Ponderers of The World Unite

I see Google has added another feature under "other". One can click and view the dropdown thingie and see Blogs. After finding this I typed ponderings. Like O mah gawd, as me dear niece would say though I often pondered why cause she certainly wasn't born in California though she may be classed as a Valley Girl, this is a brave new world ! Wowzers, was I smug pondering I was the only one who in fact pondered? Nah, I'm not dat stoooopid. It did bring a smile to me face knowing there are others on this planet though I sometimes ponder what planet some really reside on.
Pondering, mmmm, I love that word. For me it was born out of The Pond where I sit for hours and just ponder. The word pondering loosely translated means "To weigh in the mind with thoroughness and care". Well, ummm, in my case that's mostly correct though I wouldn't actually say what to make for dinner is a "pondering".
I ponder life, love, friends, family, you name it and I've pondered it. Even my employer has grown use to me saying "yes, I will ponder that and get back to you". They know better then to mess with a professional ponderer.
Who reads these ponderings? Most are people like moi surfing and Googling during downtime enjoying reading other who ponder and knowing one is never alone on this cyber expressway.
Merci Google. Ponder on dudes and dudettes !

Seeing It's Friday

Many years ago I administered donations for me employer, mostly gift baskets filled with wonderous scented soaps, lotions and potions. A local affair requested one be filled for a weekend do. Having created the basket I set about finding the requestee. And here the story begins.
I phoned the contact but "seeing it's Friday" she had the day off. "Do you have her home phone number" I asked. After ringing and ringing I phoned the shoppe again.
Well "seeing it's Friday" her hubby should be home however he may be out haying as it was that time of year, the weather had been perfect and it was, well, ummm Friday. No answer from hubby.
Ringing the local Municipal Hall I found out the hubby may have gone to town "seeing it's Friday". Yes, everyone here knows everyones business. Knowing a few of the locals I phoned the Beer Store as Mike knows everything and everyone. What did I say about local living.
Hhmmm, "seeing it's Friday, Mike is working in the other town". Okies, I took a few minutes off the phone to sit back and laugh.
Contacting Mike in the other town and after explaining me problem he said "seeing it's Friday" Cecil will be at the local boot shop gabbing with the lads.
A thank you and a quick dial I was informed "seeing it's Friday" Cecil should have been here but it's a good day to hay and he was here yesterday.
Arrrghhhhhh, I said bugger dis as I was on a time line and The Pond was calling so rang the shoppe again. His wifiepoo was there for a visit and I explained the last 45 minutes of me life. She laughed, I laughed and the basket was finally picked up.
So "seeing it's Friday" I shall relax and laugh too :)
P.S. we never did find out where Cecil was that "seeing it's Friday"

O Christmas Tree

The Christmas Tree is all a glitter this year. Hundreds of small white lights (the warm shade, not those bloody LEDs that blind the eyes), ornaments of red and gold sparkling as is the tinsel, gold of course, twinkling from the furnaces warm breeze.
The Tree brings memories of dad taking me and sis to a neighbour whose side yard was a forest. Row on row of trees propped along his fence waiting to be taken home. It was our decision dad reminded, so sis and I would walk and talk about each one. After the decision was made we dragged the Tree home leaving it in a pail of water til exactly one week before the big day. After a few inches were sawed off, in the Tree came, solidly pinned into the tree holder and the fun would begin.
The Tree has taken on many guises over the years, mostly depending on the trimmers artistic abilities. The few years of au naturale, where the Tree was swagged with ropes of hand threaded popcorn and cranberries, red and green paper chains, beribboned cookies and salt dough figures. It was a day long celebration, stringing freshly popped corn and the parents brewing their own versions of Creme De Menthe and Baileys in the kitchen. Of course the day flew by with both camps sampling each others creations.
In later years the real Tree was replaced with "o the horror" an artificial one. I'm on my third one and the first two are sitting in the basement awaiting new homes. Though me thinks the one from the 70's would fetch a pretty penny on EBay.
These years I love glitter! The more sparkle the better in me eyes. I keep true to the organics with glass ornaments of cones, nuts in shiney reds and golds. Birds of feathers and porcelain mixed with crystal hearts and angels. Not to mention the mini silver disco balls which bring that extra ping ping ping. Did I mention I love sparkle? Sitting in the branches are faeiries collected. They all remind me of events and people in me life. Of course the traditional glass balls of tartan, snowflakes, flowers and a few cobwebbed ones are hanging deep inside reflecting the lights even more. And stars, O the stars which shine brightly, created from metal, papiere mache, beads, enamel, glass, I love them all.
Topping off the Tree is a valued possession. My families Angel thriving in its 57th year. A golden haired angel sitting on a cloud of soft white batting. The yellowed scotch tape belies her age but she sits in the place of honour upon high beaming down as she always has all these many years.

Winter has Arrived

Ugghhh, Winter has arrived at The Pond. Two days of snow and ice and wind has covered the landscape in a blanc cloak. The blandness leaves one depressed. Where is the colour, the texture, the scent of a living land? Tis asleep for six months, six months of stagnation, boredom, and if I were a bear hibernation. Hhmmm, me thinks those urises have a good thing going. Hole up in a warm den under a fur carpet and ponder til Spring.
O I do enjoy the four seasons, I need them but this is the one change I do not look forward too. Tis just the curtailing of outdoor ponderings I miss. Not too mention the freedom of clothing. Now I don the Sorels, the parka, the mitts, the scarf, the Stanfields, the toque, and the most dreaded of all...socks ! No wonder our mums groaned when we wanted to play outside in the winter.

Theatre Days

Watching the opening of Shrek 3 reminded me of my theatre days. O what fun was had. Mind you this was very amateur theatre. I giggle remembering the time of tugging a drunken elf from the bushes just before his debut. "I had dinner at me aunties and she served this lovely honeywine" was his excuse. Uh hunh, just don't forget your lines and git yer arse out dere. Or the time during A Midsummers Night Dream when moi, the costume mistress, was o so working under the wire that me home was filled with faeries all needing fitting the night before the opening. Sequins and paint filled this home for weeks after. I wore a childs 6-gun holster filled with sparkle spray canisters at the ready during those shows. Then the time of a prima donna actor with a wee cut. Having rather hairier then natural legs I dressed his wound and applied surgical tape. Insert evil grin. There was a yelp when he removed the bandage. Dressing Gods during one show was particular fun. "Wanna pin me chest" was often heard at which I blushed, smacked the lad on the arm and said "hold still or I'll pin more then your chest". Of course doors failing to open, curtains caught in highwires, and the "techie" issues all bring to mind the fun afterwards. There was alot of work and trials and tribulations at the time but pondering back I laugh.