Monday, December 30, 2013

Out from behind a pencil I am mush.  But I have a fist full of pencils.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Daily Dose

I'm preparing liver and onions for dinner.
My grandmother, in the days  before vitamins  (Vitamin B in particular),
ate raw liver every day for her anemia.  
Oh quiver.  

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Perishable Gift

Homemade Christmas cookies given at the office to a fellow co-worker:
"Take some home for your kids."
"No",  said the co-worker.  "I'll eat them here.  My kids don't know about homemade cookies."

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Seven Swans

Have a joyful and Merry Christmas! 
"Seven Swans a-Swimming",
crafted by unknown crochet artist.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Sunday, December 15, 2013

It's a Snap

Tying a long scarf has been a mystery to me,
until recently.  I figured it out while watching  the latest Sherlock Holmes movie on PBS. 
The young Sherlock in black,  with scarf folded in half, swung it around his neck and looped  through the open ends. Just like that.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

In Need of Resolution.

My life is tired.
It is time to depart (once more) from sugar.
But I have a batch of fudge for Christmas to make.
Kiwi and pineapple...the new tradition?


Mother plans to put together  a cookbook and leave her legacy - she's a good cook.  
A copy for  each of her children and grandchildren and great grandchildren.
  I wonder if she'll include a back page that reveals  the techniques and ingredients omitted. Surely she hasn't been telling me everything, because my sugar cookies, using her recipe,  don't turn out as good as her sugar cookies.
Disappointment is hard on people.  

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Whistle Remains

Whistle Remains In  A Small Town

The noon whistle blows- twelve: Go have lunch.
Again it blows at One:  Back on the job.

Morning whistle.
Six AM:  Get up.
Seven:  Show up at work on time.

The  Canadian Pacific rumbles  through, and at the crossroads, 
whistles  too.

And  I don't notice the whistle at five o'clock quitt'n time.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Sleep on it?

The bad thing about creativity is that it keeps you up at night.

Sunday, December 1, 2013


Giving thanks:  for the freedom to go about life without a whole lot of distractions.  

Monday, November 25, 2013

stepping it up a bit

Every little town has its Farmer Brown
And every Walnut Grove has its Mrs. Olsen.  

Caroline traded a basket of eggs for a bag  of sugar, 
...Not possible anymore,  with the uneven wage.
These days,  it has to be more than eggs. .
And that is where the Art comes into it...
And that is why I sew extreme pot holders.

But  that's not the whole truth:  I like the fabrics that come from  an era I no  longer live in. DM

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

slowing down-not catching up

Face Book, Twitter, Pinterest:  I don't have them,  but I know that they exist.
Perhaps my lack of them, is  just passing on the baton to the next generation, who will carry on.

Friday, November 1, 2013



Nov. 1ST:   I'm thankful we made it through October.  October seems always to bring about a bumpy ride.
Ours ended with a glass paper weight, on a shelf above the toilet,  falling off by itself and crashing through the toilet bowl like a meteorite or a bowling ball,  leaving a hole for the water to drain through and spill out onto the floor.
Upon removal and replacement of the stool,  we discover,  swarming and disturbed,  a colony of carpenter ants living there at this yucky water source.  How ghoulish is that on October 31st?

Monday, October 28, 2013

Day After the Flour and Sugar Banquet

Rewriting the Story

...Turning over a new leaf- spinach, kale, cabbage, mustard greens...

...And rah! rah! raw vegetables...

...And they slayed that nasty old Sugar Dragon, and lived happily ever after.  

Monday, October 14, 2013


The "Charlie-Brown -Music" recital  was held in a   living room in Washington state.
 The audience listened from the other end of the phone some 1500 miles away.   
Eyes wide,  my husband and I,  envisioned Linus in the pumpkin patch, and our granddaughter at her piano bench.   
Oh, the joy of her music and accomplishment!  Like fresh air coming through a window.  No thought of musicology, just upbeat positive; the  running, jumping  and skipping of her fingers across the keyboard.   Youth:  being, believing, growing.  

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Good Wood

Wood is good.
Burning it to heat the house.
Cutting it in pristine silent  woods, not ours,
(but permission granted.)

Today, Shaggy Mane mushrooms poke out
at the edge of the trees
in long grass and decaying leaves.
Perfectly natural to pick them.
There appear to be no naturalists here.
We saute them in butter.

Robert Frost would understand why it's all good.   Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening:
"Who's woods are these..."


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

What Are You Waiting For?

What are you waiting for?
As kids at school, we stood  in line   in the cafeteria for: lunch,  the polio vaccine on a sugar cube,  Halloween parties, and  spelling bees.  
These days, waiting in line is seen most everywhere- outside the doors of  Box Stores (sometimes in tents),   at check out counters,  concerts and movies,  football games and near tailgates.
Waiting turned into social hour-hours.   

Sunday, September 22, 2013


It's a day of wander.   Wander around the house.  Wander around the shop.  Wander around the yard.  
I have a framed  embroidery  that reads,  Not all who wander are lost.  Perhaps a better word for it is meander.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


I help pick two bushel baskets of ripe tomatoes.
My mother in her eighties, has six flourishing tomato plants at the edge of her flower garden.
She is a planter and tends.  I'm good at harvesting.

Then I go with my father for coffee at the Cafe
where he has breakfast every morning at the Round Table.
He talks about interesting things.
Yesterday he flew over 32 wind turbines on the Dakota Plains.
I too like to tell stories.  We both add cream.

Tomorrow morning,  my parents will get up early and   drive 12 hours down the freeway to visit my sister who's having a birthday.
They have a way of occupying the life that has been given to them.
They are better at it than I.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Beanie Baby

I think collectors have lost their craze for Beanie Babies.
Beanie Babies are cute!
I think children would like them as toys.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Wiping the slate clean.

Cleaned up the computer.  So much spam.  A new antivirus was installed, but there were technical kinks to iron out,  and a service call was required.    Out came our service number spoken into the phone....  "B as in boy...3, L,  What?  T as in Tom.  What?  Louder?    You're breaking up again,  T as in Tom...".  

Reminds me of the long drawn out attempt Tawnia once  made,  trying to  get  techy support, insisting  that it be  from the  USA. She stayed on the line  well into the night.  Finally, she got Jerry.  "Jerry?"  she asked in disbelief.  Then she stated emphatically,  "You're in  India,  your  name's not Jerry!"  
So back to giving the service number: "Q."  I said,  (to "Jerry").    "Q,  Q as in cucumber." 

By the way,  Sorry, but I closed the comments option in my blog as a spam deterrent.  

As I write this post, there isn't  an icon in the left hand corner  that says "error on page".  HOORAY!   I don't have to limp  between Compose and HTML in the tool bar any longer.    (Putting up  a post was like  somebody jabbing me in the back while I was  trying to sing.)   
After months of struggling with it,  the solution was easy.  Upgrade your server to GoogleChrome.  It's even free.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013


In my house,  by myself, with a pencil and paper and a few good books,  I feel intelligent and educated.  I need my house to myself...

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Truth Be Told

If you would rule the world quietly, you must keep it amused. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friends you hear from at Christmas or afterwards

Don't you hate it when long ago,  far away friends email you when  your annual Christmas greeting card doesn't show. You want to...