The sky was perfectly blue with a wisp of a cloud here and there. But this cloud drew my eyes away from all the splendor because it reminded me of a funnel cloud.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I thought I was the only one.
It made me happy to receive a blogging excellence award recently from Judy @ Cheery Tomato Productions--such an honor coming from someone who lives up to her title as CAO (Chief Artistic Officer) of her wonderful blog. She likes my eclectic blog and I like her enthusiasm for her art, family and life.
and the sweetest treat of all--Rice Krispie Treats made by Erica with her own special secret recipe and sent home for me and her dad when I visited her in D.C. earlier this spring.
To see more esses or join in the fun at ABC Wednesday, visit Mrs Nesbitt here.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
The book nearest me at the moment is The Ginger Tree by Oswald Wynd (1977). I picked this up at a thrift store just this morning for $.60 because it was 25% off Tuesday and vaguely remember that it had been made into a Masterpiece Theatre drama a few years back. On page 123 I read the fifth sentence and here are the sixth through eighth:
I remember twice the blood seeping through those bandages from a wound that wasn't healing, perhaps because of the way he was forcing himelf to walk on that leg. I read the names of these villages through which he probably marched with his men, An-ping, Hsiao-tun-tzu, as though they were stations along a railway line I traveled often, though in the names I saw blood and ruins. This is Kentaro's second war in only a few years.
Here are the first lines from Mary on the SS Mooldera off Aden, January 9th, 1903:
I was sick yesterday on my birthday, after not having been sick crossing the Bay of Biscay and even in the storm off Malta. It seems silly to have been sick in a little sea like the Red
Sea, but when I did get to the deck at sunset, to escape from Mrs Carswell's groaning, the Second Officer came up beside me at the rail and said that I had been unwell because of the ground swell from Somalia.
...and so adventure begins in a beguiling--and changed--part of the world during a time I can only read about. I'll keep you posted.
No. 5 of the meme requires me to tag five others and I. . .pick. . .
--Judy who is in Midlife Bliss
--Inland Empire Girl who hosts a Gathering Around The Table
--Bobbie who is Almost There
--Simply Me who asks, life, how did I get here?
--Imelda, the Greenish Lady
Friday, May 23, 2008
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
In the lake were many goslings from proud and aggressively wary Canada geese and one large bobbing batch of Mallard ducklings. As I walked I bothered all manner of wrens, nuthatches, chickadees and two varieties of swallows--all way too quick to sketch. The goslings were hard enough.
When I first moved to Minnesota, a friend said that spring happens overnight, just like September turns to autumn overnight--she was right. Verdant greens, flowering trees and lilacs ready to explode are everywhere.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Taking my spine two stairs at a time
Leaving every door ajar
Colors alight with hollow bones
Aching melodies spin
Crinoline clouds weep
Granted and received
Truth and wonders
Are the fragrant petals
You toss through the gap-toothed
Windows of my soul.
Based on a prompt of 'soar' for Sunday Scribblings, my gratitude to Ludwig van Beethoven for his short, sweet Symphony No. 6, Pastoral, which causes a mighty separation of soul and body every time I listen. Listen to my favorite, the fourth movement here.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
ÑIf I could, I'd like to sit on the edge of the stage, legs dangling, and talk with Jeff Tweedy of Wilco for awhile. That's when we'd discuss the horrors of migraines and the finer points of Montessori schooling. Then he'd sing Theologians a capella and all would be right with the world.
ÑImagine what might have happened if a young Adolph Hitler had told the art critics and admissions people at the art school that denied him a spot to go f--k themselves. What if he then decided to paint anyway and raise German Shepherd puppies?
ÑI still wish it was possible to let all the little wet birds stay in my bedroom at night to get out of the storm. Their fate haunted me growing up and sometimes I wonder--mostly about when I'm going to get over this.
ÑI have it on good authority that llama mothers hum to their young ones.
Even brave Odysseus knew about the people on Crete:
detail from fresco found in King's Palace, Knossos, Crete
...and if I could talk to John and Elizabeth Edwards again, I'd say: "Damn! I'm sorry."
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My prized possession, a commemorative tin from the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth in 1953. After searching for a similar one that I had been gifted, I found this one in mint condition last fall--a find of a lifetime.
Vintage Sergio Mendez & Brazil 66, Mas Que Nada:
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
This guy is my entry on Camera Critters today. I hope he makes your day. See Misty Dawn's site for more critters that will make you smile.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
So many good wishes go out to my friends who are mothers, mother someone else, mother me sometimes, have a mother, and keep the world grounded on its axis by just being here.
I'm borrowing a quote from Queen Sized Funny Bone just for today. Thanks, Tammy!
Friday, May 9, 2008
As if surprised by the sound
Coming from his kitchen.
He had only borrowed phones
Refusing to own one
Instead, stopped at a relative’s house
To make a call to someone else.
No rambling during this visit.
He seemed like a new person
I’d recently met.
Tidbits about a new doctor
And a banana a day
Had made him feel better than ever.
I took keen notes.
I think about you often, Daddy.
But, my phone never rings.
A fact I couldn’t deny.
How can you marry fear to love?
Or envision this old man ever doing those things?
I didn’t want that time to return
Or this new encounter to end.
Love was mumbled
Across the wires.
I said I’d talk to him soon
And because he knew I liked the sound of it,
His perfect ‘arrivederci’
Was the last sound I heard.
Just a small reminder that even majestic eagles have to start out a bit funny-looking, feathers popping out everywhere, demanding, looking slightly bewildered and gangly.
Today is Friday and that means,this eagle tutorial is my contribution to Skywatch Friday, hosted by Tom @ Skywatch.
And just because its Friday, I'm adding a classic R.E.M. about our sky.
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
P for Peony... last year's crop. I've given myself license to use my photos again because it'll probably be until June when we see peonies in Minnesota this year.
Chinese artist Yun Shouping, Qing Dynasty, 17th Century
For other photos of life beginning with the letter 'P' stop by Mrs Nesbitt's who hosts ABC Wednesday worldwide.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
So, back to my patio slab, I probably won't get away with a painted yellow tire full of fragrant, dark purple petunias but a teapot or a drawer full of alyssum would be surreptitiously perfect. I jotted down some of my faves above so I wouldn't forget. Forgetting seems to skip merrily hand in hand with 'older' stuff.
hopeful crop of rhubarb in a neighbor's yard
Simplicity and complexity need each other.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
‘They will sit around on their asses, never bathe, or lift a hand to help with the dishes!”
The escape plan for my cousins was to be whisked off to Wyoming to spend two weeks on Charlotte’s ranch. My request to go along was summarily denied. I’d never met anyone named Charlotte nor had I been on a ranch. Never mind, because I was needed to help out when they descended on us. I moped.
They were the several adult children of the old man who lived in the basement. He was my great-uncle, who shuffled along with a cane and had never lost his broken English, Grandma Philomena’s brother Tony. As usual I only had half the story because children were to be seen and not heard, especially crazy Jimmy’s daughter. What I knew of the visitors-to-be was they lived in Denver and they had multiplied like rabbits. Two daughters and one son had all married other Italians and had led a mysterious life far away from their father. Our family held their secrets tight against their chest and only in times like an impending visit were they forced to show some cards. Being Jimmy’s daughter I expected the worst.
One visit included a son, Salvatore, who it was whispered was always too busy being an accountant to come up to see his dad. I watched from the kitchen, dishtowel in hand, when after dinner one night, Cousin Sal reached in his pocket for a deck of cards. Forbidding glances were passed around the room. Some sat in and others tittered. He asked me if I wanted to play and I blushingly stammered I had to dry dishes and besides I didn’t know how to play Blackjack. That was the day I learned that men could be kind because Sal said he’d teach me the game. It didn’t hurt that he was very handsome, smelled good, and spoke softly. He was smiling when he said all I needed to know was how to count to twenty-one. Sal taught me to say ‘hit me’ when I wanted to add another card. He would never know that for a 12-year-old abused girl, this was the last thing she’d want to say. Card games still conjure up memories of beginners luck and Sal winking at me as he dealt the cards.
One more thing I learned that summer: Rose showed me that you should always pull the dishcloth between each tine of a fork when you’re washing dishes otherwise they won’t be really clean.
Lately I've seen her peering out the sliding door toward the open road. So, will she go north to Duluth then into Canada or will she cross the Mississippi into Wisconsin? She has a small but highly developed brain and can leap tall buildings in a single bound, so, who knows. Right now she's resting up for the trip. I'll keep you posted.
In the meantime, see more Camera Critters and the folks who love them.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Since thy return, through days and weeks
How many wan and faded cheeks
Have kindled into health!
The Old, by thee revived, have said,
'Another year is ours;'
And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed,
Have smiled upon thy flowers.
Friday, May 2, 2008
This view of Como Lake in St. Paul sponsored by Sky Watch Friday. To see more watched skies, ask for Tom.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
The strongest bond of human sympathy outside the family relation should be one uniting working people of all nations and tongues and kindreds.
We has met the enemy and they is us.
The voices of prophets crying in the wilderness since the 1960's about over-population, DDT, pollution, preservation, emissions controls, or recycling are now being echoed by a bright new generation that wants to see even bigger changes--and there exists a mighty deadline. Caring about the inhabitants of our beautiful planet--each other-- is one integral aspect that cannot be taken for granted. Writer/activist Anne Lamott said:
“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.”
Here's to the year following, to May Day, 2009: hope for all 'workers.'