Raspberry Lemonade

There are times in my life when my self-esteem, self-confidence and my fragile ego takes a nose dive down under. Way down to the bottom of the ocean floor where plankton live, pirate ships rot and strange creatures survive. Sometimes I just amaze myself with what I cannot do.

Today I was having the munchies and the cupboards were bare and it was my first day of summer vacation. I had a need that needed to be fulfilled. I know the difference between wants & needs. I needed-wanted raspberry lemonade – desperately - I was craving it big time. Raspberry lemonade is definitely on the needs list.

We have frozen raspberry lemonade in the freezer and we have this awesome big green Margarita machine. Do I know how to use it? No and no again. So my ineptness with using machines and television remotes curls up and bites me in the nose. Off I go to the store to purchase store bought raspberry lemonade - not to be confused with the raspberry lemonade made in the big green Margarita machine – the one that I don’t know how to use.

We all have to make sacrifices in our life. I do know how to use the ice maker and add shaved ice to my delicious raspberry lemonade. Well, maybe not - but ice cubes will suffice. Now, if only I could work the remote for the t.v. I could sit back, relax drink my raspberry lemonade and chill.

The Bluest Eyes

If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it. ~Toni Morrison

Very similar to - 'You can't fight city hall.' Or make love not war. Or - when given lemons make lemonade. Recently I have gotten hooked on raspberry lemonade. Yummy!!! Place it in the margarita maker and let er rip, pour it in a fancy margarita glass and let the imagination roll. Many times I have difficulty keeping the imagination under wraps.

So I sit outside in the heat of the day, melting like a marshmallow over a campfire - and sip my luxury drink and let my mind slip away. Actually my mind slips with out the raspberry lemonade but with the raspberry lemonade it slips into a much more tropical locale. And I have the bluest eyes Ms. Morrison.

Not that having the bluest eyes gets you much out of life but they are my favorite color and so is the ocean. I can see the connection. Sometimes my synapse's don't come together. While sipping away at my raspberry lemonade which frequently causes brain freezes I pretend I'm sitting on a beautiful peaceful beach with the lovely blue water lapping at my feet - but then I remember the oil spill in the gulf and I feel the sadness wash over me.

Take away my raspberry lemonade and my imagination but please don't destroy the oceans, the lands and the animals.


We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails. ~Author Unknown