Pauline Baird Jones

  • A Mulling Monday

    It’s Monday and I’m mulling. Or maybe I’m pondering. Nothing heavy. Because it’s Monday. The hubs photo of the Sno-Ball stand is what started the mulling and the pondering. Or maybe it nudged some that had been lingering at the back of my mind. Where I grew up (northern Wyoming), we called them snow cones,…

  • Accused of being an Optimist!

    November is all about being grateful, at least in my world. Yeah, there is some Christmas shopping, but mostly it’s a heightened awareness of the things that go right, and me trying not to dwell in the emotional desert when things don’t go quite right. Count your blessings is such a cliche that sometimes we…

  • Were You a Free Range Kid?

    My amazing sister gave me this on my last visit to her house (which is kind of like visiting Rivendale, only without elves and done in mid-century awesome). Instead of a river running through it, Barbies™ run through our past. I can’t show you pictures of our original Barbies™, because they have been seriously “loved,”…

  • A Door to the Past

    I almost forgot I’d blogged before about doors, both closed and open. This door, of course, is on the Alamo, but it is a very cool door. This week I’m mulling a different door—one to my past. I went home this month and that door creaked open (not the one in the picture, the one…

  • Halfway Thru NaBloPoMo and Midpoint Musings

    I suck at math, even with a calculator. But when a month is 30 days long and this is day 15, that’s half, right? So I’m halfway through my NaBloPoMo blog challenge through BlogHer. This got me thinking about halfway points. My thoughts immediately jumped to turning 50, which shows my math skills. Because I…

  • Are You Depends-Able?

    When I first latched onto this photo, I had no idea what I’d write about. I mean, it’s people in Depends. Runners in Depends. I don’t run and I don’t need Depends. Yet. Not saying I couldn’t have used some during the #hermitroadtrip, but didn’t. But I liked the theme of their quirky choice. Each…

  • Traveling With the Parents, Part 3: Turned Around (aka #hermitroadtrip)

    I’m not sure if it is our age, the prolonged effects of the #hermitroadtrip, or the on-the-road-junk-food-diet. Or maybe it is traveling in a different hemisphere from our own? Whatever the reason, the hubs and I (mostly the hubs, though) have lost the ability to tell right from our left. It has made our road…

  • I Miss Hanging Upside Down…

    What do you miss about being a kid? This photo, taken by the hubs, took caught my eye. We didn’t do a lot of carnivals when I was a kid, because money was always tight. No, what caught my eye was the stuffed toys hanging upside down. I used to hang upside down a LOT…

  • On Clean Houses and LIFE.

    We had family this past weekend and I love, love, love it.  We had much chatting. We had much hugging. We remembered and we played with and hugged and kissed babies. Yum! One of the things I do to prepare for incoming is to clean. Or, on good months, I find someone to come shovel…

  • My High School Reunion. O.O

    So yeah, just got back from my 40th high school reunion about a week ago. Above is my “official” graduation photo and here is how I looked the night of our reunion dinner: I had a really good time hanging with the high school peeps. It was great catching up again (this was the first…