“On Your Left!”#1linerWeds

Many of you may recognize the phrase in my title, especially if you are an avid hiker, jogger or cyclist, like my blogging friend Mary.

It makes a lot of sense, especially considering many people are lost in their thoughts, listening to music or perhaps even enamoured of the beautiful world around them as they walk or run…or push strollers, wheelchairs and try to reign in pets.

 

 

 

We had to stand and wait about ten minutes to get a shot without half a dozen people. I love people. I work with them every day. But people out of doors can be, well, very non civilized at times.

The thing I take issue with is that, in my recent experiences, these cyclists often shout this phrase more like a command than an alert, they never are prepared to stop on a dime, nor do they make any attempt to ever slow down. It is as if the world might stop and spin the other way if anyone or anything broke their cycling stride.

I’m sorry. That is just rude. To make matters worse they fly by within a hair’s breath of you. (I swear I can smell their breath too). Seriously, what if one of them should be coming up “on the left” of a seriously deaf person.

 

We recently hiked a beautiful paved trail near where we live, but I doubt we will go back. There was not a five minute stretch that we weren’t having to climb to the grassy curb due to convoys of cyclists, all shouting,

“On your left!”

 

It’s kind of hard to stay in a Zen Zone when you fear for your safety. What say you about this dilemma, Mary?

Happy Wednesday. This post is brought to you by Linda Hill’s One Liner Wednesday prompt. Visit her blog page for more details.

Happy Hump Day everyone!

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Free 48/Weekend Adventures

I had a stellar weekend. Really, it was all I wanted and came right on the heels of a great week. Was work perfect? Hardly. But I realize the things that mean the most to me are those little gold flecks that show up while I am sifting through life’s dirt and rock to make a living, with or without striking it rich. Things like friends that pass through town and spend an evening relaxing and laughing over some great food. Things like meals I neither have to cook nor clean up after. Things like preparing a simple, tasty lunch with my hubby and enjoying it outdoors.

I‘ve made my mind up about one thing since returning to full time work after our brief ‘retirement’ in Costa Rica.

 

I cannot go back to living for the weekend.

 

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My time in paradise taught me that each day is meant to be lived entirely-whether brilliant, beautiful, boring or back breaking. When we power through our days with blinders on working toward those precious moments we feel belong to us alone, shining like a trophy on a folding table at the finish line, several things happen.

Number one, we rush through our moments, trying to ignore the difficult ones while our eyes are glued to the checkered flag waiting to mark the end of another gruelling race.

Secondly, we build ourseleves up for something stupendous to serve as our reward for a job well done, for putting up with so much nonsense for yet another week and for perservering through life’s muck and mire to get to that place in the sun we call our weekend. And then it rains. 🙄

Thirdly, we age while we live our lives in chunks of time. Week to weekend, holiday to holiday. Vacation to vacation. Another year closer to retirement. Talk about a hamster wheel!

 

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While I can’t always (though I try like hell) improve the quality of a nightmarish work day, I can at least step outside of myself to be objective.

 

This too shall pass

 

I can’t change the attitudes of anyone around me, so I must be content to do what I feel is healthy for me and hope that someone else might find value in my outlook, might learn to laugh instead of complain about the small stuff, and so a ripple effect is begun.

Sooooo. I have made the decision to no longer live for the weekend; and the first step in this new mental directive is to change the way I view the mini repreive I get every 120 hours.

Henceforth the afore mentioned ‘weekend’ will be now be referred to as the Free 48. The Glorious 48 hours that are blank pages in my book of days. What do you think?

I am celebrating this new outlook by sharing my very first Free 48 with you here. It was relaxing, exhilarating, creative, fun, rewarding, loving….did I mention it was really good? Here are a few of the simple, fantastic details.

It started Friday afternoon by grilling shrimp with the hubby and enjoying our meal on the deck under some welcome sunshine.

 

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My humble little paradise in the making, check out the SUNshine……..

 

Then, my ‘book-that-never-came’ from Amazon finally arrived! Yaaaay!! (Yeah, it was sent again with actual shipping info too!) Miracles do happen.  This little book is a real treasure. If you haven’t read it I recommend it highly. The simple truth of the Tao spoken through the heart of a lovable bear.

 

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The Tao of Pooh and the Te of Piglet. 💕
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Which explains my completely Zen feeling all weekend.

 

Then, Saturday we got out for an early morning hike. Well, early is relative since my one rule of the Free 48 is no alarm clocks. But we did make it out of the house by ten am. Hubby is in charge of adventure time, finding us new trails, parks and places of interest. This time we hit the Silver Comet Trail, a very scenic and easy to walk paved hiking trail that goes on for miles. We did about three. It was beautiful but had a bit too many bikers for my comfort. (More on this subject on One Liner Wednesday. I’m working to keep my ohhhhmmmmm on here.)LOL.

After our hike we rewarded ourselves with a great Mexican meal and margaritas at our new favorite Mexican place in town. (More on that for Thursday Doors)

 

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Silver Comet Trail
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I wanted so much to get a shot of this tunnel sans people-no easy task.
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Someone else was feeling Zen!
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My new best friend in a glass.

 

Now on to my favorite moment….

Sunday brunch with my youngest at the place we tried to go before. You know….where the awesome bar Eleanor  is? 

Yes! We finally ate at Muss and Turner’s. And it waaaas good. From the Tropicalia on draft to the pulled smoked pork andwich on an H &F bun, it was all I hoped it would be.

 

 

But the real gift was the company. Food, no food, we all had a great time catching up!

 

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Oh yeahhhhh…I actually spent an evening working on my latest creative exploration. I have wanted to try my hand at paper bead making for quite awhile. It was such fun! I am only just getting started. 👏🏻🙈

 

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Sooooo…..there you have it. My first Free 48. Can’t wait to gear up again in about….well…..who’s counting anyway? 😉Have a great week friends!

Dare We Hope? #Photography

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The path to Spring is strewn with Camellia blossoms….

 

While Japanese dancers sway to the music of the wind through the branches overhead…..

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And her Grace sings the Holy Mass while nibbling Communion seeds.

 

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The sun saunters lazily into the evening, winking slyly at the shadows…

 

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where scarlet ladies flaunt their charms and weave magic spells.

 

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Sweet magnolia begins her sultry dance into Summer,

and I hold my breath, lest the bitter Ice Queen become jealous

and rise from her slumber for an encore performance, snuffing out

the freshness of my heart’s delight at such a sight-

my garden’s path strewn with Springtime kisses.

Cheryl KP

Copyright 2018

Worth Repeating…#Thursdaydoors

Now, I have to say up front that I try my hardest not to be redundant and to find something original for all my posts.  And I do hope you don’t roll your eyes in boredom when you see the backdrop for my Thursday Doors post today. This prompt is brought to you by the talented and adventurous Norm Frampton. 

If you visit his link above you can find the details for this fun weekly event and even join in! If you click on the hoppy blue frog, you can find more great doors posts too!

 

Now, I say ‘backdrop’ because, while a door is involved and required to successfully participate, it isn’t truly just the door that is the focus of my post today. You might even say it is about a theoretical door, one that ranks high on my list of favorites; for when friendship’s door is opened, my heart is happiest.

 

Most anyone who knows me knows I don’t let go of things easily, especially my relationships. I have friends that go back to my grade school days and I can still recall our best times together. So, when a friend said she would be passing through town and wanted to stop over for a night at our house with her son, I was thrilled. This is someone who made work seem like fun for years at a place I still consider the best job I ever had. Don’t ask. Life happens. Costa Rica happened. Moving on happened. But we have stayed in touch and I treasure her as a friend-a friend who loves sports, especially LSU-go Tigers!  When she saw my photos of last week’s adventure to the new Atlanta Braves stadium at the Battery, she said the Braves were once one of her favorite ball clubs. Woohoo! A great reason to visit the Battery again and guess what- she is a burger lover! And, so class, Where is the best burger I have had since we moved here? That’s right!

Wahhaaaaalburger’s of course! As soon as I got home and changed clothes we headed to the Battery and walked the main drag, took photos, shopped for sports ‘stuff’ then headed to our spot for food and drinks. Of course, Wahlburger’s did not disappoint. And it was great catching up on all our mutual news, gossip and current events. When we left I was going to snap a quick photo in front of THE door when one of the servers offered to take the photo of all of us. Oh Yay!

 

 

 

I loved this picture. I quickly posted it to Instagram on my little phone and shortly after I got a message from my son laughing about the photobomber in our shot. 😀I never even saw it but I love it. He was the host and a very amiable fellow.  It was a memorable evening and I hope they can return sometime for a baseball game and we can explore some of the other food and beer venues. It’s just so hard to walk past those burgers……sooooo seductive.

 

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Just. Can’t resist those charms.

Oh….and on the weather front, Mother Nature is teasing us with some warm days and new beautiful things. I say….

 

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Let there be Spring!

Perpetual/#Poetry

When life whispered to my soul,

calling the blush onto my cheek,

 

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I sensed the continuity of existence

 

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coursing hotly through my veins,

inciting me to breathe as I reached

towards the receding Light that sent me

into such a life as lay before my

newly awakened consciousness.

Slowly…..

 

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My essence unfurled upon Life’s velveteen

blanket of sweet newness, fresh, wet

and innocent, my mind quickly numbed

as all knowledge receded into gray matter-

a clean slate awaiting the writing of my story-

 

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Sweet forgetting left me hungry,

longing filled my being, drove me on

into the moments of pleasure, pain,

as I climbed the summit and fell again-

too many times, it seems, like

so many dreams until my soul

emerged from hibernation,

ancient holy realization

set in.

Thus I begin…

 

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the fading, as evading life’s cold hand

I cling to memory-the heart of me

in disbelief does comprehend an

eventual end to the great pretend.

Time again for transformation,

cast off the rock in deportation,

the cycle of rejuvenation

must go on,

for old and faded though I be…

 

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I shall go home,

heeding my Creator’s call

and weary at the door I fall,

be comforted and take my rest,

make ready for the next return

to live and laugh, love and learn-

Perpetual….

 

CherylKP copyright 2018

B is For Baseball/#photography

Okay, well not just for baseball; but that is kind of the theme for my post today. It was an accidental theme due to our adventure last evening; nonetheless, it is the focal point of the evening.

So, without further ado, let me introduce you to my special guest on today’s post-the letter ‘B’!

B is indeed for baseball, for Battery, for Braves, beer, burgers, bunting, bikes, and bring it on ! 

My last week was mentally gruelling although I am fast forgetting why, due in part to our visit to one of Atlanta’s newest sports arenas- SunTrust Park’s Battery.

 

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Now, it takes a lot to get me pumped over public venues, and I might well have my enthusiasm curbed if ever we find ourselves swimming among the sea of fans at one of the events here; but, as far as the location, the buildout and the resataurants, I am duly impressed. They are still growing and many unopened venues promise much more shopping, food and spirits coming soon.

Meanwhile, I will take you on a brief tour of the main strip down the center of the Battery. There are also restaurants, bars, shops and ticket venues on the main road as well as four major parking lots with several levels. We hit it just right with four free hours of weekday parking if you arrive before four pm. After that the free time decreases.

A walk down the main strip takes you by Wahlburger’s. I am slow to jump on any bandwagon that is overly hyped; but I have to tell you honestly that this was the best diner style burger I have had in years. I kid you not…the meat was seared and crispy on the outside but perfectly medium inside and they were double so a lot thinner than a big ole medium burger. Add a splash of wahl sauce, shredded lettuce, tomato, kosher style pickles, two perfectly crispy bacon strips and -dare I say it-good ‘ole American-or as they say on the menu- gov’ment-cheese. The fresh bun toasted to a golden brown held it all in place. Kind of. But I ate every last sniff of it. Oh, and there was a cup of Yukon Gold fries too. What? Did I take photos? Oh paleeeease….

 

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Thank you, #Wahlburger’s all!
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Such a welcoming casual atmosphere
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Had my Chopsecutioner half drunk before I thought to snap a photo!
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Spiked Cherry Coke. Yummmm..
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This was the double Wahlburger, my new best friend. Helped me forget the week.

 

‘Waht’ (😉) could we do after such a meal but walk? So we made our way up the strip a second time. Other venues include an Italian pizzeria, a wine bar, NY bagel grille, Fried Chicken restauarant, Yard House-where we ended up-Terrapin Craft brewhouse with barbecue diner, El Felix Mexican, an Oyster Bar, Todd English Tavern, Sports and Social-a grown ups playground-and various others. For a complete list, check the link above. Oh, I have a few more photos for ya. Oh…that beer? It is by Terrapin Brewhouse and is purportedly brewed over baseball bat chips…I wasn’t sure how I felt about that but had to give it a try. It is a pretty lightweight beer but has a decent flavor, very mild and not hoppy at all, really. Just a little 5% kick though. I’m wishing we could serve a few of these at the bar, Dan.

 

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Welcome to SunTrust Park
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Who doesn’t love a Harley Davidson shop?
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This fountain was beautiful, changing every few seconds
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Under the glow of Baseball
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My friend Al would love this place!
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Ahhh…my good friend the Terrapin Tortuga!
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Obviously reporting the main events.
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Just had to get this shot with the neon baseball.
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Inside Sports and Social.
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What a view. Never saw an indoor monitor this large. 30 feet tall!
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The men’s room. No, I did not take this one, though I have done worse on a dare. Or accident. 😂
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The Chick-Fil-A mascot inside the stadium
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As it got darker, the night life awakened
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Imagine this area in the middle of playoffs!
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Yard House. Largest beer selection on tap
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My choice for after dinner was a Jameson Mule. Giddayup.

 

And while my post didn’t make it in time for Norm’s Thursday Doors, this would have been my entry. Oh well, there’s always next week. Meanwhile, you guys get out there and enjoy some sunshine if ya’ got it!

 

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File this under my “#I love Atlanta” diary entries. 😀💕

Waiting..Photography

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This has been one looong Winter, folks, and me and skinny here are just waiting for Spring in the worst way….

 

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But here is hope..

With blush upon her cheek she peeks her timid face around the corner of passing Winter and heralds the coming of the bright promise of Spring.

Oh yes, she is coming….

Happy weekend people.