Ramblings...

One of the songs I've recently downloaded is Tim McGraw's "Live Like You Were Dying". That song just makes me want to go out and LIVE! Not necessarily sky-diving.. but, you get the drift! But, it also makes me reflect on somebody near and dear to my heart.

I don't know what to get Son this year for Christmas.

I'd like to give him a "life". A really fantastic one that would completely captivate him and allow all of his wonderful characteristics to thrive and grow. But-- that's not a gift a parent can bestow on a child except by backing off and allowing them to forge their own way. That gift comes from life experience and personal maturity.

He thinks he's already got that life... doing pretty much as he pleases, with a few responsibilities and inside the cyber world.

There's just so much more out there! If I could give it, I would give him experiences. Eye-opening experiences. Vistas and views of truly magnificient scenery; exotic tastes of food and the smells of fresh fruits growing; of knowing what it's like to scale a mountain and back down it cuz it's really steep; I'd like to give him the experience of enjoying every step of the journey because THAT'S as important (if not more so) as the destination. I didn't realize these things (and still haven't many of them) until I was mature enough to actually appreciate the process of life rather than "The Events".

Maybe I should pray more for his maturity. and, my own - so that I don't miss out on any more of the journeys. The plodding along steps are the journey- are the adventure ... and enjoy each and every one because that's just the way it is. There are frangrances along the way-- smokey smells. And, perhaps not music all the day- but, there is rythym. And, there is a harmony even amongst the disharmonys of life. Maybe life is more like a piece of music than we realize.

Live Like You Were Dying
sung by Tim McGraw
written by Craig Wiseman and Tim Nichols

He said I was in my early forties
with a lot of life before me
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
and I spent most of the next days
looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options
and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
that this might really be the real end
how's it hit you when you get that kinda news
man what'd you do

and he said
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

He said I was finally the husband
that most the time I wasn't
and I became a friend a friend would like to have
and all the sudden going fishin
wasn't such an imposition
and I went three times that year I lost my dad
well I finally read the good book
and I took a good long hard look
at what I'd do if I could do it all again

and then
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did I do with it
what would I do with it?

Sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I watched an eagle as it was flying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying

Black Friday Shopping

I do NOT do Black Friday shopping! A couple of years ago- a young lady I know that works at our local Wallys was actually bit by an overeager customer trying to wrestle several dozen customers from a bicycle! That pretty much sealed the deal for me! Not gonna happen! I couldn't care less!

This morning-- I'm in my sleepy little dreamworld when the phone rings before 9 AM and it's my very best friend in the world, Kim (and her sister),- on her way from Wally's, Target and now headed to Michael's where they have big sales, too... and did I want anything?? Well! Just say m-m-m-m-Michael's to me and I immediately start to salivate! Of COURSE I want something! I want it ALL-'specially if it's on sale!! With her on her phone and me at the computer checking all the Sizzix dies for her to paw through and look for-- we scored a couple of "finds" (when did they expand their selection? forever they'd had the same ole' same ole'!) and she grabbed a side-kick (we share the Sizzix machine & dies and they stay at my house... guess that's fixing to change!)....

Prior to that store they scored a couple of iPods (now WHY didn't they call me when they got THOSE???) and all the accessories! I'm just droooooling over wanting an iPod-- maybe someBODY will get the message and slip it into my stocking.... specially since he was looking over my shoulder calling out songs I needed to download from iTunes last night! Yes, yes! I know-- we've got it all backwards! I've downloaded (and input a sizable amount of our CD collection) into the iTunes and don't EVEN have the means to play it except for the computer! Just call me prepared!!

She just called me back with an update! Not only did that sidekick ring up at $29.99- she got it with an additional 25% off!! Woohooo!! Santa is kicking bargain-butts this year! Yup! That's what's going in her stocking! What do you bet she uses it before Christmas??? And, get this! They are headed BACK to the electronics store to pick up more gee-gaws (accessories) for the iPods! Arghh.... now I wish I'd sent my Visa card along with her!

Rant, rant, rant! Grouse, grouse, grouse!!

I'm so peeved. It's really frustrating to have gotten so dependent on emails- and then to have the server just seem to implode. SBC-dsl customers use Yahoo mail servers (or maybe it's the other way around??) I dunno- but, they have been so erratic lately. Spastic is more like it! And, it's infuriating!

Last night-- I got an email over a month old! Literally! At first- I thought the girl that had sent it had just failed to correct the date. But- because I"m such a techno-geek (and nosey, too!) I checked all the headers and the source code! Sure enough-- it HAD been mailed last month! GEEZ. Where HAS that thing been all this time? In whose server has it been sitting patiently waiting?? And, how come I can get SPAM and it's current and flooding my mailbox; but, the legitimate mail is as slow as snail-mail and now- since this last week- I can't even get my mail sent from my account because the server is having issues.

SHOOT!! I need to send that mail! Granted- it's not dire or critical. But- it does save me a phone call (or three) since it's to both my sisters and sister-in-law-to-be about plans we're trying to make for a weekend Sister's Getaway. I mean-- it's just trivial nonessential stuff-- but, STILL! I'll have to call to make sure that we are completely co-ordinated! Oh... and one of the emails is just to verify that I'd sent my money for a little stamp-purchase... but, still! That reflects on me as a customer if the seller doesn't understand that I'm being prompt and all. It's all about the feedback! And, I want GOOD feedback!!

Oh, well. If you're not getting email from me-- you now know why. And, I may or may not be receiving yours either.. so call me if you want me to really and truly KNOW something! And, don't leave it on the message machine either-- cuz, there's no telling WHO might just erase those things without checking to make sure I've listened either! Even, Sam the Cat sometimes pushes those buttons... Probably the "male" thing in him... just to aggravate me more!! :-)

Have a perfectly wonderful Thursday! It's quite brisk out there (temp wise) and I've got lots of happy events to get ready for today and tomorrow! Mae is presenting a book review on "Gertrude Bell" at the Library Club this afternoon and "HMS Pinafore" this evening... then- tomorrow-- Big D!

Woohoo!

Ferncliff!

This was the view from our crop (conference) room this past weekend at Ferncliff.

It's a beautiful place, so serene and the foliage was a little past the "prime"- but, still good nonetheless.

There were 32 of us "scrap-hens" in attendance and many of us were new to the crop. We giggled, scarfed delicious snacks, giggled some more, stayed up late and giggled even more! Loads of friends and loads of fun!

The only bad thing to happen was our friend, Meredith. Meredy (as we fondly call her) attended Friday, but had to leave Saturday morning because she had a family wedding in Oklahoma. While driving to Oklahoma, she fell asleep at the wheel and drove off the road, into a ditch, flipping a couple of times. She says while she was airborne, she began praying. Luckily, there were witnesses to the crash (surprising as she was in a fairly remote part of Arkansas) and they rushed to help her. An ambulance took her to DeQueen Regional Hospital which was closer to the family awaiting her.

It was quite a rollercoaster Saturday while we tried to find out how she was doing and keep our minds occupied while we waited. Jodi called Meredy's cell phone and someone at the hospital answered it and was able to give us enough information to keep us from worrying too much. Later, Janet called the hospital and talked to Meredy on the phone. She was in good spirits which soothed our nerves. As of last night- word was that she would be released today pending review of her x-rays.

Admissions... and New Beginnings

Even when I was in junior high-- I hated the course of Health & Safety. Health and Science. Health and Anything. I abhor the obsessive talking of diet and the study of health. The time has come and now- I'm going to have to LIVE it. Eat, drink, breathe and LIVE healthy and a diet.

Last night I went to the Sign-up Seminar for the UAMS Weight-Loss Program. I had two really good escorts. My daddy and our family friend, Sandy. Sandy has been on the program since June and has successfully lost over fifty pounds. Yeah for Sandy!! Both are "in my boat" and both are supportive. Thanks- guys!

officially I begin the program in January.The more basic process of self-evaluation and introspective reflections begins now. I do look forward to being healthier. I really look forward to feeling better. I don't look forward to meal replacements. I hear they taste pretty mundane. Even the chocolate one. I don't look forward to admitting the truth leading up to my pathetic situation.

A Lie.. and the Truth....

For some time now... there has been elephant in my house- and I can no longer ignore or avoid acknowledging it. It used to be a silent creature that was just "danced" around... now, it is a real elephant and taking up too much floor space. It's not like the other critters in our house that are cute, cuddly and considered pets- oh no! It's ugly and pathetic and needy. Admitting it is both painful and a relief. It has a name, OBESITY. And.. it has a number. 296. YIKES! Did I just admit that, too?? Oh, geez. That's like the most heavily guarded secret in the Queen's court. I almost feel like I'm betraying myself by writhing this.

Two bad habits (more dirty little secrets) I'm having to give up are convenience foods and binging. That's the lie I've been living recently. Lies in the sense that what I'm doing (and eating) isn't going to "hurt" me. It has... and before I swallow (literally and figuratively) any more of it- I'm going to face it.

I am going to deal with it, though. And, I am going to choke down the awful truth- as bitter as it may be... it can't be any worse than the meal replacement stuff. The "stuff" is some powdered concoction of 800 calories of 125% of the RDA and can be made into liquid shakes, baked into chips, grilled (as in pancakes) and more. Oh, joy! *said sarcastically* Now, I get to go to cooking class.... grrr..... more of my favorite past-times... NOT!

What a vicious cycle...

pain = not being consistent
not cooking real food consistently = convenience foods
convenience foods = unsatisfied well-being
unsatisfied well-being = binging on more convenience foods
convenience foods & more binging= more pain

What a paradox. And, it's not really as simple as all those equations either. But- it's about as basic and concise as I'm able to grapple with today.

And, so-- I start fresh. Now. Today. In the present time. Like the lyrics from the Tracy Chapman song "New Beginnings".... Starting all over. Start breaking the cycle. Start breaking the chain. Starting all over. Make new symbols. Make new signs. Make a new language. Easier to redefine the world by starting all over.

And, calling my elephant "Obesity" is a great beginning.

Prayers requested. I'm a pretty weak and pathetic soul when it comes to facing myself and my elephant.

Ferncliff---here I come!

Oh-- it's been the most gorgeous foliage this past week! I've had the pleasure of driving "over the mountain" (to Hot Springs) and once further up the interstate on errands and such! And, the colors have been stunning!! Surprising considering the lack of moisture we've had all year that there were even any leaves left on the trees at all! It even inspired me to get my Rebel out and snap a few pictures-- and send the Olympus off to repair the flash unit.

Why is it that picture images are so very vital to me?? I can't even begin to explain that-- but, by framing a composition and trying to achieve the right lighting that just completes a part of my that I can't define. And, then-- to further document the image by embellishing it with paint, ink and paper-- oh- that's really satisfying! And, that is why I look so forward to going to scrap retreats! Besides the friendships!!

Ferncliff is a beautiful little Presbyterian church camp not far from Pinnacle Mountain. It's what is termed as "cozy" and a bit like primitive in comparison to other retreats that are offered. I think the name alone inspires creativity and an ambiance for an artists getaway! From what I understand- the history of the Ferncliff crop is just a few friends looking for a cheap getaway. The waiting list has grown every year since! I've been on the waiting list for three years- I'm finally IN! Friend, Kim, is also "in" and we start our trek Friday.

This week should have been spent packing and pre-planning page kits... but- I decided to reorganize (complete with new tables and floor and shelving lay-outs) my studio. WHAT A MESS!! But- for some strange reason- I couldn't seem to THINK in the other configuration.. so- maybe NOW I can think through the mess and get some stuff found (of course, I've lost it all in the organization process!) and packed and get outta here! I also got an appointment to have my yearly gyno- check up and got an opening in the UAMS seminar weight-loss program; so-- I'm multi-tasking as well. I just hope I don't forget to pack the important stuff for the retreat... bed roll, pj's, some make-up(?), make home-made sweet-treats, argh... I'd better make some bigger lists.. and somewhere had better find some more time!!

What first sounded restful and peaceful is now looking like a looming stresser!! UGH!! How could THIS happen?? Oh. wait. Calm down. Deep breaths... think fall foliage... think.... lovely pictures... think... I don't have them PACKED YET!! ARGH! Gotta run workaround!!

The End of October and Waiting for Rain!

... or... Just When I Get My Ducts All in a Row-- it's Duct Season.

Well... it's finally here! The end of the month! This is not my favorite day of the year. I don't like the pagan holiday. It always makes me fearful for my outside cats. Both solid black. Not that I'm superstitious mind you-- it's because I live in a town full of stupid "enlightened" people; some of which have been known to very openly practice their witchcraft. Those types will claim adamantly that there is no blood sacrifice of either innocent animals or humans. My opinion on that is THEY may not practice the truly hard-core beliefs; but, there is proof positive that it IS a practice and you never know when some zealot will go over to the darker side- thus, my apprehension.

Yeah. I know. I used to decorate all out. That was back in my own "dark ages". Now I prefer just to ignore the event. I don't even have chocolate candies! For the record- we only ever have about 1-2 trick or treaters per decade; so, no I'm not being a an old mean stick in the mud either.

This has been the driest year since I can remember. Summer of 1980 was this dry-- but, that Fall the rains came. This year-- we're still waiting. We are expected to see some with the front moving through today- yeah! Surprisingly- we had a major weather front move through last week bringing much cooler temps (even in the 30's- yikes!) but no rain. This week's temps won't be so cold- which is a major relief to me! Because the electricians came and ripped out all my duct work today!

Now- maybe with new ducts; I hope to have lower utilities and much clearer sinuses!

Miss Katrina (Katarina) Kat has made herself quite at home and part of the menagerie. She adores her big brothers, and is relentless in getting them to play along... then when she finally tires, curls up next to one of them! So sweet! Her name changes as does her mood-- Katrina for when she's being a spit-fire; Katarina for her more placid moments, and Ekhatarina for her regal periods. She's growing, too-- but, still the daintiest of the felines. I frequently wake up to all three of the inside kittys bunked up next to me and she's often the recipient of a bath from one of the Big Boys.

Well- I'm off to look for more raindrops! It did finally come through in between my starting this entry and finishing it!

Anguish Languish

Besides images.... I love words! There are some that I love even more than others... chocolate, for instance! But- that's a whole 'nother blog! To begin- I looked up the definition of WORD.

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word (wûrd) n.
A sound or a combination of sounds, or its representation in writing or printing, that symbolizes and communicates a meaning and may consist of a single morpheme or of a combination of morphemes.

Something said; an utterance, remark, or comment: May I say a word about that?

Computer Science. A set of bits constituting the smallest unit of addressable memory. Or a software program allowing the means to communicate the written conversation and more.

words Discourse or talk; speech: Actions speak louder than words.

words Music. The text of a vocal composition; lyrics.

An assurance or promise; sworn intention: She has kept her word.

A command or direction; an order: gave the word to retreat.

A verbal signal; a password or watchword.

News: Any word on your promotion?
Rumor: Word has it they're divorcing.
words Hostile or angry remarks made back and forth.
Used euphemistically in combination with the initial letter of a term that is considered offensive or taboo or that one does not want to utter: "Although economists here will not call it a recession yet, the dreaded "R"’ word is beginning to pop up in the media” (Francine S. Kiefer).
Word
See Logos (sense 3).
The Scriptures; the Bible.
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Is it any wonder that words such as: gregarious, effervescent and charismatic aren't just fascinating words? They convey qualities of intriguing personality.... and that's just in the description of wines! But- those words define the essence of optimistic attitudes looking forward to whatever is coming down the road. I'm drawn to these types of words.

But- what about the regular mundane words of our language? Cup, plate, pan. Pretty plain, fairly straightforward words describing items on a dinner table. I think on the whole that the English language has more of these words that are very direct and useful.

What if they should all get mixed up? The regular old boring words with the frivolous ones? What if there was a shortage of words? Like during the World War II (not word war, lol!!); very basic essentials such as gasoline, sugar and rubber was conserved and hard to obtain. You only used it as necessary and to have an abundance of it was extravagant! People made do with less- but, they still had their frivolous words and descriptions.

During that time- Professor H L Chase of Ohio posed that very question of "What if the world encountered a situation requiring that words be rationed?". His solution was substitution...

WARNING: It may be necessary to read the following aloud in order to get the full intent.
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Wants pawn term, dare worsted ladle gull hoe lift wetter murder inner ladle cordage, honor itch offer lodge, dock, florist. Disk ladle gull orphan worry putty ladle rat cluck wetter ladle rat hut, an fur disk raisin pimple colder Ladle Rat Rotten Hut.

Wan moaning, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut's murder colder inset. "Ladle Rat Rotten Hut, heresy ladle basking winsome burden barter an shirker cockles. Tick disk ladle basking tutor cordage offer groin-murder hoe lifts honor udder site offer florist. Shaker lake! Dun stopper laundry wrote! Dun stopper peck floors! Dun daily-doily inner florist, an yonder nor sorghum-stenches, dun stopper torque wet strainers!"

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This excerpt, believe it or not, is beginning of the very familiar fable of Little Red Riding Hood. This curious version was written in 1940 to show his students that intonation - that is, the melody of a language - is an integral part of its meaning. The words here are all common English words, but not the ones you'd expect to tell the story of Little Red Riding Hood and for lots more of the famous "translations" try this link!

http://www.lifesmith.com/english.html

... and I do hope you, too- Enjoy Your Words!

KATarina!

Byron found her and two siblings and their mama several weeks ago at the sawmill... she was the prettiest of the bunch. And, such a spitfire says he.... So far-- our other cats only hiss and spit when she is spotted. She's not the typical kind of feline; she has yet to really explored the house other than to find my former beloved's, Bill's, old bed here near my computer. She does seem to be more nocturnal. No big s'prize there!



I'll update on her "adaption" to the boyz later!

Dear Diary... and a tribute to Pargie

Today is a happy day! and a day to remember special folks.

Had coffee, breakfast and read the paper with my dgmom, Mae. The cortisone shot the doc gave her has vastly improved her quality of life in just a matter of hours; late Thursday night she had been in so much pain that we thought she may have had a compression fracture or a pinched sciatica nerve. Visited with my 'rents and sister and nephews. They got the call from x-bil that there is ELECTRICITY at the lake houses in River Bend! And, life is looking much more civilized for folks in Deep East Texas.

Dear husband came in this morning from an incredibly long week at the sawmill and only has one more night to go-- 'til he has to start it all over again. I know these long hours are taking a toll on him- but, his general attitude seems to be handling it. PTL! There's not a whole lot I can do to contribute towards a positive outlook; but, having dinner (or breakfast as the case may be) ready is about my only option.

Me? Well... I'm just about ready to settle down and do either some a) cyber shopping or b) real shopping if I can convince sister to run away to LR for the day or c) something creative. I would have liked to have gone with G-pa and the boys to set up camp in the Ouachita mountains at Albert Pike on the Little Missouri River; which was their plan until Donald called with the official word of electrification. They were going to just "get away" for a few days and since it's only an hours drive (and a pleasant scenic one at that!) we could have tagged along in a separate vehicle and just picnicked with them and gotten some photo ops. But- that doesn't look like it's happening now; so, back to plans a, b or c.

Last night Sister and I went to Wally's and fawned over the large shipment of chrysanthemums. We bought a couple of mums for our Mum and left them in strategic places in her front yard so that when she walked out she'd be surprised. Dad, of course, discovered them first-- I'm not sure but what HIS wasn't the bigger grin! He so enjoys pleasant little surprises! I often think that he and our great-maiden-aunt, Clarice or "Pargie", were kin in that regard. Pargie dearly loved granting wishes and I think a big part of the joy she experienced was the planning and the execution of those little gifts. She made the best Strawberry cakes and when we lived 8 hours away and it was our birthday; she still made sure we had our cakes and shipped them on the Greyhound/Trailways busses.

I have many fond remberances of living next door to Pargie and Grammy (Pargie and Mae's mama). Parge and Grammy raised my Mama until she about 4 years old because Mae & Pa's jobs were in separate towns and Pa was away at school and they didn't get to all live together as a family until then- and, then it was in Arkadelphia with his aunts that had raised him since his mama had died. But, prior to that while Mama was learning to walk and talk and "be nice to the ladies" as Grammy would say- Pargie would call my mother "Little Partner" and Mama would call her "Pardner" back; but it came out "Pargie" and it stuck.

We lived next door to Pargie and Grammy in Hope from the time I was about 4 until I was 6. Often in the mornings, I would wake and be stirring before Mama and Daddy and I was allowed to go over next door. There, Pargie would fix me the biggest stack of pancakes (large enough to fill a fiesta plate!) complete with Brer Rabbit Syrup- I don't think I could EVER eat but a 1/4 of them! On cold mornings she would prop my feet up in front of the open stove to warm them. Some mornings we had oatmeal. And, some mornings she would make cinnamon toast and chocolate milk and take me and Robin (when she got big enough) across town to our favorite water-tower to sit, dine and just enjoy the view. I don't know why we had such a fascination with the old water tower; but, we did. Some other times we would go to the city park and have breakfast there- with the squirrels on the merry-go-round.

Suppers were always on Pargie's glassed-in back porch. Though I'm sure I did actually eat at the dining table- (I can barely recall having lost my first tooth on an ear of corn at that table one Sunday lunch) typically I ate at the large roll-top desk on one of the "wings" that could be pulled out for additional desk space. I remember it faced the tv and since Vietnam was the news of the day, I recall Roger Mudd and Walter Cronkite, bologna cut into squares, English peas and mashed potatoes all sort of as one memory. When we weren't eating- we took a blanket and draped it over those wings so that we had a cave under the desk.

Grammy's chair sat in the corner with a speaker next to it so the news blared from both directions. Her rocking chair was a swivel rocker and had large wide arms just the perfect size for little girls to crawl on and perch next to Grammy. She read us many a story there. Sometimes, she would go outside and sit in the backyard metal chairs. Those are comfy "springy" chairs that I still have on my patio. In Grammy's backyard there was a lovely pear-tree; that I dubbed the "Toy Tree" and would hang toys as "presents" for Robin to find when she woke from her nap. Too, Mr Arthur, was frequently in the backyard and was always fun to talk to or walk behind as he used one of those old fashioned gasless lawn mowers. I was fascinated with that thing. I liked Mr Arthur, too- he always wore a dress hat and suspenders even when he did yard work and spoke with a really deep Southern negro dialect. It was years later that I learned that he had been Daddy Arch's (Grammy's husband) right-hand man at the brick plant and said that had he been there the day that Daddy Arch had been hit with the boom and injured he wouldn't have died.

Other memories of Pargie include: Robin and Ginger Monkey (a stuffed animal) that she coveted at the local Kresgie's store.. or was it a Woolworth's, Ben Franklin's or a Five and Dime? The "I Dream of Jeannie" poseable doll from a hardware store up on Main Street in Hope. The bank building in Hope that had the concrete "louveres" in which we played hide and seek. Being carried up the back steps by Pargie after a ballgame and she loosing her balance, her trying to keep me and my popcorn from falling and ultimately breaking her knee on the way down. Getting hit from behind and smacking my forehead on the radio buttons in Parge's car (again, after a ball-game). Pargie's bread.... no modern bread machine to this day can equal her homemade bread. Going to work with Pargie on the swing-shift at the hospital and later on Saturdays at Gurdon's hospital. Her patiently helping me hunt and peck while making arm-bands for the newly admitted patients.

Later on- introducing Pargie to Byron; and his absolute delight upon hearing that after my long frantic search of the house for my college science book- discovering that SHE had it and was reading it just for fun! She absolutely adored Byron and I think was completely in favor of us getting married; while she was so sick and battling her cancer she was also determined to help Mae host our wedding reception (in their home) in typical Pargie fashion. I only wish Pargie could have known her great-great nephews; we just THINK that they are spoiled rotten- if she were around we'd all KNOW it for certain!

She was a great great-Aunt.
Clarice Cannon ~ Pargie
Loved by many- Remembered Fondly to this very day.
May, 1905-October, 1982.

One week after the Texodus.... and looking at it with some Rose Colored glasses

I found this in Ron Franscell's Blog (of the Beaumont Enterprise)

"Glaser also offers a marvelous word our headline writers will kick themselves for not thinking of first. To describe the massive evacuation of more than a million people, a flight that was ultimately fatal for some and frustrating for all, one blogger used the word: Texodus

Perfect."

Not only is Mr Franscell eloquent by telling a story on film-- he can write well. I've much appreciated his views since Rita's Rath whipped through Texas and LA like a spoiled brat.

No matter that she, (Rita) had the 3rd lowest milibars ever recorded... she didn't take the lives like that "bitch", Katrina, did. That's not my terminology-- it's from the folks that actually survived Camille and Rita both. They described Camille like a lady... well.. guess it's all debatable.. but- today when I called over to talk to lil' sister- one of the reception girls in her office answered the phone.. "this is Katrina, may I help you?" I almost burst out laughing at her- but, I'm sure she's gotten a lot of that this last month.

The news this evening is from Sabine County. Yes, the county seat may have power; but, the fact of the matter is it's going to take a couple more weeks to get to the nether reaches. So... schools will be out indefinitely; and the Monday-opening was just a hopeful optimism. That, and the realization that Sister's job may still not receive power gives me hope that they'll stick around a bit longer. It's been nice having breakfast with sis and I know she's enjoying getting to spend time with the 'rents. Now, that things are dire and full of what-ifs... I'm hoping she'll be able to relax a little more. Maybe-- we'll get to go for a bath and a rub in Hot Springs after all! That's my goal anyway!

Pictures came in this afternoon from Jill's trip from Houston over to Groves. There was our old house on WillowOak.. and all our WillowOaks splintered and laying on the ground. They all were tossed pretty soundly- but, the house itself was spared. A new roof will be needed as there are a lot of shingles gone- but, it stood! There's also a picture of Paul, Jill's daddy, in front of their house with another downed tree. Several more from up and down our block, out on Pure Atlantic highway to the Larry's (Judice's) Market where they had Byron's favorite boudain. Then, there were houses on Washington, and the worst was from the corner of Taft & Terrel where the roof was completely ripped off (and doesn't even appear) in the photo. I've heard reports that all the Pecan trees (which Groves is famous for) are all laid over as are the great old oaks in Port Neches park.

Some of the other local area tv, radio and news stations have carried interesting photos... for instance a picture from Sabine Pass of a shrimp boat blocking the highway. Interesting- the highway is a few miles inland from the port. There are pictures of the horrificly long gas lines-- miles upon miles of cars waiting for gas. One news article I read said that there was 10 gallons of free gas being pumped for each "customer" at a FEMA distribution point in one of the more hard-hit areas. City officials were going to "allow" residents of Pt Neches, Groves and Nederland back in for one day to check on homes, gather some belongings and empty fridges & freezers before they closed the area again. I know from reading that if you "know" the area and see a road-block ahead and traverse the lesser used thoroughfares you can get through- but, it's like a maze and the power lines are typically at chest level. Some photos show graphic devastation and tons and tons of debris while others show the humor that these folks (victims) still have. I liked the sign "HAVE BEER, NEED ICE!". Kinda sums up a lot of Texans and their priorities.

Rita won't keep Texas down. It sure didn't do much but stir the Texan spirit. It may disrupt football season- UIL and TEA have notices on their sites that for teams unable to play-- games won't be made up. If they have to, the execs will just declare conference champs to advance to district and state play-offs. I wonder how they'll do that for UIL Band contests. All the schools are encouraging folks not to sign their children up where ever they "landed"... I think they need to rethink that and realize that kids depend on a regular stable routine to gain some normalcy in their lives and not to be at "loose" ends. But- hey- I don't run the zoo!

That should be my subject tomorrow... "If I Ran the Zoo"... man! I'd make scrapbooking and stamping a full credit course in school!! That and Music Appreciation.. oh, that already is.. never mind!

New Season, New Fashions...

oh-- blessed Fall has finally come! It arrived here in Clark County with a wallop of a storm last night right after dark. The lightening was extravagant and the winds whistled-- the rain was most welcome and we didn't get any of the really rough stuff; broken limbs, downed lines or hail. Along with it came the best part! Cooler temps! My a/c hasn't been on a whole heck of a lot and it sure is nice!! It was a cool 60 when I got up; a real treat!

It got me to recalling how when we started school it was in September and since it was near the beginning of Fall; our new school clothes were always a little warmer than what was actually needed. And, so- a lot of times those new fashions would be set aside until the first good cold front would blow through and allow us to be really school girl chic! You know-- tartan plaid skirts, ruffled white blouses and saddle oxfords or Buster Brown's. My first year I even had a school satchel to match the skirt- man! I thought I was styling!!

Nowdays I'm staying at home year round and much of my wardrobe is year-round appropriate. Jeans & a pullover shirt. Since my computer and craft space is positioned over the a/c unit; I typically have on a sweater... so that won't change too much with the season. But- the colors that I choose WILL change. I like colors-- all combinations- so, in that respect I "change"!

With that in mind- it occurred to me that my Blog needed a change for the weather. So-- thought this one was appropriate. Hope you like it. I do!

In other news- well.. there really isn't any other news of interest! Same old, same old. I did talk to my littlest sister today- that was most pleasant! It's always a treat when she calls and we can just talk "sister" talk. Nothing important, nothing special- just sharing the typical day-to-day goings-ons of our lives. Sister, Robin- is still next door and waiting to hear that her home (or Dad's homes) have power so that they can go and start assessing the damage themselves. I know Mom is wanting to go, too- so, when they leave Wrigley-dog and I will be on companion-status for Mae and Sandy-dog. DS came by to see me and Samson yesterday-- and he seems good. It's a relief knowing he's in a safe place while he continues to do his "growing up" and I think he's paying attention to the responsibilities that he has. He did say that he'd run into one of the young men he'd graduated with who's been in Iraq. I think that young man gave him a perspective that may influence just which branch of the military he decides to join.

Enjoy the Fall weather! I'm going to-- it'll be back to hot and humid in no time!

Needing Inner Peace??

Dr. Phil proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.

So I looked around my house to see things I started and hadn't finished; and, before leaving the house this morning I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Baileys, a bottle of Kahlua, a package of Oreos, the remainder of both Prozac and Valium prescriptions, the rest of the Cheesecake, some Saltines and a box of Chocolates.

You have no idea how freaking good I feel!!

Please pass this on to those you feel are in need of inner peace.



Now-- I did NOT pen that above piece... though I feel certain that I could have!! figuratively- not literally!! but you kwim?!

Let's see... if I were to have penned it what all would be around here that I'd need to finish.

Hmmm.... scrapbook lay-outs. Several albums worth.

Folding laundry.

Dishes. Again. Natchurally-- I go to bed with a clean kitchen and the little night elf comes in and every morning- it's back to dirty again. This is a hard fact of my life-- and it is every bit the truth. When you have a hubby that works the swing and the graveyard shifts- it's just the way it is. It could be worse- he could not even GO to work- so, I'll live with the dirty dishes.

Preparing packages for mail and actually transporting them to the Post Office and putting insurance and postage on 'em. I do have all but one of them sealed- so this might just happen!!

Okay-- let's think outside the house for other things. I guess I could include yard-work.. but, you have to actually START that in order to need to finish it... that ain't happening today- so, I guess I just don't have to stress about it!

Hmmm... how about really outside the "box" of life.... well- I guess I could say that if I were to actually finish my degree I would have that chapter of my life closed and complete. Not that I'm actually needing a degree for any particular reason other than the sheer joy of accomplishing it! At this point- I'm pretty sure I'd get an Art degree rather than the Business one I'd started towards. And, that really makes me happy to contemplate!!

I'm sure I could think of a whole lot more things to finish... I'll reflect on that as I finish tying up this package!

Roger. Over and Out.

Sipping Coffee and Waiting on News...

This morning has been a much more relaxed and leisurely morning than the past few!

Byron fired up his smoker and prepared his famous ribs for our evacuees. Enjoyed coffee with Mom, Mae, Sister and her tribe of dogs and boys! We are now only waiting on hearing confirmation that our Daddy in fact made it into Sabine County and is on his way back here to ARkansas. Yes- he's just that "driven" and drives us all near to distraction with all the "what if's" and risks he's taking.

The situation as it stands today is looking up for our Texas Rita folks.

Stephen drove into Port Arthur yesterday and found that his parent's home had only one tree on about a 4 foot corner of the house- so not a whole lot of damage there. NO flood in their home- even though their neighborhood was. As he was emptying out the freezer- he was challenged by a police officer. He was really pleased with that- cuz they are even protecting his Mama's steaks from looters!

His parent's who are staing at Robin & Stephen's have not been able to find any holes in Robin's roof- all the water that came in during the storm must have been blowing up under the shingles. They are using the gasoline from the bass boats to power the generator- and Stephen's sister, Christy, actually was able to drive over the 2 mile-bridge to Many LA for some supplies and got a call out, too! So, good news on that front. I'm sure they'll stay at Robin's home until they start to allow folks back into Port Arthur when the utilities are re-established.

Wayne, Stephen's Dad, was able to drive the 60 miles to (and back) to our 'rent's homes at River Bend. He reported that there were about 10 trees down (I'm sure he was only looking at the very closest part of the yards next to the houses) and none of them were on the houses! Not sure about the huge garages and all- but, that they houses were spared is encouraging to say the least! Dad's only BIG concern was emptying out the three freezers. Thus his "flying" trip today.

He and Robin had been discussing when would be the right time for them to go back home considering the utilities, the school, the lack of food and gas supplies and just the trecherous state of the roads. Hemphill proper has had their power restored- it may be quite some time before Robin's home in Fairmount and the much more remote communities have theirs. Hemphill ISD has announced that their schools will reopen next Monday- so, they must be expecting to have a lot more progress as far as the basic essentials in Sabine County. I don't really see how they can realistically expect that considering that they are still having MRE's served by the guard and the sheer fact that there is so much debris to be picked up and if the young men are in school they won't be able to help much in that effort- but, I'll quit editorializing and continue with the facts!

Now, that he jumped up and LEFT Robin this morning- means he'll be making a 2nd trip (probably on Saturday) to take her, the boys and perhaps the dogs back home. We'll wait and see.

The boys' other g-parents (Donald's folks) and uncle James tried to stay at their mobile home at Lowe's Creek. I understand that there is a tree on part of it- but, apparently it's not demolished... after one night- they returned to Donald's home because without power it was entirely too hot and miserable. I don't know that they've had any confirmation on the status of their homes in Port Arthur.

And, that's as up-to-date as we know from SE Texas.

Today's weather here is overcast and still a little muggy. I'm on a search for a kiddie-pool for the Labs. They prefer to sit in their water to drink and this ought to be a do-able accomodation for a little dog happiness! They are very sweet dogs- even though they are mighty big! All of them seem to have adapted to living inside and really provide quite a distraction to what we call "everyday" life! They especially prefer Mr Richard and all the attention he gives them! Our daddy! He should have been an animal trainer... oh- wait! He was! Band director, animal trainer.. same difference!

Silver Linings and the Search for Small Comforts

The internet is a wonderful thing! It can do much to soothe some jangled nerves... and just seeing that a beloved house from your past actually survived a Cat 3 hurricane is a really, really encouraging thing! Not that we are all that panic-stricken or anxious... the fact is-- a person just wants some physical reassurance that ALL is not destroyed.

sorry- blogger is being difficult this morning and won't allow uploads... see the pic here: http://www.angelfire.com/art2/arkyangel/hurricane_rita/

I was surfing around and lo and behold- found this picture from Groves, I believe it was from the Port Arthur News (paper) site. Though it is not labeled other than to say it IS in fact Groves- I'm pretty certain it's my grandmother's old house as she lived on one of those main thoroughfare streets and two blocks away from the church in which we were married. We actually celebrated the reception in this house- it's a small silver lining knowing that from this photo this house appears to be intact.

There were three trees with a lush, lovely fern bed (tutu style!) to the right of the garage and the left front door. This house actually had two front doors. What you can't see is the humongous magnolia tree that was behind the house. Looks to me as if it's no longer there. There were other trees further behind the house- that look pretty mangled.

But- small comforts are just that. And, this picture gives more hope that it wasn't as catastrophic as it could have been.

I just wish there were someone that had a satellite phone in Hemphill to take a picture of the lakehouses.

Where did it End??

NOT HERE!! Praise the Lord!

The good news is: Hurricane Rita did her dirty work (like predicted) to both port and starboard sides of the Sabine River. Ravaging Sabine Pass and Johnson's Bayou upon making landfall; she continued up the river taking ruthless aim at Pt. Arthur, Orange, Lake Charles and then periphery damage to: New Orleans (again), Beaumont, Galveston, the Houston metro-area, and the Big Piney Woods. The Big Thicket as we call it (and it IS BIG and THICK and full of trees of the same description) took a hard blow from the hurricane force winds all the way past San Augustine TX including: Hemphill, Jasper, Buna, Silsbee, Kirbyville, Woodville and more.

She was projected to sit (for several very long days) and dump 20-30 inches of rain accompanied by high winds further up the Texas-Louisiana border in the Arkla-Tex region. Here in SW Ark, we had been told to expect Century-flood type weather. As it turns out- she did dump some much needed rain on us (maybe about 4 inches locally) and got a move on and somehow or another (God's Divine Plan- I'd imagine!) kept moving and today- we have SUNSHINE and next to no winds! Yesteray, there were several tornadoes over the state and wind damage all over; but, for the most part- we ALL dodged a great BIG bullet!

Now, the "other side of the coin" of the good news. There is much damage to my former communities and plenty of logs for the sawmills. Sabine County is literally in the heart of the Sabine National Forest and is for the most part, impassable. Downed trees and power lines will have to be cleared before many of the folks that evacuated the coastal counties can get out and back down the road. Many of them were riding out the evacuation in their RV's and they have some horror stories to share. My sis's home has a hole in the roof; but, their large trees fell without damaging her house, vehicles or boats that dbil uses for his fishing/hunting guide business. The neighbors weren't so lucky. Dbil is leaving the Gulfport/Biloxi area today for Port Arthur and Beaumont (St. Elizabeth's hospital) to do first-responder construction repairs. One of the fellow guides has this business for the "off-season" of guiding. The schedule works pretty good- you have more hurricanes in the months with not such good fishing. He will check on his parent's and sister's home (in Jefferson County) and give damage reports before they try to make it back home from Sabine County.

Today, my sister will be picked up by our Dad because the fishing tournament she was working is finally over! She will join her sons and the three evacu-dogs here until it's safe to re-enter the county. My hope and prayers are for all their peace of minds, grace of spirit and a clear definite direction for them to follow in this situation of so many unknowns.

I can hardly WAIT to hug her neck! I just wish our baby sister and brother (and his fiance) were here to hug, too-- seems like in a time when you watch tv and literally see the neighborhoods of your childhood memories disintegrate photo by photo; you just need a hug. A big ole family group hug. Nan, if you're reading this- DON'T CRY-- unless it's just for the sheer joy that we can celebrate that we are alive and SAFE! As are our family's peripheral members (in-laws families) and our former neighbors.

Thank YOU, GOD that it's over!

Dimming of the Day & the Evacu-dogs

Dimming Of The Day
lyrics by: Richard Thompson

This old house is falling down around my ears
I'm drowning in a river of my tears
When all my will is gone you hold me sway
I need you at the dimming of the day

You pull me like the moon pulls on the tide
You know just where I keep my better side

What days have come to keep us far apart
A broken promise or a broken heart
Now all the bonnie birds have wheeled away
I need you at the dimming of the day

Come the night you're only what I want
Come the night you could be my confident

I see you on the street in company
Why don't you come and ease your mind with me
I'm living for the night we steal away
I need you at the dimming of the day
I need you at the dimming of the day

This song has been recorded by several great artists... the version I'm currently favoring is by the Neville Brothers. I guess that's rather poignant considering the fact that the Neville's are from New Orleans; and, that town is once again under water today thanks to Hurricane Rita on it's way to my beloved Texas coast.

She (Ragin' Rita) is taking a leisurely stroll through the Gulf of Mexico and is promising buckets upon buckets of rain for our drought parched earth here in Arkansas. BIL who is re-constructing in Biloxi MS has called in and said that they're seeing feeder bands. This storm is so wide that it is affecting both MS and Galveston at the same time. Crazy. Unheard of. And, we're all sitting here in the a/c watching the awful gridlock of the largest evacuation movement in the history of Texas on the tv. Well- actually I'm not currently watching-- I'm listening to some really great music on iTunes... this is quite coincidental; but, "Flood" by Jars of Clay just queued up- wow. Isn't that prophetic or what? When, I'm not juking, cutting stamps (yeah TAC.. got my order here for the looooong w/e) and flipping channels for hurricane coverage.. I'm going and visiting with all the doggies next door.

Oh! Funny thing! Our boss-dog, Wrigley, met all the evacu-dogs earlier today. It was rather comical as the first yellow Labrador, Josie Bell, headed out the door to greet him... she favors Sandy (next door dog) in color- but, Wrigs realized quickly that wasn't his friend! Then... it's Whiskey's turn to meet Wrigs. Whiskey is Stephen's number one duck dog, she's a black lab and smaller than Josie and even Shady Lady, the lab that we lost last Spring. So- Dad suggested that Wrigs must be thinking he's seeing a ghost or something!! Well- Wrigs had upon meeting Josie felt the need to mark a few blades of grass just to establish himself. By the time Whiskey has entered the scene, Wrigley is just sort of looking bewildered and not quite so intent on doing anything but the occasional sniff. THEN... out comes big Mr. Feisty! Whiskey's son, a large black lab, #2 in working order-- Wrigley's countenance just sort of registered a disbelief and after the briefest of a sniff he put himself on a down-stay and sat resignedly at my feet. Didn't even try to mark another blade of grass or greet those dogs. I almost felt sorry for him.. "his" Richard had been gone, returned and he'd been replaced! Dad did give him a treat-- but, you could tell he really REALLY wasn't all that interested. I brought him back home and he's just parked himself on his bed and doesn't even bother to snuffle my hands every time I return from visiting over there!

Well- that's what it's like preparing for Rita in ARkansas, 360 miles inland but expecting a deluge. I mean-- how do you prepare for that?? Uhh... go to Wal-Mart and get more chocolate I guess. Oh- and dog treats! :-)

God help us. Just hope we all weather this one.

Where to begin?

Can I just say... I'm tired of the weather? From one extreme to the next- and this time it's taking aim on my childhood memories.

After we moved from Arkansas we grew up on the Sabine River in Texas. First, Orange for eight years. Then, Groves. I only lived there for two years before becoming an Arkansan again. Dad worked in the Little Cypress-Mauriceville and Port Neches schools until he went to the Sabine Pass school. The family remained and as young adults often will- I referred to it as "home" because that was where my parents, grandmother and siblings were.

Just about everything we did was somewhere up or down that river. Going to a ball-game? the rival school may be across the river. Going out to eat? Cross the river and the restaurant is on piers on the river. Going sight-seeing and relaxing? Get on the river or one of the lakes that has been formed on it: for bird-watching, skiing or sailing.

Our communities livelihoods were based on river traffic of super-oil tankers to fishing fleets, oil & chemical plants.

Later on, the folks and one sister moved to Hemphill much further inland but still on the Sabine River; on the Toledo Bend Reservoir. My folks have since moved back to Arkansas while maintaining two lakehouses on Toledo Bend. Dad had actually been contacted earlier in the week by potential Houston evacuees for shelter at the homes- so, he'd driven down to open them up.

Sister is working this week at a tournament much further inland (Lake Fork) while her hubby is doing re-construction work (from hurricane Katrina) in Mississippi. Her boys, however, are currently in Hemphill with their dad & step-mom... problem is... the way Rita has shifted, the worst is looking as if it's going to go straight up the Sabine River starting at Sabine Pass and heading north. If you look at the map Hemphill/Jasper area is about the same distance inland as Hattiesburg in MS and we know what all kinds of damage they had. Dad says they'll keep watching it (Rita) make the turn; but, he may have to bring all bil's dogs (he's a duck/fishing guide) and the kids here. Sister and dbil will just have to rough it where they are (on opposite sides of the storm) - which is not a good thing if you know my sister and understand that it wasn't until just two years ago that she's ever EVER lived further than 30 miles from my parents.

So... we wait. And, wait. And, watch the poor folks evacuating stuck in 14 hour lines of traffic jam trying to leave the place. Word from Dad is that the traffic in Hemphill is now bumper to bumper... it's lovely primitive countryside with nothing but two lanes (no shoulders even!) for roadways. I can't imagine how LONG a day it is for the folks in those vehicles. I just thought it was tough on us waiting... it's going to be worse when she lands and sits for two-three days on top of east Texas and dumps upto two feet of water. Ugh...

Maybe the title should read: When does it end?

Harsh Realities

The cold hard truth of the matter is: I am obese and I need to loose 100+ pounds. In light of all the other medical complications- one kidney, blood clots and high blood pressure to name a few- the obese factor could be life-threatening.

How I got to this point and what happened is all relative. Pun intended.

My plan to address this predicament I've put myself in- is also dependent on the relatives- family that is.

Neither of those statements are made to point blame- but, rather to define how vital my dependence on them actually is.

Now, the options.

Traditional diet programs. Traditional in the sense that it's primarily an individual odyssey with me doing all the counting and the counseling on my own and finding the inner will for the necessary exercise. Considering that self-discipline and meal-planning aren't exactly my strong suit.

Planned weight-loss programs. This would include: Weight Watchers (which I had success with back in the 80's); Jenny Craig, Nutrasystems, etc. Might be an option if I commit to going to the once a week meetings and follow the guidelines- I don't know what effect their foods and or supplements might have on the kidney.

The Supervised Weight Loss Program like the one offered by UAMS that Governor Huckabee (see his book at the above link); and now his cousin, Sandy, is in that is so successful. This program is combined with weekly blood panels being drawn and monitored with counselors and classes. The success rate and the rapid loss that the majority of participants experience is impressive. The reality is it is hard on the kidneys. I could very well not be a candidate for this program.

I've got some tough choices ahead of me. And, some tough pounds. Prayers requested.

Two bills, Three catalogs, One letter from the bank..

...saying I'm their favorite customer (yeah- RIGHT)... and no stamps and/or scrappy stuff.

Not a good mail day. Send mail. I think my mailbox is broken. No joyful wishes of happy days. No art in a 'vope. Heavy sigh.

Today is a cloudy kinda overcast morn... which is a good thing, actually. But, it's gonna be hot again- and still no signs of rain. Whasup with that? Used to be- if it was County Fair Week- you could COUNT on a deluge and slopping through the mud to go to watch piggies frolicking in the slop under the livestock sheds and the anticipation of some really good mud-slinging rodeo rides. Now.. it's just dusty and makes you want to sneeze. And- it IS Fair Week. Which reminds of hot, sticky wool band uniforms and marching in the Fair Parade to throngs and throngs of proud community members out to get in the mood for celebration.

Another thing has changed and I don't think it has anything to do with the weather. The only folks that go to the parades now are the family members of the folks that are required to BE in the parade... I don't think that the real community SPIRIT is there- at least if it is... I'm not feeling it. I don't really choose to put myself out there and cheer on the loosing team and all the vapid little wanna be pop-tarts starting at age 3. What ARE these moms thinking?? Used to be they were proud members of the 4-H club... now, they are members of the "I'm dressed just half-as-sexy as MTV sluts" fan club and raising daughters and sons to embrace the same ideals. Oh. Yah. I remember now-- it's a beauty contest for the Fair Queen pageant. Wonder why they don't have it based on Jam & Jelly preserving and quilting and an art contest?

wow. did I just write that? No wonder Kid is so darned negative-- he must get it from me!

Okay-- I guess if it were just BANDS that were in the parade I might go-- but, only if they promise not to have drill teams and color guards writhing to the Vegas music. Which is in fact, the theme this year for our local high school and while I enjoy a lot of the music that is associated with those venues... it just seems really WRONG to me to have high-schoolers wearing the very suggestive mantra "What happens in Vegas... " well... you get the drift?

I may be a real prude- but, until a couple of years ago I wasn't interested in going to Vegas. I mean- I don't gamble. The only cards I play are Canasta and Gin Rummy. Putting money into a slot machine hoping to get some paltry pocket change seems ridiculous when I can hand over the same amount to a stamp or scrapbook store and be infinitely more gratified with what I get in return. But- then... I got intrigued with the "behind the scenes" shows on the Travel Channel and the lovely, lovely themed art venues and famous mini-locals that the casinos have recreated. I mean- the Bellagio is so on my list of places I'd like to see- cuz they've got all kinds of museum collections. Trouble is-- the focus on family friendly was last decade. My sister tells me that when they had their "renaissance" it was advertised as being more benign and the emphasis was less on the seedy side of life. But- that really doesn't make money- so, things have gone back to the more traditional risque adult pleasantries and truly- what happens in Vegas.. should STAY in Vegas. So- guess I won't go to see the art after all.

harmump. don't know what so got me so dog-goned grouchy this morning.

But- on a postive note.... I'm in the mood to SCRAP! and- so- I go now to put some page kits together in anticipation of creating dozens upon dozens of lovely memories. yeah. Right. As if.

Or maybe I should go get another cup of coffe and try to change this attitude.

In the meantime, send mail. I really think my mailbox is broken.

Another Texas-Cajun casualty on a National Day of Memorial

This news comes on the date that will always be remembered in American history as a very dark day. Our hats off to the heroes from 9/11.

Though I don't think I could have identified Mr Brown per se- his musical style is what I remember from growing up in Orange. That and Saturday afternoons watching the honky-tonkin' Cajuns on tv, a few songs by a local upstart band: ZZTop; and the guitar strains of "Proud Mary Keep on Burning" played by senior high kids on the band busses as well as a rich background in liturgical, Baroque, and "longhair" music to the other far edges of showtunes and circus music. What a grand and wide ranging scope my parents exposed us to! Many Thanks to Dad and Mom!

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"Gatemouth" Brown dies Saturday
By Keith Spera, Music writer NOLA Times/Picayune website 11/9/2005

Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, the guitarist, fiddler, vocalist and composer who wove threads of blues, big band swing, Cajun and country into his own unique, self-described tapestry of "American music," died Saturday. He was 81.

Mr. Brown had been in declining health for months, as he battled emphysema, heart disease and lung cancer. As Hurricane Katrina approached, he fled from his home on a Slidell bayou to Orange, Texas, the town where he grew up. His Slidell house was subsequently destroyed by the storm.

His fans included Eric Clapton, ZZ Top's Billy Gibbons and scores of music lovers who reveled in his effortless command of multiple idioms. He released his first blues 'n boogie single, "Okie Dokie Stomp," more than 50 years ago. His music clearly drew on the sounds of southeast Texas and southwest Louisiana.

After a stretch of relative obscurity, Mr. Brown relaunched his career in the 1990s with a series of acclaimed albums, including "Gate Swings" and "American Music, Texas Style." He and his band, Gate's Express, toured all over the world, from South Africa to China. He won a Grammy, numerous Handy Awards and scores of other accolades.
Clapton invited Mr. Brown to sit in during a special appearance at the House of Blues in New Orleans in the mid-1990s. Mr. Brown immediately took over the show, calling out songs as he relegated a grinning Clapton to the role of sideman, Clapton subsequently enlisted Mr. Brown as the opening act for arena tours in Europe and America.

Mr. Brown rejected the label of "bluesman," preferring to think of his music as more broad-minded, complex and celebratory. He conjured lean, concise solos that depended more on fleet progressions of precise notes than on showy displays. He was equally at home arranging songs for his Gate's Express ensemble or the swinging, horn-heavy big band with which he sometimes recorded and performed.

A colorful, outspoken character, Mr. Brown did not hesitate to offer up less than complimentary assessments of other, better-known musicians. When not on the road, he often piloted his vintage black Cadillac from Slidell to New Orleans for nighttime excursions. Outfitted with an honorary sheriff's badge and a pistol, he'd make the rounds of music clubs, holding court at every stop. The House of Blues restaurant honored him with his own dedicated booth,to which he had exclusive rights.

When he was diagnosed with lung cancer last fall, Mr. Brown opted to forgo treatment; neither did he give up his omnipresent pipe. He resolved to play music as long as possible.

He continued to tour on a limited basis, traveling and performing with a portable oxygen tank at his side. In March, his ailments left him bedridden for weeks; he struggled to autograph an allotment of souvenir New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival posters bearing his likeness.

But as he had so many times before, he rallied to make brief appearances in New Orleans clubs, often sitting in with keyboardist Joe Krown, a longtime member of Gate's Express. Mr. Brown expressed his determination to honor his commitment to the 2005 Jazzfest.

He succeeded in that ambition. Occupying the slot just before B.B. King, Mr. Brown rendered a triumphant set to an enormous crowd at the Fair Grounds. Decked out in his trademark Western shirt, boots and cowboy hat, he led Gate's Express in a spirited show. Seated center stage, he sang, introduced songs and switched off on guitar and fiddle, all without the assistance of oxygen.

Afterward, he was exhausted but exultant, posing for a picture with King and signing autographs at the festival's record tent. Mr. Brown continued to perform locally after Jazzfest, but his stamina waned as summer wore on. The hurried Katrina evacuation to his boyhood home in Texas proved to be his final tour.

He reportedly died at his brother's home in Orange. Survivors include three daughters and a son.

Happy Endings and Rose Colored Glasses ~ a tribute to Gary

I love Happy Endings.

If I'm going to read a book- it had better have a happy ending. If I'm going to watch a movie-- it, too- had better have a happy ending... if you find out I'm fixing to watch one without the desired ending PLEASE WARN ME! I just don't even like to contemplate life with anything other than happy endings.

When faced with real life situations (oftentimes dire and horrific) I will seek the silver lining and wrap myself in the little bit of comfort. Knowing full well that the majority of the problem is overwhelming and truly uncomfortable to contemplate- I cling to that little bright spot. So, call me Pollyana- it's better than Polyester (lol).

II Timothy 4:6,7 says: "For I am now ready to be offered, an the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith."

This week our pastor, Brother Gary, died. He has been battling leukemia for two years and had undergone the painful bone marrow transplant with his sister's donated marrow. He leaves behind his wife, two boys, two sisters, a brother, a church congregation and a host of friends. Almost literally- the whole town knew Bro. Gary. Many in our state knew him as well. Particularly, the folks "in need" knew Bro. Gary and that they could count on him to come through with whatever material goods they were short in that day. But, Bro. Gary came through with the spiritual goods (salvation and the message of Christ) to a great many more.

Our church's history is the stereotypical "pulled up from the bootstraps"... from the "wrong" side of the tracks... kind of people. Started as a tent-revival by some Ouachita students for locals living literally- on the other side of the railroad tracks from the larger 1st and 2nd Baptist churches- Third Street Baptist Church (TSBC) had very humble beginnings. By the time Gary was called to preach- the church was a cinder-block building with under fifty members. It's now one of the largest churches in our town and has had lots of impact on many folks from all walks of life including: a tape ministry that is delivered nation-wide; an AWANA scripture memorization program that is a family outreach in the community; an athletics organization; an after-school program; and hosts countless other civic and community efforts such as tax-prep and disaster relief.

Our church history is so inexplicably tied with Gary Turner's that it's often hard to separate one from the other. He served TSBC for 25 years. He served God a lot longer than that- because Bro. Gary felt and answered the call to preach as a teenager. Gary's legacy includes the Christmas Store- a charity run by volunteers with donated goods so that financially strapped individuals could shop "for free" for their families. That one single institution provided an awful lot of happy endings. Gary opened the doors of our very damaged church to the tornado victims of 1997 when a good quarter of our town was devastated and one nursing home was destroyed. The residents were moved to our church first- and then relocated from there. Meals and water were distributed from there as repairs were taking place literally overhead and a funeral service held for three of the six victims. Gary gave his participation and blessing to so many activities in our community.

Gary ministered to our family and friends through so many ways- he baptized me in 1984. He baptized Jess when he was but five years old- on an Easter Sunday. He recognized that Byron had the gift of Biblical languages and coached and proctored him through his New Testament Greek courses from Moody Bible Institute. He gave Byron his first opportunity to fill his pulpit and later appointed him to be the AWANA Commander. He married many of our friends. He buried many of our family and friends. He counseled many of our friends. He served on the local schoolboard and still took a great interest in a Christian School that we (and many of our friends) formed yet didn't take over the leadership position; but, rather provided space when we needed it and often spoke to our students.

He rejoiced when another soul professed Christ as their Savior. He sat with the families of the bereaved and the grieving and reminded them of a private conversation he had had with their family member and told them of that event. He always found just the right words to uplift people in the midst of troubled time; and prayed diligently for them. Gary's final message to us was recorded two days before his death.

"To the greatest church that God ever gave a preacher, Third Street Baptist Church:

There is no church in history that I know of, that would do what this church has done for me. And, I don't deserve it, but, I'm glad they're doing it. I know that Job Chapter five says that God will preserve our every way. If it's fiery darts of the battlefield or going out like this, to suffocate one breath at a time, that's irrelevant. How you go is not important, it's where you go. You don't have to be a Methodist, or a Baptist, or Presbyterian, or any other group to get to heaven. God showed you, you don't have to have the right color, you don't have to have the right amount of money, you just have to love Him.

And, I love you. And, God bless you. And stick to the Word of God. Don't fight. Don't air your dirty laundry. Don't fight. There's a better way."


Gary IS a Happy Ending. He's in Heaven with Our Lord- and that's as happy as it gets. No need to look for the rose colored glasses.

Praise God!

Gadzooks! a PINK cat??!!

When Philip and Joan Worth's cat Brumas went out for a walk last Friday near his Devon, England, home, he was the same shade of white he'd always been.

When he came back later that day, the 9-year-old male was a delicate shade of pink.

"He was pink — Barbie pink," Joan Worth told the BBC. "His head, ears and right down his body, although not underneath, had gone a quite brilliant pink."

The next day, Brumas was taken to the vet, who found nothing wrong with him and also said the color was nothing toxic.

"We have thought about everything as to how this happened, from him being covered in some form of cow treatment to children's poster paints," said Philip Worth.

It doesn't seem to be paint, as Brumas' fur isn't matted. None of the Worths' five other cats have been affected.

"He seems fine, he's eating well," observed Joan Worth, "and the other cats aren't terribly bothered."

--from the FoxNews.com site.

Now, this leads to some interesting speculation. WHAT could that cat have gotten himself into? a Pepto-Bismol factory? a cotton candy mixer? I know-- he musta met up with some Mary Kay consultants! or... perhaps he's decided to take a pro-active stand in the fight against breast cancer? That's a pretty noble effort- for a cat. I'm glad he chose that color.

But, honestly! How DID he become that color?? especially if it's not paint? chalk? inks? Send your ideas to me-- address them to the Pink Panther....

So much to ponder.

Just say NO! No, no, New Orleans....

Walking to New Orleans...
lyrics by: Bobby Charles; inspired by and sung by: Fats Domino

This time I'm walking to New Orleans
I'm walking to New Orleans
I'm walking to New Orleans
I'm gonna need two pairs of shes
when I get through walking me blues
when I get back to New Orleans
I've got my suitcase in my hand
now ain't that a shame.
I'm leaving here today
yes
I'm going back home to stay.
Yes
I'm walking to New Orleans
You used to be my honey
till you spent all my money.
No use for you to cry
I see you buy and buy
'cause I`m walking to New Orleans
I've got no time for talking.
I've got to keep on walking.
New Orleans is my home
that's the reason while I'm gone
yes
I`m walking to New Orleans
I'm walking to New Orleans
I'm walking to New Orleans


Today in the news- it was reported that Antonio "Fats" Domino had been both rescued and evacuated following the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and the total destruction of New Orleans from the subsequent levy breaks that flooded the "bowl" as predicted by so many doomsayers. I often think of this gifted man as I catch myself humming this little ditty... it will remain poignant even more so now as the great Crescent City will never be the same. And- now- I read these words and reflect on how many of those poor refugees left town (finally) with no shoes and only the shirts on their backs.

I hope that both Fats and the people of New Orleans will be able to look back and also look forward and sing this song proudly. They may also want to sing another of his famous songs: "Blueberry Hill" a catchy tune and clever lyrics that is actually a little town not far from New Orleans. I'm not sure how it fared in the tragedy. It's also coincidental to note that Fats recorded: "Blue Monday" and "Let the Four Winds Blow"... more appropriate words haven't been written in regards to this tragedy.

Regardless-- it's easier to sleep now (almost five days after the beginning of the end) knowing that one of New Orleans' great sons is alive and well.

I hope you are loved this much...

This morning my dear husband had a profound memory. The kind that comes from within the depths of childhood recollections so deep that when experienced- it caught him by surprise and brought a catch to his breath.

His mother was deeply, deeply loved. She was brought up by her mother and surrounded by a bevy of doting paternal aunts while her father was away during the War. Byron knew most of these aunts and was cherished by these same women. The memory is of one of the aunts, Choxie- and the revelation to Byron of true and unconditional love through a mostly benign incident.

One day while he was out mowing in her yard, he got some debris in his eye. During the course of cleaning his eye- Aunt Choxie was peering into his eyes and commented to him that "your eyes are the same as your mama's." But, what Byron saw was deeper and into her very soul- and he knew then and there how much she loved his mother.

What prompted all this was a casual conversation of a movie we saw recently that had a character that was remarkably like Aunt Choxie in her mannerisms. And, though this woman was a little rough around the edges- she had a heart and love more valuable than gold.

I hope that you are loved (and that you love) to this degree. So much so that when someone remembers you years later- they remember the depth of that emotion.

Fly me to the moon.....

What a bunch of air-heads!!

or...

Out of this world investments!

or....

What to get for the person that has everything!!

A homestead on the moon!?? Well, sure-- why not! Sign me up, Scotty! I want a piece of the action... a little sliver of green cheese on my face... since I'm married and I share everything with dear ole' hubby- then, I guess he'll be my man in the moon! Whatya bet Jackie Gleason bought some and sent Alice to the moon?? And, I'm sure Frank Sinatra invested-- especially since he was always getting flown up there! I'll have good neighbors anyway!

To get yours before the land run is all gobbled up, visit:

http://www.planetaryinvestments.com/

See ya there!

Had enough??

Mimi used to say... "We just sit here and watch all the violence on the 24 hour news channel and when we've had enough we change over to the Animal Channel and watch little critters eat one another."

Boy. Ain't that the truth. An online friend wrote recently of their two pet hamsters (a father and son no less) that were brought home and the son preceeded to mature and canibalize his father. Well. It happens. Call it too much testostrone. Or- survival of the fittest. If you've got more than one male in the environment (contrived or natural)- then, there's gonna be a fuss. That's just the way of it.

Consider this. Even TURTLES are territorial.

With that having been said- it's been a "relatively" smooth last couple of weeks with both of the males in my household being "home" at the same time. PTL. No mountain goats displaying major head-butting sessions; no King o' the Mountain bravado and posturing and no major theatrics.

Just lots of smoking and hot air. And- I mean that LITERALLY not figuratively! The double-barrelled Big Baby (and his master) have smoked at least four briskets, as many racks of ribs, too many chickens to count and one fabulous pork loin. Yum. It's also been the hottest this week- I wouldn't care to have to sit and mind the fire; but, some peeps don't seem to mind it! And, we've eaten well around here. I was even persuaded to make some of Aunt Ruth's famous bbq sauce; I stayed in the a/c with a fan on me, mind you! My personal opinion is that the Man should buy the local Bar-B-Q joint and cook to his heart's content; and/or set up a metal fabrication shop and build the smokers to sell. But- that's just my "dreaming" as it's called around here.

I can only hope that what we've experienced is not like the middle-Eastern peace (traumatic, unsteady and most assuredly gonna fail) as it looks as if the Son will be living here awhile longer yet.

So... it's my turn for some time off. I've scheduled two crop weekends in September and November and a Keyton girls' weekend event with the sisters and the new lil' sil2b in Dallas. Oh, boy! Serious girl time!

C'est la vie!

ahhh...David

I thought this photo was appropriate for today. It is so very VERY hot. A person could wilt just sitting next to the windows.

Stay cool.

It's Not Easy Being Green....

It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.

It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ord'nary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.

But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.

From "The Sesame Street Book and Record". 'Green' is (c)1970 Jonico Music, Inc.

I love these lyrics... they seem to apply to someone special I know. *wink* here's looking at you!

DEEP THOUGHTS

Save the whales. Collect the whole set.

A day without sunshine is like... night.

And on the other hand, you have different fingers.

99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.

Honk if you love peace and quiet.

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.

How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand...

OK, so what's the speed of dark?

How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?

If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.

When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.

Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened.

Worst Writers Welcome... gives a whole new meaning to WWW

ahhh... you always wondered didn't you?

Well- the truth is this. Worst Writers Welcome!

My newest favorite site is http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/

Visit it for hilarity and some fine writing faux-pas... it's the worst fiction contest for panjandrums. Yes! That's a really obscure word for "holier than thou high muckety mucks!" or pretentious wordsmiths (just the way I like it!)

You may be acquainted with this beginning line "It was a dark and stormy night..." ? The fine author of this prose is none other than Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830). I have always loved to parody this line (as many others have and will continue to do so). Now, there is a contest for the worst writing! And, I missed it! Darn. Gives me a whole year at least to work on some really bad prose, huh??

so- with that tongue in cheek attitude and a goal to attain; I must go to work. And, you dear readers will have to endure it! In the meantime- feel free to peruse the above mentioned site and perhaps write some of your own!

Ta-ta for now... I'm off to journal and weave some awful adjectives and nouns!

The Story Behind the Ingalls Dolls

This is from the Dedication Page of the Ingalls' Album...

When Robin was a 5th grader at Little Cypress Elementary school she was given an English assignment by Mrs Fuller; a book report and a creative project to illustrate the characters. Robin chose the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and made the doll family. She hated the project and wasn’t really thrilled with the dolls.

Fast forward twenty-eight years. Robin grew up and had two boys. The dolls were left in our parent’s attic & survived several moves... Pa Ingalls is eventually discovered by our little sister, Nancy, as they made yet another move- this time to Arkansas. However, Ma (Caroline), Mary and Laura are not packed with Pa and it is a mystery as to where they might be. Pa was admired by the family and since it was near Christmas; and pranks are always a part of our traditions- a plot was hatched. Robin’s Christmas gift was to be a gift certificate for some leopard print bedding (our father had actually shopped all over Little Rock for these items and had not been successful!) Sister, Sally, decorated a Velveeta box (with some papers that looked like our childhood bedroom curtains and leopard prints) to resemble a miniature bed; and upon displaying it- it was found to be just the right scale for Pa! So, he was tucked into the package with the bed and the gift certificate. Come Christmas Day- Robin opened her package and was most pleased with the gift and rather surprised to be reunited with Pa. There was quite a bit of laughter of her memories of the sad little art project and her eventual distaste of the 70’s era bed-linens!

But, Nancy would not let the issue of the missing Ingalls women die. Every time she visited home she would rummage through more boxes and crates in her search. Finally-- in July they were found!! But, where was Pa? Well- of course- he’d gone back to Texas with Robin! After considerable giggling- a plan was concocted to surprise Robin with yet another truly wonderful “gift” for Christmas. And, wouldn’t it be funny if we were to take the “girls” to various favorite childhood places and take pictures of them? After a drive up to the Dwiggins Peach Orchards in Amity- the plot had thickened and included a hilarious story of just why the girls were traveling. Mae and Mother helped to embellish the story and thus the journeys began!

Nancy had a diving trip planned to Cozumel and she would whisk them off to the Mexican Caribbean and snap some more pics. In the style of “Flat Stanley” or “The Traveling Gnome”. The real fun had begun! Nancy and I thought of several scrapbook friends and acquaintances that would be willing to “host” the girls, take a few pictures and send them on their journeys.

We emailed pictures and snail-mailed the dolls back and forth across the nation to our buddies, then Nancy’s office manager decided to visit her family in England and agreed to take the girls on their second big overseas adventure! In the meantime- we collaborated on the scrapbook for Robin. The logistics on this weren’t the easiest- I made the “base” pages and penned some of the “diary” narration. Through email and parcel shipments - we completed the biggest part of the album. Nancy laid-out the pages and edited the narration. At one point- Robin came home for a visit and I invited her to scrapbook with me- well- she wasn’t thrilled! But- she agreed to help cut out dies with the Sizzix machine- thus, even Robin’s handiwork was included in the album.

As Christmas neared- I called Robin’s husband, Stephen, and though he had been blissfully “out of the loop” as far as all the shenanigans- he quickly agreed to be an accomplice in the great scheme. He and Robin’s son, Christopher, snatched Pa off of Robin’s bedroom dresser, packed him up and mailed him to us without her knowledge. Now, almost the whole family was in on the joke! Pa arrived in Arkadelphia and was reunited with his wife and girls and was set in a place of honor next to the Christmas tree.

Our father could not stand to be left out of the action and in typical Keyton merriment, would email us pictures that he had concocted of the Ingalls family (see his journaling on the previous blog entry). They were seated at the breakfast table; in front of the crèche and were the source of a lot of laughter as we anticipated the holiday visit. One night as the family slept- a great ruckus occurred. It seems that the cats, Mama Jenny and Purrscilla-Priscilla, had taken a fancy to the dolls as they were sitting in one of the chairs they pre"furred" to sleep in. The next morning the Ingalls family were all strewn about and Ma Ingalls had been dragged off down the hallway- attacked by a wild panther-ack!! Just to show you that truth can be stranger than fiction!

Robin’s Ingalls dolls were destined for lots of adventures and travels! We had a wonderful time “mock-umenting” a few of these escapades and hope that Robin and her family continue to have many more delightful journeys.

Best Wishes, Sister-- and Many Happy Days! We love you--and don’t forget... we GOTCHA one more time!!

The Ingalls Album is now online.... and here's the Diary Journaling!

Well-- it is finally finished! I know you have been waiting patiently!! At least it didn't take as long as a Harry Potter release!... and now, without further ado...I present-

The Ingalls Family Album...

otherwise known as: "Laura's Travels"... from Little Houses to the World Tour
or...
"The Ingalls Girls Search for Pa"...

Thanks to: Nancy & Derral; Caroline; Simone; Mary, Cameron and Cole; Doralisa and Phil; Stephen & Christopher; Richard, Cindy & Mae; and many others!!

See the album here:
http://www.angelfire.com/art2/arkyangel/Ingalls/

Read the journaling here:

July 21, 2004
Dear Diary,
We began our search for Pa near where we last saw him. We know he likes peaches so we went to Amity. The peaches were great, and these nice women, Cindy, Sally and Nancy offered us a Coke (and a smile) and the matriarch of the family, a very sweet lady named Mae, even made us a peach cobbler. They were quite entertaining, and would start fits of giggling for no real reason. Reminds me a lot of the happy times spent listening to Ma and the aunts. They told us that they had seen Pa, and all they knew was that he was headed for Texas. So we leave again in the morning. Ma found us a nice little red convertible car- it's got plenty of horse power- I'm sure Pa would appreciate that!

August 8, 2004
Dear Diary-
We’ve arrived at a “Little Town on the Prairie”, Abilene, Texas. No hot leads for Pa yet, but we’ve stumbled on to quite a few adventures. We got stuck in a cactus patch, which I was not too happy about. Ma and Mary didn’t seem to mind so much, they pretty much smile about every pickle they get into. We did get a horse ride, stopped at Senior Day at the Fair and Rodeo, met a nice man named Derral; flirted with a cowboy or two and ate some good BBQ and a deep fried Snickers bar. At least these West Texas folks know how to eat. The scenery around here reminds me somewhat of being “By the Shores of Silver Lake” what with all the railroads and all. Wish Pa could have been with us- he would like West Texas.

August 23, 2004
Dear Diary-
We headed to south Texas to look for Pa, and somehow ended up in the Mexican Caribbean- that’s Ma’s navigation for you. But while we’re here we searched high and low for Pa anyway- he could have made the same mistake traveling. We didn’t find him floating in the sea, but we did find one nice conch shell for a souvenir. You can even hear the ocean when you hold it up to your ear! I have to say that I could get used to this beach resort life. Maybe once we find Pa, he will come back and enjoy this on vacation- buenos noches.

September 1, 2004
Dear Diary-
We were headed back for Texas, but veered off course again. Ma and Mary should let me read the map. I told them to take a right at Albuquerque, but they didn’t listen. So, we ended up in Santa Fe, New Mexico. While there, we visited the Indian market at the Governor’s Palace and found some incredible deals on turquoise jewelry. You know Mae- she just goes bananas over the stuff- kinda reminded me of the excitement of our Saturday market days.

We ended up spending the night at the Baca B&B- a lovely home at the base of the Sandia Mountains in New Mexico. Our hostess, Carolyn, her husband Fernando and children, Gabriel and Daniella, served us melt-in-your-mouth enchiladas with green chilies and we all enjoyed margaritas by the pool. You can literally see forever up here- Pa is missing a great view. Looking west, it’s almost like the view from our “Little House on the Prairie”.

September 27, 2004
Dear Diary-
Well we’ve not made it back to Texas yet. Ma and Mary had a hunch that Pa may have tried to go back north to the Great Plains. So we set out and ended up back in familiar country-Wisconsin- that’s a super long drive! We are staying in the Hauser House; a boarding house run by a nice scrapbooking lady and her family. Mr and Mrs Dave (Mary) are very nice hosts. Fortunately, we’ were well fed as this is cheese and bratwurst country- there are 3 cheese companies in Sheboyhan County- Borden, Sargento and Sartori, as well as Johnsonville Sausage. We met Elsie''s cousin and then the Hauser boys, Cameron and Cole, took us to the lighthouse on Lake Michigan to look for Pa to get a better look. It’s lovely here, a little nippy- but, not as cold as "The Long Winter" and still no sign of Pa. Next, we’re going to head west to find him.

"How easy and delightful life might be if...when we had attained the position we wished, we might rest on our oars and watch the ripples on the stream of life."
--Laura Ingalls Wilder

October 10, 2004
Dear Diary,
Well we were headed out west, but with all the hassles at the airport, somehow we found ourselves in merry old England. The big expanse of water we flew over was so much bigger than a view from "On the Banks of Plum Creek"- at first I thot it was a river- then realized it was just a big pond. A very nice British expatriate named Simone is serving as our travel guide. So we’'re staying for a few days to enjoy the countryside here and the palace gaurds look like so many little toy soldiers! Stonehenge is nearby to the village we’re staying in. We’ll check it out before going stateside again. Pa used to call me "Half-Pint" when I was younger-- over here all the pints in the pubs are full-pints and kept at room temperature.

November 8, 2004
After another flight delay- Ma got us some extra frequent flyer miles and we are finally back in the U.S.... and, on the west coast! We’'ve arrived in Portland Oregon, and Pa'’s not here either. Another scrapbooking lady- Doralisa Palomares, has generously offered to look for him. We'’ve searched the market, and boy do they have some funky looking cows here- not at all like in Texas or Wisconsin. I don’t think I’ll try the BBQ or the cheese here, but you know Ma and Mary are still saying that I need to lighten up. We even checked the Oregon Vietnam Veterans Living Monument - Pa feels really strongly about patriotism. Doralisa and her friend, Phil, drove us down to Stockton CA and back just to make sure that he Pa hadn't gone searching for gold in them thar hills. We drove behind the snowplows right thru the Pass and saw Mount Shasta. The camera began to have some "issues" so all our lovely pictures are like Mae's fond memories of the day at the World Fair-- well framed and probably the best she ever took... only to discover that there was no film in the camera. :(


Dec 10- We are headed back home to Arkansas, just hoping and praying that maybe Pa will be home by Christmas. My fondest dream is to find him playing some of our favorite tunes on his fiddle. Ma thinks I need to compile all my journal notes from my Big Chief pads into books and tell the story of "These Happy Golden Years". I may just have to do that- life hasn't all ways been a bed of roses--, it's like I've always said...

"...but, at long last, I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all...I believe we would be happier to go back to simpler living and more direct thinking. It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile, the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty, work and rest and living close to nature. There are no hothouse blossoms that can compare in beauty and fragrance with my bouquet of wild flowers."
--Laura Ingalls Wilder; from "A Little House Sampler"

December 23, 2004
To Whom It May Concern:
From: Keyton’s Bar & Lodge, Mr Keyton- Proprieter

Now, the rest of the story:

The Ingalls family had gone to pay their taxes and had reserved a room in the Inn. When they arrived, the hotelier announced: "The Inn is over booked and all we have left is small cave out back." Now that they had gotten a raw deal on the hotel reservation and were in the outback, they just went ahead a cooked supper. This was the first OUTBACK Restaurant.

Now as why they are there by themselves, it is very simple. Mary and Joseph don't arrive for another two days.

Now that they have a couple of days to sightsee - they are talking about going to Hot Springs to take the baths. While there, they want to walk on Central and have a picture made in front of the National Park sign. They are planning to eat at Stubbies. No pork, you understand!

Some people are like Slinkys...

Some people are like Slinys...
Not really good for anything,
but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.

That is a direct quote from my sister. I only hope she didn't have me in mind when she said it!

In other news... we've had a little rain. Yeah. Even a little tiny bit of a shower is that much less I have to water the flowers.

In more other news... large parts of our family have had vactions. Which means they took pictures. Which means that they'd like them arranged in some sort of pictorial review. Which means I need to get with it and scrapbook. I may just have to play around with some lovely inks and stamps and make a few cards, too. Just cuz.

And... while I'm creating-- I'll watch a few movies. Up next on the dvd-reader... "The Terminal".. sounds kinda like a grand finish doesn't it? Well- it's just ole Tom Hanks up to his usual tricks in a great role that for a long part of the film has the same isolated feel as "Castaway". Kinda weird. To be in a large public facility and be so alone? I think that's a good commentary on a lot of American society.

Anyway- I can watch just about anything he's in. Traa-laa-la.

Off to stamp!

I'm a Mommy again!

Well-- no... not a new baby! But- my OLD baby came back... home that is!



My OLD baby is almost 19 years old and has finished his first year of college! And, now, has come home! Woohoo! I'm a mommy again! We've celebrated by catching up on all the news from campus, home and watched some CSI. We're going to go and watch "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" as soon as he's rested up!

Oh, delight! Oh, joy! I guess I can now look forward to KP duty! Hmm.... I wonder if I can remember how? or WHAT to cook?

Peace-out.