Hit 87 according to the digital thermometer in the shade, but it's still gorgeous - still love waking up and throwing open windows and curtains and going outside! :)
Mum's "Double Delight", well over 30 years old, and still showing beautifully. I know part of her heart is in these roses :)
My Lizzie, smiling :)
The rose tree that Marcus gave me for my birthday. GORGEOUS, even in this heat where roses want to crisp up a little and blow early - first bloom of the morning? BEAUTIFUL!
The bees are far away from the house :) It's ok. I promise! Steph or Gin or anyone visiting, the porches are screened in, and the bees are far, FAR away :)
I live here, I can wear whatever the hell I want. I can look like a damned hippie! LOL! But man, what a comfy dress :) And cool! And oh wow, necessary today :)
My Dad had this amongst his DVD collection. Because my Dad RULED. Miss him so terribly. At the end, I'll put something I came across on Facebook.
My beautiful baby Dobies, Maleficent and Asajj. They're almost 5 months old now. Yes, this means they're nowhere near fully grown yet! :)
That pipe that Marcus was going to get in exchange for singing "Misty Mountain" to me from the Hobbit Soundtrack? It came :) Awesome!
Now for that thing that I found on Facebook.. I found this extremely comforting for myself first of all, even though I knew a lot of this stuff - I loved having it spelled out anyhow. And since my daughter now works as a funeral arranger and mortician, we were talking about my own plans (people should pre-plan anyhow to spare their kids a lot of extra stuff on top of everything anyhow - my parents did, and I am thankful - and FFS don't die intestate.. holy crap. I am so thankful my parents were thoughtful and with foresight!). Cassie said I'll get a service anyhow because SHE wants me to have one. Gah! O.o I said "I don't follow ANYTHING that could be considered a Western or Eastern religion, but I'm not an atheist either (I'm not that sure of anything.. LOL! Though if there is a god, it may well be a flying spaghetti monster, hell if I know. Might not be one at all. I DON'T KNOW.) Good luck finding anyone to say anything."
And then this came up. Here's your faith. Here's mine anyhow :) Here's magic. Here's the strangeness of the Universe, here's the beauty of it all:You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you'd hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you'll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know your energy's still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you're just less orderly. Amen.
So I guess if a physicist could be there, and if anyone understood what they were saying, then it'd be ok. All I know is that my Dad helped make sure I already knew a lot of this, and so I know my parents are around, somehow, some way :) But I still miss them terribly. And yet? Life is still wonderful and fulled with smiles every day - simply because I know all of that...
...and because I will it to be that way. :)