Archive | August, 2020

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

10 Aug

“Faith is about doing. You are how you act, not just how you believe.”

― Mitch Albom


It was another steamy Sunday, but I got up early to walk before it got too hot. Otherwise, walking in the heat and scorching sun, I start to smell bacon cooking, then realize it’s me. Yikes!

I watched Mass on TV this morning, but received a couple of phone calls, so I recorded Mass so I could watch it later, uninterrupted.

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus walking on the sea towards the disciples being tossed in their boat. Jesus called to Peter who proceeded to walk on the water, but when Peter got scared, he started to sink. That’s where the famous ” O, you of little faith” comes from.

Peter said to him in reply, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.”

He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus.

But when he saw how (strong) the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!”

Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?”

After they got into the boat, the wind died down.

Those who were in the boat did him homage, saying, “Truly, you are the Son of God.”


My take on it… when you start doubting or denying your faith, your worth, your strengths and yourself, you start to sink. You still have a chance to focus and believe, otherwise you drown. Sink or swim, the choice is yours.

Happy Sunday, my friends.

Saturday:) Some Serious Television Marketing Going On

8 Aug

“I may be old, but please stop sending me Life Alert and cremation information all the time. I just started getting Social Security. I’m not dead yet.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


I was bored this afternoon, so I scrolled through all the channels on the TV and found a station playing “The Lone Ranger” episodes all day. Cool! It made me think of my childhood and all the awesome wholesome shows that were on back then.

After a couple of episodes where the masked man and his Indian companion, Tonto, save the town from the bad guys, I realized that the commercials where very strange.

There were several commercials for AARP, the Walk in Tub, Medical Guardian, Medicare, etc. Did they think only us old people would be watch The Lone Ranger? I was highly insulted. But, you know…. that Walk in Tub does look pretty intriguing. 🤦‍♀️

Have a great Saturday, and remember, “You’re only as old as you feel.” Uh oh… I’m in trouble!

Friday:) Black Russian Friday Song

8 Aug

“If you can’t find a song to fit your theme, make one up yourself.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


Not much exciting going on here today. But, it’s Friday and you know what that means? Yep! Black Russian Friday. In an effort to be creative, I decided to compose a song for the occasion. OK, I stole the music from Henry Mancini and lyric ideas from Johnny Mercer. (MOON RIVER PARODY) But, I did think of the idea and sang it myself, and well before I started drinking. Just sayin’.


Black Russian, how you make me smile

I’m sipping you in style, today.

Oh drink maker, and cocktail shaker

Whatever you’re mixin’, I’m goin’ your way.

Two liquors, here inside my glass

You’ll knock me on my…( fill in the blank) just see

We’re after the same tasty blend, waiting round the bend,

My Russian cocktail friend, Black Russian, and me.


Quarantined Karaoke Thursday:) “I Just Haven’t Met You Yet.”

7 Aug

“How wonderful it is those people that we meet by chance and invite us to live again.

The memory of them will keep hope alive forever.”

― Mimi Novic


ANOTHER Quarantined Karaoke Thursday, missing friends and fun times. Even I’m getting tired of hearing myself singing in the bathroom. (Good acoustics) I’m a big fan of Michael Bublé and all his songs. That’s my go-to CD in my car. Seriously, the only one. I haven’t changed it in months, maybe years. I know…I’m weird.

It’s almost 10 pm and Joni hasn’t posted Bob’s karaoke song. I hope everyone is OK over there. Here’s a stand-up Bob photo from last week. Missing your tunes tonight on Facebook. 🎤

Wednesday:) When You Miss Your Old Friends

6 Aug

“To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.”

~ Rick Nelson


Helene and I spent quite some time the other day, putting together some awesome goodie bags for our artist friends over at Towne Creek Senior Apartments. I’ve been volunteering teaching art there for over a dozen years. They are like family. Helene has been joining me for quite a while, but we haven’t been able to hold our art class since Valentine’s Day. Crazy Covid!

Each bag contained snacks and drinks that we thought they would enjoy, and some coloring pages, crayons, markers and colored pencils to keep their artistic juices flowing. I was even inspired to write a little poem…that’s what I do when I’m feeling nostalgic.

Kelly, the manager, was kind enough to help us load up a shopping cart and said we could deliver the bags to our friends.

The goodie bags and the brief visits were appreciated by all. You never know what a small act of kindness might mean to someone. Many of these senior residents haven’t left the building in months, so a smiling face, (even under a mask) really meant a lot.

It was a good day to share some smiles, love, and goodwill with old friends.

Tuesday:) Toni’s Time-Lapse Drawing Video

5 Aug

“The best journey of life that you can take is inside yourself to discover your new thoughts, new ideas, and new hopes.”

― Debasish Mridha


It’s not always easy to think of a project to do for my time-lapse video. I have to think of something terribly clever and hopefully easy enough to capture on my phone’s app. I’ve been wanting to sketch or draw or paint something with my cute granddaughter’s picture blowing bubbles. It captures so much, just with her expression and concentration. I e always been a firm believer in simplicity and my favorite paintings have been in sepia, coffee, mono-tone or black and white.

I thought I’d try my hand at a sketch, just using a white colored pencil on black paper. I haven’t sketched in a REALLY long time, so it’s pretty crude. I was trying to capture the technique more than the accuracy. Here we go…

Montage Monday~ A Week In A Peek

4 Aug

The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.

~Cyril Connolly


Another week of challenges and privileges, quarantined Karaoke and time-lapse video painting. Keeping busy is the key to keepin’ same and to keep keepin’ on.

A week in a peek…

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

2 Aug

“God has given us two hands – one to receive with and the other to give with. We are not cisterns made for hoarding; we are channels made for sharing.”

~ Billy Graham


Another Sunday watching Mass in my pajamas. I don’t miss setting my alarm for 7am, but I REALLY do miss greeting fellow parishioners at the door, and the hugs and handshakes, and the smiling children, and the holding hands reciting The Our Father. I miss the community of worship. I can still pray and sing and celebrate the Mass in the comfort of my cozy couch… but it’s not the same.

Today’s Gospel was the famous five loaves and two fish story. Jesus just learned that His cousin, John the Baptist had been killed, so he wanted to go to a secluded place to mourn. His followers learned where He was and followed Him. Instead of being upset and sending them away, He spoke to the crowd and healed the sick. When it was late and all were hungry, He performed a miracle and fed the crowd…

“Five loaves and two fish are all we have here.”

Then he said, “Bring them here to me, ”

and he ordered the crowds to sit down on the grass.

Taking the five loaves and the two fish, and looking up to heaven,

he said the blessing, broke the loaves,

and gave them to the disciples,

who in turn gave them to the crowds.

They all ate and were satisfied,

and they picked up the fragments left over—

twelve wicker baskets full.

Those who ate were about five thousand men,

not counting women and children.

My take on it… even the Lord, in His sadness, gave of Himself to others by sharing His word and teachings and blessings. He healed the sick and fed the hungry. You and I can’t perform miracles like this, but in a small way, we can perform tiny miracles by sharing with the less fortunate, sharing The Word by being kind to others. It doesn’t have to be something huge. Just a kind word to a stranger, a cold drink for the workmen at your house, or the mailman. (Brownies for the firemen) So many tiny acts of kindness do not go unnoticed, because they are huge to the recipient.


It’s a pretty hot Sunday here in McKinney. I haven’t even ventured out or even peeked out the window blinds to see what kind of day it is. (“My house is dark and my pots are cold…” ~ Santana) Google Girl said it was 95°, so I’m staying in the air conditioning, at least until sunset.

Happy Sunday, my friends.

Saturday Just Sittin’ Around

2 Aug

“You are sitting! Want to be there? You can’t reach there by not going there! Sitting is the enemy of your dreams!”

― Mehmet Murat ildan


Well, I was thinking that all I did was sit around most of the day, but not really all day. I did go out this morning and pull some weeds and pull out a LOT of lovely tall green grass that had taken over my flower beds. I wish my grass would grow that thick and lush where it’s supposed to grow, and not inside the flower beds. I thought it was cool enough to work outside, but after about an hour, my sun glasses were fogged up and blurry from the dripping sweat, I figured it was time to come in and cool off.

After a little rest and several glasses of cool water, I visited with my old friend Henrietta Hoover, who I hadn’t seen in such a long time. I took Henrietta for a spin around the house.

I could tell it had been a while since last we visited because her empty canister filled up pretty fast. I think she missed me.

When I finally sat down to rest from my exhausting endeavors, I grabbed my iPad to check my emails and Facebook, only to be appalled by its sad worn torn ugly pink cover. I had a brand new cover sitting in the closet for a long time, why didn’t I use it?

I slid my iPad out of the mangey old pink cover and slipped it into the newly discovered black one, and it fit perfectly. Cool! I checked my emails and Facebook, then decided to take a picture of the old cover. Guess what? There was no hole for the camera on the back, so it couldn’t take a picture with the new cover on. Oh no! Now what?

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. I needed to come up with a plan, so I decided to poke a hole through the cover with a sharp knife. Not as easy as it sounds. After poking and slicing and snipping with knife and scissors, it still wasn’t looking right. I had an idea. I’ll heat up the handle of a fork and use it to sear or cauterize the opening for a cleaner hole, going round and round and melting the pretend artificial genuine simulated leather. Ah, worked like a charm. That is because “I Am … Amazing!”

Well, now it’s late and I’m exhausted from all my trials and tribulations and imaginations. Perhaps a glass of wine and a little TV. I can’t stay up too late, I have to get up by 10:55 am so I can watch 11 o’clock Mass in my pajamas tomorrow. “Night John Boy.”

Friday Night Flights of Fancy

1 Aug

“Flying starts from the ground. The more grounded you are, the higher you fly.”

― J.R. Rim


My days are filled with friendship, family and gratitude, and my Friday night always ends with a yummy chocolate ice cream Black Russian. This isolation and pandemic nightmare keeps us apart, but we have technology to keep us connected.

The early afternoon was a little cooler today, after a refreshing late night rain, so I went for a lovely walk around the pond. This beautiful bird was floating around the edge, I think it’s a crane? It made me think how lucky he is to fly and have that freedom.


A bird in flight, both day and night

What freedom that must bring.

To soar above, to fall in love

And let your heart take wing.

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis ( I just made this up on the spot. Pretty cool, huh?) I love impromptu poetry. How about you? I could write about a shoe. (Rhyme time- and I haven’t even started drinking yet. I’m just silly)

My day was so exciting that I took a nap in the early evening. Not that I was tired, I was just bored and it was hot and muggy. (Now, I’ll be up all night.)

But, it’s Friday night and time for my traditional Black Russian Friday.

Cheers, my friends.