21:31:00.004-05:002010-03-01T22:14:17.738-05:00Tuffy's Big AdventureI have taken the blog from the cat. After the past two days, I am invincible! I am very tired, still thirsty, and my mouth is packed full of seeds, but I need a place to tell my tale and, well, the cat is snoring on the couch (as usual) so I just took over the blog. Here we go.Friday afternoon the little girl had a playdate with a friend. She was showing me off (as she likes to do) and when she Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-76450609166250246322010-01-16T11:39:00.007-05:002010-01-16T15:00:25.918-05:00I'm Back...Yo. I'm still here. Been hard to get to the computer even though the female human gave up Mafia Wars. What can I say? I sleep a lot. I have firmly staked out the couch as my own, and anyone wanting to share it has to bring me tribute. Life is good--though it did get annoying for a bit over Christmas when the little girl's grandfather came to visit and brought his obnoxious dog.The grandmother Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-17936861133015416672009-11-27T15:22:00.005-05:002009-11-27T15:28:15.156-05:00Happy Thanksgiving (Yumm... Turkey)Between the little girl and Mafia Wars, my life is pretty sweet. The female human is a soft touch and sneaks me ham, turkey, bacon and other meat treats. I surf the dogs food and water as I please. The couch is mine. I even race outside every few nights to do my business in the garden and test the chilly night air--and I just like making the human female sit on the couch waiting for me to be Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-62121055623001667392009-10-05T23:10:00.004-05:002009-10-06T00:05:47.214-05:00To Mexico and Freedom!I made a break for it tonight. The female human opened the back door onto the deck to let out the deerhound for her nightly facility visit. It had been raining and the deerhound--the royal dog of Scotland--was reluctant to go out and get her feet wet. Wuss. The female human scolded her till she finally went down the stairs to the backyard, then the human left the door open for her to come back inBrenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-7719129763962274512009-10-05T08:18:00.004-05:002009-10-05T09:15:51.543-05:00Taking ChargeIt was a good weekend: I am finally getting the humans and the spaniel trained. I'm still not sure how I feel about the Unfortunate Event of Saturday night, but the outcome has been okay so I'll let it slide this time. Around 9:00 pm the little girl went out onto the screened-in front porch to feed her bunny (yeah, she can feed the bunny... to me!) and I strolled out to look at the moon and test Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-34579496288628326312009-10-03T19:07:00.003-05:002009-10-03T19:25:26.274-05:00Still No BaconThey have begun to bring me tribute, the natives of this place. The first day two men named Todd and John brought a pink and purple mouse hanging from a purple stick on a pink string for the little girl to bat me with. They apparently thought I should chase it or something. Sniff. Then Becky brought a small white. blue, and pink mouse filled with catnip for me. Now that's what I'm talking about!Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558052.post-46601744879834865592009-10-02T16:24:00.004-05:002009-10-02T16:50:48.066-05:00Day 1 in AtlantaThe big female human that got me out of that crate last night went out for awhile today and left her laptop behind. I'm not sure how much time I have before she comes back, but I have to get a message out to let everyone know what's going on. There are *dogs* here! I hate dogs. There also appear to be tasty grey squirrels, but they're outside the screen of the porch I'm on and I can't get to Brenda Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05374974615956745242noreply@blogger.com3