Flaming June's Love

 Today I picked up Owen from his summer camp.  He was happy and chatting about his day like a chirping bird from the back seat.  The emotion and drama that goes into this stories is not created or displayed, it is felt and burst forward so you feel it with him as he recreates a story so eloquently. As we were driving down the mountain he said, "which cloud do you think is heaven?" I haven't thought of clouds being heaven in a very very long time. I took a quick glance out my window and saw puffy white, a few long stretched from the front to the back and then a patch of clouds that were small dots all close together and making a pattern almost a field of flowers appearance. I said I think heaven may be in those clouds that are all tight together and dotted like a field of flowers. his response Oh Nanny I love you for saying that.  I was thinking Nanabird was in the big puffy ones but you might be right. We spoke with my Uncle Bernie the other day and that brought me t...

 2026... I will be 60. 60 is pretty old.  Is it what I expected? I never imagined being 60 or getting this far actually.  I would love to say I will live to 80, and at this point I don't know I just might!  20 years ago I was dead and have thought every single day since then that I was dying that day.  Wasted time and energy, since obviously I am still here. Classic Suzie though.  Worry about something that never happens.   This picture I sent to Jack the other day after he sent me this. I  I love getting photos from the boy.  It is very strange that I can go hours and even close to days without thinking about him for too long.  Our agreement is that we text at night just a thumbs up that we are both still fine.  He is almost halfway through college.  He was on the Deans list last semester.   Yep the boy that I worried would never be able to live a productive life is out there doing the college thing.  ...

Friday night I am hosting my book club.  I have been cooking and prepping for a week.  Firstly because we had snow and cooking has always been the thing to do while it snows.  Then compound with a crew of ladies coming to discuss a book at my house offers up to be a full blown exciting stress fest.  Yet still top notch cool.  This picture is the full container of blueberries for my blueberry buckle for book club.  on my dirty floor. I swept them all up and threw them out with my new broom.  The broom is a Christmas gift from Allie since my previous broom looked like 1972.  It is actually 2010.  which is still pretty old.  I missed two blueberries and apparently stepped on them which has now left a blue stain on the hardwood floor.  Not forever I would assume, but still notable.  The sound of the berries hitting the floor are just as you imagined a sweet plunk. plunk plunk plunk. When I went to Amys Memorial service there were p...

 I had a man in my life at one point that was 13 years older than I was.  He was "worldly" in my very impressionable heart and mind.   He introduced me to Flaming June and gave me a lifelong compliment which actually led to the title of this blog.  He told me that I resembled Flaming June while I slept.  If you're trying to figure out where a when this man was in my life, don't bother.  He was where he shouldn't have been, but was exactly what I needed. Anyway back to sleep topic.  I was able to fall asleep as if turning off a light, with a dimmer.  My Sleep would approach me as an idea, without words.  I could be anywhere and Sleep would snuggle up to me as as a melancholy or an old friend without a name.   Whether I was at work, home, with he kids, with a spouse Sleep was an intimacy who followed me around everywhere I went. Of course once the girls were born Sleep had their children as well.  I had my Sleep and my girls...