Friday, August 21, 2015

ordinary days


My husband quietly sits in the next room
you'd never know
that he went to the mat
with the grim reaper
twice in the last month

I stand before the stove
stirring
a soup of disparate ingredients

Though prayer got us through this
its seems like so much more
was needed to chase the awful, ugly
horrifying thoughts of what if away

He never was one for emotional display
but one tear running down his face
before they took him away a second time
was a masterpiece of conveyance

I slept in a chair in the family waiting room
missing all the things of life that keep me centered
sharing my heart thoughts with strangers
that are living in this realm of waiting, too

and again after a week, a week he was to come home
...complication
and again we enter the realm
of the reaper

No, you would never know by looking at him
that he has returned from that land,
a boneyard filled landscape

His body continues to heal
but somehow that one tear
tore a slice of his ordinary days
our ordinary days








 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A


 
Happy Saint Patrick's day
 
Why does the dog always steal the show?
 
-------------
 
My head is indeed getting full of stuff Mr. Bradbury.
reading and reading
 
But yesterday it was 73 outside
so....I was outside cleaning up the garden
oh what good medicine for the soul and body
The smell of the air.......
the sound of robins chirping in the trees
the feel of the warmth of the sun on my skin
the taste of memories as I entered the zone
while working...I visited my grandfather's garden in my mind
the remembered smell of manure
and marigolds
I was taken back to a trip to Michigan
when I was so very tiny
but I remember the tall flowers, taller than me
the ducks walking around quaking
a rooster crowing
the warmth of the sun
All this roused by being in the garden
 
But today I am back inside...high winds and cool temperature
 force me to get back to writing my story of the week---
.......Somehow an apartment building came to mind......
it's about a man who goes downstairs to tell his neighbor who lives just below him
that her singing of show tunes at 6am are driving him crazy
When she opens the door to him
he sees the likes of Ruth Gordon
 
This is going to be a funny story
for sure......so back to work
I feel the story rising to be worked on
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, March 14, 2015

An Edgar Allen Poe dream

 

 
I read the Telltale Heart before going to bed
and early this morning I awoke suddenly
knowing and remembering what I had been dreaming
 
I was entering a mansion through a heavy mahogany door
and it swiftly became a revolving door
and I was spinning around in  mahogany walls that kept closing in on me
and it all stopped
 and a piece of wall cracked open
with a little shaft of light piercing through  and there it was
the eye....
.shriek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I'll never read him before bed again
 
-----------------------
 
Our writing group ( we are now down to 3) :(
has begun
What a great time it is meeting with these women once a week
One of them is stuck in her writing, trying too hard to control her characters 
they won't to go one way and she is determined to make them go according to her plot
oh well....do what you must....but I think the characters know better
The other woman is onto a great story about an escaped slave
...and me....I presented them my story for the week and they all cried
It was an emotional piece
and it did unburden me from something from the LISTS
 
The little girl character has appeared in many of my stories
..in fact they did recognize her.....Is this the girl you wrote about in another story
...Three other stories.....I said
There is a lot of energy to this girl from my childhood
a tragic event that happened
But not until I began my Bradbury way
did I write almost the truth...what I mean is
the truth of my shame
the story is fiction, but the shame was released in the writing
 
I didn't realize the burden of this character, so I put her in stories in different ways....
...I wrote around it
Bits of her story appearing in my stories
yes, she had an alcoholic father
yes, she had a mean grandmother
yes, there was a fire
 
I used all that in stories
 
but the engine of my writing about her was hidden to me
and I never wrote the true story
until I heard Mr. Bradbury's lecture
--------
Almost everything I write is in first person
and I am always having to say that it is a fictional story...sort of like trying to defend myself
that's how it feels.....I have worked hard and used skills to write that story and somehow I thought and still do think
they were dismissed by some  because they think I am only writing about something from life
and not using imagination to write it
but they are wrong....my stories gather things from me, but they are fictional
it didn't happen to ME...it is a story
 Surely something of me is in there, but it is made up
 
But this time it was pretty darn close to the actual event
things changed to make it a better story...because that is what my goal was...story
 
but the haunting hidden thing I unveiled was shame
a shame a little girl.....me.....
had wrongly incorporated into her very being and hidden until it was no more
but oh lordie....it was there
and this little 550 word short revealed it to me
 
no wonder they cried
but it is still a story
 
 
 
 

Thursday, March 12, 2015

I thought it was something I said



Marilyn

.....not her real name
 
 
In 2005 I became a workout freak
 
I was very disciplined about my diet and exercise
 
paid off with good results....I looked good
 

That year I saw a good friend in the grocery store
 
she walked right by me....didn't even recognize me
How'd you do it? she asked
Hard work I told her
 
 
 
 For years we had worked hot lunch at school every week
 
We adored each other.
 
 
She married a Lutheran boy,even though she was a strict Catholic
 
we used to laugh about that....I said all the Catholics girls stole all the Lutheran boys
 
She was so much fun to be with.
 
But she always complained about her weight and her bad complexion....

We were friends until our children graduated and went to high school
She was a situation friend I guess....the situation of grade school lunch had brought us together as pals
 

So when I spotted her years later again in the grocery store
 
I was shocked to see how wonderful she looked
...thin....great haircut.....clothes that fit her perfectly
make-up and earrings
 
I tried to get through the checkout quickly
to try and catch up with her,
but it wasn't meant to be that day

I somehow wished it was something that I had said to her
 so many years ago
that had inspired her

Oh ego......it wasn't

Last year I was skimming through our local paper and stopped
to read and re-read an article about a woman charged with
stealing from her employer
it was Marilyn

After getting over my shock, I remembered the week she had gotten that job
A job that she hoped would help her family
She started happily at $7.50 an hour
She hadn't worked since she had gotten married.
and she was thrilled to start a new phase in her life

I also remembered the times I kidded her about how lucky she was to be Catholic
Yea, she said......I can be bad then go to confession

She had stolen almost a million dollars from her dear employer
who I am sure cried, like I did, when he found out.......she was the kind of person everyone liked
even loved

Now that is not a small amount of money


I still can't believe it...
but I saw her mug shot online
and an article about how she had set up a separate account where she deposited
her employers checks to herself
...thus the lavish living and good looking style
I often think if I would have picked something up about her if I had
been able to catch up with her that day at the store.

probably not.....

I hadn't been an inspiration to her after all

I only bring this up because of all my writing lately
I made my list
I have written 3 short stories so far
read until my eyeballs are about to fall out
Made my list of things
I hate, fear and love

Marilyn appeared on that list

...on the rumblings list  (that's my category)

I think of Marilyn every time I work out or go to the store
....if this could happen to her ..could it happen to anyone...
...I sat down and wrote a story

 Marilyn....she got 7 years in prison





 
 
 
 


Saturday, March 7, 2015

Essays.....not so much, but we'll see

I'm finding that I haven't read many essays.

Since starting my one essay a day, I realized there was a reason for this....I haven't liked the ones I did read. 
 
But there must be a reason Bradbury insists that you read them.
 
 
I've ordered the above book of essays by Donald Hall. He was married to one of my favorite poets, Jane Kenyon.  A curmudgeon of a man. I think part of him just died when she died of leukemia. I anticipate some strong, unlikeable writing here.  But I am sure, very interesting in its own way.
 
I am also searching on the internet for essays. I don't own one book of essays. Maybe this one above, will be the only one I will own. But maybe this kind of writing will open up things in my writing that I never knew existed. Or maybe not.
 
Reading one poem a day is like cheating.........a pleasurable thing I do often.
 
I have been reading Hitchcock's collection of short stories, and Eudora Welty and Flannery O'Connor's.  This is a wonderful assignment Mr. Bradbury. So much better than watching The Housewives of here or there.
 
Along with all of this I continue reading novels.  My current one is, House Broken, by Sonja Yoerg.
After this one I have two more on my list:
Under the  Mercy Trees, by Heather Newton...recommended by our dear writer blogger friend, Vicki
The Knife, by Ross Ritchell......written by a friend of my daughter's, his first novel
 
I also like to read non-fiction books on such topics as  health, meditation, and of course...writing.
Right now I am reading,  Stein On Writing
 
Last night I finished writing my first one-a-week short story.  It's rough, but it's not bad. It was about something I feared.   Set myself up for a few bad dreams...
 
Update on my other life......house mom to kittens
 
I have fallen in love with all my kittens.......One I am keeping, one has a home as soon as I can catch him and get him fixed, one that is coming around to being petted and cuddled...and then there is Fiona........
 
all I can say.....there's always one
 
and I will cry my heart out when they are gone....truly I will.
 


Friday, March 6, 2015

What you love, what you fear, and what you hate

 
 
 
 

 
Aren't we all sick of snow and cold?
 
Besides taking care of and socializing the kittens
I have been reading a whole bunch.
 
My friend called and wondered if I wanted to go to a workshop in October
....oh isn't possible that October will be cold?
It's a rewrite and revision workshop.
Well since my computer has been down,
I haven't written much
Until....
I listened to a lecture by Ray Bradbury on my Ipad
It was a lecture about writing.
Wow, I love this guy.
He is kick ass about writing.
I remember one of my favorite shorts by him,
 
Bless Me Father For I Have Sinned
 
He stated in this lecture, that for him ,writing is about someone saying they connected
with what he'd written....that they were thankful for what he had written
that they found joy in what he wrote
hopefully as much joy as he had in writing it
Joy...why you should write--
It should bring you joy.
 
He went on to say that the three things that  you should examine in yourself
 are
what you love
what you fear
and
what you hate
 
 
Then he went on to give this advice:
Don't start trying to write a novel.......yea sure...I don't have to worry about that..
Start by writing a short story a week! ..
 
that's 52 short stories for a year....yikes...
 
Then he said it is imperative that you
read
One short story A DAY
one poem A DAY
....and not the modern poets....they're crap, he said
look to the masters...like Frost and Pope
Then read
One essay A DAY
.....on varied subjects
 
He assured...that if you do this, you will fill your head with stuff
and if you write one short story A WEEK...they won't all be crap
there will be good stuff
 
If you hit a writer's block....dump it....it's not truth
 
So I started to do all this...and man....oh man....has it lit my wick
 
one story a week
I actually think by next month I will be writing two a week
love, fear, hate.....
 
Now to word associate
 
I also took out some class notes from a prior workshop
where we were to listen for "found language"..eavesdrop
 
My were:
 "nobody's going to be arrested"
"he's all whiskers and gray"
"I like the reverse"
"I steep my tea bag a bit longer"
"my mouse is frozen, now what?"
and "lady slippers are behind our cabin"
 
Why not start with these, I thought
 
Bradbury's Martian Chronicles started out as a collection of short stories
and a publisher in New York said they didn't publish shorts
But could he go home and outline them to form a novel?
...the rest is history...
 
Snow...cold...who cares...I'm busy
 
Oh, I just finished a delightful book
 
A Man Called Ove
 
Maybe give it a look
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 





Thursday, February 26, 2015

Words on a snowy day

 
 
Hello there...
My computer has a patch job, so it is working...how long...no one knows
I wish I could say the same thing about blogger....and picasa...I still can't post photos
 
and what am I without pics
just words.
 
so it will have to do...except for the photo above taken on our way home from Galena Il
 
snow and sunshine and blue skies and clouds....add fields and hills
and you have magic being sighted
 
Here's a poem....a little one written by Valerie Worth
 
 
 Snow
 
Garden's, fields,
the far hills,
lie deathly
with white winter,
 
Wide drifts
and heavy deeps
made only of
each snowflake fallen,
 
Like these many
still falling, these
few still alive
on my sleeve-
 
None anywhere
ever like
this one, this
very one.
 
 
When I stop and remember this small poem
...remember  it
after just having grumbled about another day of snow and cold
I am taken down with shame
 
Have I really lost the child within?
The power of poetry...ahhh
 
I am a child again
happy and joyful
filled with awe at what I see before me
a miracle of tiny flakes
glistening
their beauty back to where they have come from
 
I glisten too
 
..the power of just words
 
 

Friday, February 6, 2015

no computer
Been sick,Getting over a horrible virus that has taken me down since  Christmas
But I do read you all
and glory be one of my most beloved bloggers posted
I have tried using my IPad  but fat fingers and advancing age make it hard
I hope to have a computer soon
So look out..........,so much pent up writing

Cats and kittens doing well

Friday, December 12, 2014

It's my birthday......just saying




Next year my mom is hosting a Medicare party for me

Birthdays...at my age... they are important...consider the alternative!
but the hoopla isn't as important as it was,say when I was  10
I like a phonecall....a card......flowers....
.wish my birthday were in summer
then I could really get some good stuff for the garden....but heck at my age
if I want it I usually buy it myself...Who knows better than me what calls to me at the market
or store?
So....dinner it is today ....with family.......or whoever shows up to sit next to me...
no birthday cake please...watching the blood sugar....
no gifts.....just a smile and a "glad you were born"loving hug
Thanks mom ...you did all the work
to make it happen

Oh...did I tell you my little brother, Tim was born on my birthday 12 years later?
I take my thank you back Mom....nasty trick :)

Thursday, December 11, 2014

whose house is this?

 
This has been harder than I thought.
Socializing
I have spent time on the internet researching this topic
and I have found a lot of helpful info 
But to be honest.....it's a heap of work
We are working on getting them to be dependent on us for feeding
moving the bowl closer and closer each time with us sitting on the floor in front of the bowls
got past that hurdle....now
we have to get them to eat off of our finger..baby food...chicken
they love it
This morning I came down and I found my husband feeding three of them
out of the jar....
They  have escaped out of the study and are running around the house...they sound like wild horses..
but a good thing is .....noise and the other cats don't seem to frighten them
progress
 
Now the hardest step....touching them
So far I have touched two.....cornered them in the closet
I held them tight to me and talked to them
they calmed down and let me hold them....
no bursting heart rate...no hissing no biting or scratching
But boy were they happy to be let down
Hank the tank and Mr Grumbles are still to be touched and held
But boy...I needed this job like a hole in the head
The parents have forgiven me and are showing up twice a day to be fed and are using the heated house outside on the deck
....not the ideal life for  beautiful cats but it works for them
My Boo, Ms.Kitty O'Shea and Abigail seem to get along with them just fine
 
I think it is good for them to have adult cats to mentor them
I wish
 
 
 


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

a still house, a stirring heart



They have all left now
 
There are still dishes to wash
 
towels to be picked up
 
sheets to change
 
...toys and books to be put away
 
The silence of the house was closing in on me
in an odd way
So what did I do
I put on Josh Groban's Christmas CD
 
tears started to fall....good tears
 
How I love my family
 
and how much do I love them all together
 
a neat trick if you can do it
 
 
It is Finn's 5th birthday today
 
we are going to CHOO CHOO Johnny's
 
Where our meal is delivered by a little train
 
how fun is that?
 
Then off to Build a Bear...heh, that's what he wants
 
Then later they will be off to the Bulls game with Grandpa
 
Grandpa......I have hardly ever talked much about him
Let me tell you
I am married to the kindest, generous loving man on earth
 
He'd have to be ...to let me keep 7 new cats in the house....
 
they are all doing well
But the day is coming soon when I will have to let go of the precious kittens
all of whom I have let into my heart
....but we must love
and we sometimes must let go
 
Just like waving at the suv pulling away from my driveway
my grandchildren crying in the back seat and waving goodbye
 
Our hearts heal...but they never close..at least not mine
Life and love go on
as it should
But for today I will be a bit sad
the house so quiet now
 
 
 


Saturday, November 29, 2014

and then there were 4



Early Thanksgiving morning, while it was still dark
while we were hurrying to leave the house to head to our home in Galena
I found a precious kitten had passed away during the night
I cried so hard
We called him Artful Dodger...Artie for short
Rest in peace little one....
life is so unfair

where we are born
to whom we are born
the worth of our birth
so random
But Little kitty, you were loved by me
and for this I can take comfort
 
 

Friday, November 21, 2014

v-i-c-t-o-r-y

 
 
 
 
You can't imagine how exhausted I am
 
dead tired
 
 
but I got him...the last hold out
who sob sob spent the frigid night outside all by himself
 
I would tell you about the comedy routine it was watching the last two
try and get the food out of the trap without going inside
ha!...don't they know the trap maker figured that one out
 
but it was pure giggles watching it
 
Finally the little gray one just had to go in....snap!
 
I got him right away...but that sent the big one I call
Joey white toes
sent him under the deck
 
...until this morning
when he finally came out from under the deck
and he too let his hunger get the best of him
 
and believe me...he wasn't the last one trapped for nothing
what a toughie....I really had my hands full with that little guy
and scratches to prove it
 
but all is calm for now
they're eating, sleeping playing
 
and watching tv
 
Mom and dad....Fiona and Ralphie
are safe downstairs recuperating
 
and now to get ready for daughter in law and the kids to arrive tonight
 
..I told you I'm exhausted
 
thanks for listening
I'm sorry I've bored you about my troubles
..because I know most people don't care for cats
....but maybe you care about me
so thanks


Thursday, November 20, 2014

 
I got two
one last night....it cried all night for its mom
an eerie sad call
My husband, of all people went downstairs and held it for twenty minutes
holding it and comforting it....now he thinks he's the cat whisperer
Early this morning I put out another trap
and phew the kittens came flying out of the igloo on the deck..ha ha
they are smart ones afterall...there's a warm pad in there
I put the trap out and bam I got one right away
I have trapped the two small females....hmmm
I picked up Henry Ralph and Fiona this morning
they are resting in a large dog crate.....cost me big bucks here
Now there are 3 traps outside
it is cold but sunny...and when I got back from the clinic
the three remaining kittens were running up and down my horsechestnut tree
 
I tell you....this has been the hardest thing for me to do...trap an animal
I am a wreck
but I have succeeded thus far
rescuing two adult cats from continuous kittens and hunger, disease, and injury 
and kittens who were doomed to have maybe an even harder life
 
through no fault of their own....dumb people who value nothing
 
OH....I got another one
bye! !!!!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


 
I got 2
 
5 to go....but 5 little ones
 
This is not pictures of them, only what they look like
they are in traps in my basement and garage
that are draped in heavy blankets to quiet them in darkness
The kittens are alone outside
I was hoping to get them first, but I am happy to have gotten anyone
I guess sardines is the trick
I transport them tomorrow at 6:30 am to a low cost feral clinic
for spaying and neutering
I bought a large dog crate to house them in while they recover
and I hope to get the kittens tomorrow
 
Oh and my mom's test came back fine
She's in better health than me
It was a welcome distraction today taking her for her test
She is sympathetic about the felines
My son...who just arrived from California
thinks his mom is nuts 
 
maybe I am
but I'm too far in to turn back
 

gin joint


cats...
 
I didn't seek this or want this
 
I didn't let my cat out or dump it unspayed

to have kittens
in someone else's garden
other people did this to these poor creatures
 
But of all the gin joints in the town they walked into mine
 
When I was 12 I used to see this little boy on my walk home
He always waited for me and walked alongside of me the length of his block
It got cold and he showed up with a too short coat with no buttons
and he didn't have a hat or gloves
it was so cold that I took him home
I shutter to think of what I did looking back
asking a small child to come home with me
But I did
and I took him in the house, made him some hot chocolate
while I found mittens and a hat for him
and went into my mother's button tin and found buttons
to sew on his coat
Then I walked him back home
and I don't think anyone missed him
but he was warm and happy
His name was Mikey
 
I have not changed
 
Wish me luck today....I am setting up the traps
what I'll do after that...I am not sure
I hope I get the kittens first
they still have a chance at a home
The other two....they are doomed to be feral cats
But I am taking on the task
they will be under my care
and I don't know how I'll handle all of this
but these are the least of these
and like with Mikey
I will
 
 

Monday, November 17, 2014

 
It's going to be 1 degree wind chill tonight
11 degrees actual temp
 
and I have 5 little fur balls under my deck
who the mom keeps moving back and forth between my deck and my neighbor's
Finally she brought them to eat....showed them the food bowl
and they haven't stopped eating
they love the warm chicken I provide
 
I went to the feral cat class to learn how to trap them
....these women have been in the biz a long time
they talk about the cats like they are nothing
..to me ...I have an emotional investment in their wellbeing right now
...yesterday the mom cat was on to me and hid the kittens
....and then both my daughters showed up with kids
and there went that...
I missed this morning's spay appointment
try again Tuesday the woman at the clinic said
 
what if I get a kitten first....which I would bring inside and try to get it used to people
so it can have a chance at getting a home with a family
not to live its life outside as a feral
 
I am certain the mom will hide them from me or disappear
 
only.....I have the warm chicken
 
Oh I have a stomach ache thinking about all this responsibility
and to make things worse....what do I do with mom after I take her in
with entire belly shaved...in this cold...oh dear...
and My family is coming in from California for Thanksgiving and we are going to galena
what will I do with a cat or kitten if I catch it?
I know you can't help me....but I just have to get it out
 
oh dear...would you believe I just looked out my patio door and there is another
cat looking in?
 
 

Monday, November 10, 2014

yep,those be kittens


  ?
 
 
good golly
why me?
I thought she just looked Prego... then not
 
She continued to come around 3 times a day ...ravenous
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
but no kittens
 
until yesterday
 
when I looked out and saw four
 
then later the black cat escorted a little orange one over
 
from my neighbors deck
 
so far 5 little felines
 
Oh dear and winter is just around the corner
 
I am now in contact with the local feral cat rescue
 
I don't like to do it but I have to save the babies
and then I will take on caring for the two adults
 
who will be neutered
 
such a thing...I have to pay for all of this
 
good thing I have a wonderful husband who cares about animals
and me and my heart
The little gray one with two white toes on his back feet and one white toe on his front paw
has stolen my heart.....
But I have order in my house
and bringing in another one would possibly cause chaos
Remember that all the cats I have..3...
are rescued
and I had 3 summers of finding kittens homes
you run out of kind friends
And remember my beloved Handsome who I took care of for 10 years
and Beautiful ...and so many other wayward felines and two dogs
 
My family is coming for Thanksgiving from California
and I have to help my mother take her driver's test and some medical tests
and my daughter is sick and could use my help with Walter
heavens to Betsy......
and I am leading my book club discussion on Labor Day by Joyce Maynard
on Friday
 
.....it's all about love
 
 
 


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Monday, October 13, 2014

 
well....
it isn't a kitty
but who knows what lurks just outside our doors
unless we put on the light and look out
we never know
 
This little guy was there with two raccoons
... the wounded one and another one just as big
the bigger one was on his hind legs swinging at the wounded one
I yelled out and opened the door
they all ran!!!
My husband said...are you crazy!
 
only the little skunk came back
and I turned off the light and went to bed
 

This morning, Bart and Hazel were waiting patiently for their breakfast
 
my, they are getting big....and no sign of any kittens
yet
 
 
 

 
 


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

 
Writing group tonight
We are supposed to be thinking about writing something on the topic of
embers and flames
..gosh I hate prompts
 
I threatened to write a haiku
...gasps heard around the room
 
Really and truly
I tried
 
but, they are getting a haiku
 
Flaming maples leaves
Room 9,Central Hospital
Winter comes, let go
 
..
 
I have been bummed out for a few days
overhearing something at the drugstore
not ready to write about it
 
....funny
last workshop it was suggested to us
to eavesdrop
catch a story
 
I caught one
 
a horrible shocking thing
that stays hooked
in me
 
how to make a story out of it
...all under 1000 words
 
The kitties are still coming
along with a big fat wounded raccoon
he sits by them like a bear
..oh...why me?
 
 
 

Friday, September 26, 2014


Little orange and black Glory showed up yesterday
minus belly
oh dear, dear, dear,
I wonder how many dears she had and where
 
She came late this morning, after her sibling, and ate hastily
but finished every bit
We were going to Galena this weekend...but oh my who will feed her..them?
I guess I will ask my mom to come late on Saturday and early on Sunday
a lot to ask of her...but I will

 
It is Fall already and they have just been born....by time cold weather comes
they will still be little...
I thought I was through with cat rescuing
three years in row I rescued mom cats and kittens
found homes for them.....
got the rascal cat, Handsome, to finally except his shelter and that I was friend not foe
how I still miss that guy and his garbage truck meow
 
I slow roasted a chicken yesterday and today I am making broth
out of the bones and vegetables left in the bin
smells good.....such a Fall thing to do...make soup
 
I am trying to go back on my low carb/high fat/moderate protein diet
sucks
but it works...and I need to control my blood sugar
but the boredom....but I guess I have made cooking and eating too much of a sacred act
I need to get back to my workouts and walking...though I hate walking
I would rather spend hours lifting weights than walk aimlessly
I have a heel spur acting up right now, so that may be coloring my thinking
 
Tonight we join the kids and the grandkids at The United Center
for a pre-season hockey game
GO HAWKS.....oh I how I love watching hockey games...who knew?
 
I did manage to write something for Thursday's writing group
 
but alas they did not like my opening...said I was telegraphing the murder
ohhhhhh.....that was the point...I wanted you to know that he had murdered his wife
and was now playing the suffering husband looking for his missing wife
Sometimes I think they read and stop to quickly...finish reading..it goes where you don't expect it to
But they were persistent...and they didn't understand what ley lines were
I suppose I may take that criticism ...to add a bit of info in there for those readers
who are not aware of ley lines.....an important element in this story
curses.....back to the keyboard
I may give them what they want...but they'll see
my way was better.....
...Now off to make the bed and wash the morning dishes and vacuum
pay the bills and avoid the writing as much as I can
 
 

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


 
The kitties still are coming around twice a day to be fed.


I will do my best to build them a feeding shelter
and a housing shelter
 
I wonder if they will use it? together?
 
they won't go near Handsome's shelter
 
oh well I will do my best.
 
 
Thanks to all you dear animal lovers, especially the cat lovers
 
for all your ideas and sympathy
 
 
Yesterday I spent the day with my two daughters and their babies
 
and of course, Finn
 
He cheats at chutes and ladders
 
but he cuddles good, especially if I scratch his back while watching
the Cat in the Hat
 
 
I'm back to my writing group
 
feels good to be doing something creative
 
My entire spring and summer was occupied with house stuff
 
finding new places to put things or getting rid of things...installing new floors and painting
 
I have too much stuff.......my husband is right...darn.
 
 
Fall is here and I am glad....went to Galena this past week
 
...more work there!  But boy when I hit that spot in the road where Illinois becomes
 
valleys and hills and magical blue skies....wow...
 
I went to meet a guy about a driveway......and a tree guy about planting more trees
 
maybe a Catalpa and a tulip...love those
 
Everything went well except for my cable ,internet, and phone being out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I was alone with my thoughts all evening and morning......a dangerous thing I tell you
 
I ate too much and spent more money in my mind on that old house then my husband could ever bare
 
but the cable guy came the next day....(.threatening to throw the darn equipment out the window
may have helped)
 
It was a quick trip to Galena..I had to return home.....meeting the gutter guy back there on Saturday
 
....and today I finally hung the drapes in the family room....which I would love to replace
but I dare not ....if I want to make it to year 44 of marriage and sorted through books and books and books...and loaded my car up with stuff for Goodwill.....so I guess I did get something done
 
Did I ever tell you about the swat team that was in front of my house this year
oh no?  I bring this up... it swirling through my mind trying to leap out an idea for the page.....
what with writing group tomorrow..and I don't want to work on anything I already have....but it doesn't work...I guess I'm stuck with the guy whose GPS leads him to dead end cornfield and a crop circle....sigh
 
And coming home last night from my daughter's
I spotted a squad car in front of me cutting its lights off as it turned left
hmmm....how I wanted to follow it....but it was late and I had been driving for an hour already
and the kitties would be waiting
...my morning glories...
so I took a pass
 
I guess I have rambled on too much...all in an attempt to get my writing juices flowing
but my keyboard is sticking horribly
so I'll just have mercy on you all and say Oh bother and  goodnight
 
 
 


Thursday, August 28, 2014

Morning glories

 
Twice a day my morning glories show up
This morning they were actually sitting on my deck
getting-brave kitties
The black one listens to me talk
only a few yards away.....having run into the deep flowerbed when I approach the door
The tortoiseshell one is very afraid...fidgety
Would you believe they ate 4 cans of food!
 
The other night I looked out my door and saw two young skunks
pawing around my garden....cute they are....but please don't stay I said to myself
and last night I peered out the window and there was a possum
with a large belly that dragged along the grass
I called my husband to see it...oh he said...her pouch must be filled with little ones
oh dear.....
But on my mind is winter
what will I do about the cats?
 
 


I suppose you think that all I do is feed animals
 
one of those old ladies
 
Well......
 I help all in need who share the path of life with me
human and beast.....a fruit of faith I suppose

The garden morning glories are blooming their heads off
This year I bought blue ones in a pot then just cast a seed packet of purple ones into the garden
..'cause planting them never seemed to work..
and wulllllah!  they sprouted and I have them all over!

I once read an essay about ....a curmudgeonly pessimistic old man
 who got a seed packet in the mail as a promotional gimmick
Bah..he said
then shoved the packet into his coat pocket and took his daily walk
It was toward the end of autumn.
.He reached into his pocket for his lighter to light his pipe and felt the seed packet
He lifted the packet out and ripped it open
and emptied the seeds into his hand then flung them along the road
across from his house

of course they all took
poppies...red ones
across the road from his house
he smiled

That little essay stayed with me
and I often think of that man.....a man I knew.....
A man who had little regard for things
but he was given a gift that day
when he walked out of his house and remembered that he had planted them
sort of....planted them with no faith

ah...faith the size of a mustard seed...I remember that one too

That man died two years ago but his experience lives on in me

I have never had luck with poppies....
but the cast morning glory seeds
well....joy filled my being
 when they opened

We all have a wee bit of hope
that resides in us and some days
 we take a leap
reach out to the universe, we
trust
risk
and it happens

May you be given a gift today
joy





 
 
 

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