Didn’t we vote to stay on one time???

A Sneak Preview of my New Business Cards

Weather in the Tries:
I do believe Spring is riding her pogo stick to get here. We have a few nights on the agenda to get below freezing, but not seriously. And our days will all be high 40s and 50s. With cold winds.

A Sneak Preview of my New Business Cards:
But first a follow-up on the quilt sandwich. It is quilted and the edging is almost finished. And I have approval on the fabric for the 100-inch long by 10-inch width quilt which is next up. No, they don’t have a pet snake that likes to stretch out to sleep, they have a cat who likes to sit on the top of the wood headboard of their bed and look outside, and they don’t want the headboard scratched. Then up will be a set of 4 placemats and my Winter Gifts will be finished! And I can get back to the mountains for my friend. That’s going to be fun to work on. I’ve got a start. It will be easy, once all the pieces are sewn and the picture decided on.

Friend Micki saw my quilt, Stars Falling on New Mexico Mountains, and wanted one like it only different, she wants Mt. Shasta and her three sister mountains. I can hardly wait to get to it. I will try to remember to take pix during the process in case you ever want to try it 😉

Stars Falling on New Mexico Mountains, about 53″ x 19″

I don’t think I told you about going to a networking evening with people who work with Seniors (as in old farts and fartesses, not high schoolers). In talking with some of them, I realized I really do need to get busy, so I have ordered a set of business cards from Vista Print they should be here Wednesday. I found some on a foil background and can hardly wait to get the cards and my new alias email set up. I had it, then wanted to edit, and hit delete instead of edit and now I have to wait until Wednesday to set it up. Stupid computer, I’m allowed three alias emails, it counts the ones set up, not the ones deleted. Really looking forward to our March meeting.

Please don’t try the email in the card until at least Thursday.

I volunteered with End of Life Washington, and hope to begin training soon. Also, I volunteered with Heartlinks Hospiceto be an Eleventh-Hour volunteer, who will be called when a client is “actively” dying, to go and sit with him until life ceases. I will begin training with them soon. I think the phrase, “actively dying,” is beyond a little odd, but extremely accurate. The first time I heard the phrase was when the hospice nurse came to check onmy Favorite Uncle (also my only uncle) and she used that term. His body was shutting down, including his thermostat.

He reached his left hand across his body and picked something out of a nonexistent bowl and moved it to his left side and dropped it in another nonexistent bowl. Eventually he stopped doing that, and slept a bit. I sat with him for 30 some hours, and kept a diary of what he did. Turned it into my poem, Marking the Hours. Which is the title poem of my book, Marking the Hours. Sometimes he was lucid, mostly mumbling. I wish I knew then what I know now.

Found a fun piece of music on YouTube, Hunnu Guren – Batzorig Vaanchig & Auli. It’s throat singing from Mongolia and Bagpipe and Drum music from Latvia. Not the HU, but fun, and gorgeous scenery. Right now as I write this, I am listening to Hauser play his cello. From The HU to Hauser. Do I have eclectic taste in music or what?

from the desk of the big chihuahua:
my human is going to go away today. i just know it. she’s talking about pizza and beer and bookgroup. if i could reach the lock on either door, i’d go outside on my own, but i have to wait for her and then walk in a harness. she won’t let me run free, says something about me being owl bait, and she says she doesn’t want an owl. she wants me. i’m not afraid of no stinkin’ owl. but, why take chances/ that’s supposed to be a question mark but i don’t know how to get it, after all, i’m just a dog.

Quote of the Week:

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations from Filling the Jars

me again, the short legged kid. this is what we get outside right now. don’t know this dickens guy, but he nailed it. oh, a funny happened to my human yesterday. a zombie leaf attacked her face. now she knows how it feels. but she wasn’t scared, just called it a star farker and kept on our walk. is star farker a nice word/ she says it a lot, so it must be.

Yes, your coffee break is late today:

An odd week, this:

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Weather in the Tries:
IF, and that is both an operative word and a very large word, but IF my phone is correct, it will not get down to 32 this coming week. The lowest will be 33 all the way up to 36, and the days will mostly be in the 50s. With three days of sunshine on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday!!!

Maybe next year I’ll auction my shadow off—if I get more money to see my shadow and have 6 more weeks for the skiers to ski, or if the most money comes from the summer people… And all money will go to charity. What do you think? Should I auction my shadow off to the highest bidders???

An odd week, this:
This past week has been a bit odd. I got a couple more books read and have about decided that Lois McMaster Bujold gets one more chance to worm her way back into my Kindle. What? You may be wondering did this fantastically marvelous SF/F writer do to upset me? Well, grab a cuppa, Bunky, ‘cause I’ll tell you.

Housemate Dan got me hooked on her Vorkosigan Series. There are 16 books in the series. The first two I read got me into the characters, who darn well should have been in the next few books, if not all. Well, in Book 2, she killed one of my favorite, okay, my favorite, supporting character. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that when you get stuck you kill off your darlings. Well, dammit, he was MY darling, and I’m not telling you who it was. Then, in Book 4, which I finished yesterday, NOT EVEN A MENTION of the series people. Not even a wee mention in passing of anyone in the series. Okay, I admit, book 4 was okay, but it was a real let down, because I expected someone to show up and recruit the kids.

All the books are stand alone, so I will try #5 and see what happens.

Photos of the Week:
I was lying down with the Brave Dog the other day—something he demands at least once a day—and while I was reading, he was under the blanket until he got too warm then he squirmed until he was playing people in the bed. And, no, his nose isn’t sore, it’s the way his tongue cleans it, and the light in the room.

We also had snow the other day. Not much, but enough that the Brave Dog, the Big Chihuahua, said, “Walk? In that stuff? Not just no, but uh-uh, not me no!” Sometimes he really hates it when his people is bigger than he is, and had other ideas.

from the desk of the big chihuahua:
my human says there should be no snow this next week, and we are scheduled to have three days of sunshine. that does, of course, mean there is nothing wrong with her phone weather forecast. sunshine! oh, this desert dog is soooo happy.

Sunny Day Quotes:
“Even on a cloudy day, the sun is shining somewhere.” –@WillingToTakeActions

my human says if it’s cloudy you only have to go up thirty-five thousand feet. all you need is a big extension ladder. I don’t know how many feet that is, i’ve got four and she has two, and i’ve never seen an extension ladder, don’t know what it is.

Death Cafe and Other Notes

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Weather in the Tries:
Well, the high’s will be between low 50s and 40s ranging from 41 to 53 in no particular order. The lows will be from 30 to 38 in no particular order. I do truly wish that butterfly in Beijing would face the other way when he waggles his wings. I’m ready for some warm. I think my wee beast is, too.

Death Café and Other Notes:

As you probably remember, I usually write this blog during the weekend and schedule it Sunday night for publication early Monday. I’ve mentioned the Discussion Cafes before, as I attend the Reflection Café twice during the month and beginning this morning, I’ll attend the Death Café. As my new friend and fellow Death Doula writes: “About this Death Café: This is not a grief therapy group. It is a friendly and interesting group of people discussing death, dying, and end of life concerns. Bring an open mind, an open heart, and your curiosity.” Now you know as much as I do, but I’ll learn more this morning (Sunday) and will share tomorrow morning.

Am back from the Death Café. Very interesting. A lot of people, of which I am old enough to be the grandparent of most of them. We sat at tables shoved together, and talked as a group, then because we were so many, eventually started talking in smaller groups. Someone brought a deck of Morbid Curiosity Cards. Some cards have trivia on them, some ask questions. One of the questions asked something like, if you were at a funeral and someone flirted with you, would you flirt back? I said, “Yes. After all, I’m not dead.” Then I thought a minute and amended it to, “Yes, as long as it wasn’t the funeral of my spouse or partner.” I’m not sure what caught the people more by surprise, that I said I would, or my age. The deck reminded me a lot of Cards Against Humanity. One of the few card games I enjoy playing. Alas, I’ve been all over the wonderful world web, and can’t find the deck of Morbid Curiosity cards.

I found it. I was searching for Morbid Curiosity, finally added ‘game’ and voila! If you’re interested, go here. And, like Cards Against Humanity, Morbid Curiosity has younger siblings to expand the game ~ Memento Mori and Postmortem. I can see where these cards could come in handy for people who aren’t sure what to ask, when to ask, how to ask. Great conversation starters.

Spring is definitely on its way. The days are warmer, the nights, while still cool, aren’t as cold. And I’m beginning to wake earlier. Which I think is funny, because my room has blackout curtains, and I don’t get light through them, but I am waking earlier than I was in Nov, Dec, and Jan. I’m sure it has something to do with hibernating. Yes?

If you missed my poetry reading on the 6^th, this link will take you to it. I’m about 30 minutes in for about 15 minutes.

Photo of the Week:
This is a true wee quilt. I think it measures about 8×9 inches. The background fabric is multicolored, and then I cut some scraps up and ‘sprinkled’ them to resemble a photo I took a couple years ago at my adopted Li’l Brothers’ home. The red was a red rhododendron seen between two trees. The sun shone on it, and it was bright red. The trees kept a lot of things in shadow, but the rhodie was gorgeous. The sprinkles were covered with black netting, and stitched about every eighth to quarter inch.

from the desk of the brave dog:
it’s still cold out, no matter what my human says. but not as cold as it was. and the sun is once again shining in our sky. can you see me do my happy dance? now, if the rain will stay away, or only come at night. i think if the rain came while i’m snuggly with my human at night, and was gone when we get up, that would be fine. now that i have access to a computer, maybe i can figure out who to write with that suggestion. my human says we need rain, but not during the day, just at night.

Rainy Quotes:

“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness
has never danced in the rain.” ~ unknown

“nobody in their right mind would be in the rain
let alone dance in it.” ~ sammy brave dog

Yes, I Didn’t See My Shadow

Love in the Dungeon, encore

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Weather in the Tries:
Yaaaayyy!!! the days of the coming week will be high 40s and low 50s! WaaHoo! And the nights above freezing. Oh, be still my heart. Well, it can’t be all goodness, I suppose. We do have 3 days with rain on the agenda. Some desert this is turning out to be! I don’t mind the rain all that much, but my short legged friend doesn’t like it at all.

Love in the Dungeon, encore:
It must be the coming of Valentine’s Day, but I’ve been thinking of my days at Couch School in Portland, Oregon. Probably because I recently listened to a book, Lucky Supreme, that takes place in Portland, and the narrator pronounced Couch Street as Cowch Street. Uh, no. It really is Cooch Street. Anyhow, here is an encore read for you. Please enjoy it all over again for the first time.

Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard

Love in the Dungeon

–by Lenora Rain-Lee Good

In 1951 I was about to enter third grade when Mother announced we were moving. Again. This time to an apartment in Northwest Portland, Oregon, where I entered Couch School. I learned many things while at Couch, the first being to pronounce it ‘kootch’ not ‘cowtch’ – even though it was spelled like something to sit on–after all, we didn’t sit on the school; we sat in the school.

Couch School, built in 1914, was one of four elementary schools in Portland, Oregon to contain an official school-board-sanctioned dungeon in its basement—with an Olympic sized swimming pool, into which all students were forcedto descend for weekly swimming lessons. Water terrified me. I did not enjoy playing in water deeper than my ankles. The lifeguard, rather than instilling confidence, instilled Terror, with a capital ‘T.’ I remained terrified of both the water and the lifeguard, and refused to learn how to swim. People would walk on the moon before I would learn to swim! Had I been a gambler, you could have made book on that statement!

Summer came, school emptied, and Mother and I moved. Again. This time to a small apartment only two blocks from Couch, so I didn’t have to give up my friends. By summer’s end, every kid I knew looked forward to returning to school, and structure, and learning–even me. But I did not look forward to the swimming lessons.

Too soon, the dreaded day came. Once again, I had to descend the dark brown stairs to the dank and smelly dungeon. Once again, I must face the dreaded lifeguard and her insistence that I learn to swim. Barely holding back tears, I joined my eager classmates, descended the steps to the girl’s locker room, squirmed into my hideous flowered swimsuit, showered, and prepared to face the she-devil in the pool area.

To my delight, a new devil awaited my arrival. There, by the pool, stood Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard. In my young body hormones began to stir, albeit sluggishly. I gazed upon the young Apollo, and fell in love. If Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard had asked, I would have jumped into either end of the pool and walked the full length to emerge at the other end. Fortunately, he didn’t ask.

But he did ask me to learn to swim, and with great patience he taught, and I learned. I assume he taught my classmates, but don’t know that for a fact as I remained blissfully unaware of them. I saw and heard only my beloved, my first love, Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard.

As weeks passed, I discovered he was single. Now, this was a good news-bad news type of situation. Yes, Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard was single, but I was no dummy. I knew I faced years of growth before he would even consider marrying me. But, O Joy! Mother was single. I began to plot. How could I introduce Mother to Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard? Especially since Mother also feared the water.

Then, one day, my dearly beloved announced to the class he would teach a Thursday evening Beginning Swimming class for adults. The solution to my problem. Mother couldn’t swim.

I begged, I wheedled, I whined, and I even shed some tears, until Mother, more fearful of water than I, agreed to take the classes. Harvey Anderson, wise to the teasing ways of his young students, locked the doors so we couldn’t come in and laugh at our floundering parents. Therefore, I missed the long-anticipated meeting of Mother and Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard. How transparent my childish machinations must have been to those adults, as they tolerated my feeble attempts at matchmaking.

Mother did learn to swim, but unlike me, she never enjoyed it. Once I could swim, and knew Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard (I always think of him with full name and title. Yes, even today.) would save me should I need saving, I became a water child they had to run out of the pool at closing time.

To me, Mother had always been young and beautiful. To me, Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard was handsome and old. In reality, there were far more years between them, with Mother by far the eldest, than between Harvey and me. When romance between them failed to bloom, my heart broke. Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard would not be my dad, and he was way too old to be my boyfriend, and way too young to be her husband. I found solace in swimming and in visiting the library for more and ever more books.

Years later, Mother and I had many chuckles over this love lost. Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard moved from Couch, as did Mother and I. Mother re-married, I grew up. Mother grew old and died, and now I am also old, and lie alone in my bed at night surrounded by my beloved books, and wonder if Harvey Anderson, once a Lifeguard and a Heart Throb, ever thinks back to the time one of his students tried to marry him off to her mother and smiles. I hope he smiles.

∞

About this memoir: Harvey Anderson, Lifeguard was originally published in a now defunct blog under the title Days at Couch. I did track down Harvey Anderson to send him a copy only to discover he had died a couple years before I wrote it. Couch School is still in Portland, but is now an office building. I wonder if the pool is maintained and used or if it was filled in and is now used for additional office space? Wouldn’t you like to work in an office building with a bona fide dungeon in the basement? and a pool? I would. Hmmm, I wonder if there are ghosts? or dragons?

Photo of the Week:
Fibonacci Sequence, pattern by Carolina Oneto https://carolinaoneto.com This is easy enough for a beginner, it is 32” square.

From the Paws of the Big Chihuahua:
the ice is melting, and the snow is disappearing. the days are warmer but the wind is still cold. this dog still likes naps, especially when my human snuggles with me. the sun comes out from hiding more often now. my human says winter won’t last much longer. maybe two more months. like what does that mean? how long is a month. and she says this year is a leap year. do I have to leap? how far? when? why? as long as I don’t have to leap into the ducks pond…

Quote of the Week:

“Mathematics is the language of nature.” ~ Fibanocci

(https://csuitemind.com/quotes/mathematics-is-the-language-of-nature )

Fridays with Thurber

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Weather in the Tries:
It looks like our snow is about to go away. It’s still scheduled for today (Sunday) but tomorrow (Monday) has rain on the schedule and 39F. The rest of the week is high 30s and low 40s during the day, o’cast, but so far, no precip on the agenda. The nights will be freezing and higher. Monday morning: the snow is melting, the snow is melting;-)

Fridays with Thurber:
Years ago, when I first started watching MSNBC, one of my favorite commentators was Keith Olbermann. He could even make me enjoy sports news. But what I enjoyed most was the sharing of his visits with his father. On Fridays he would read his father a short story by James Thurber, and on Fridays, he would also read a short story by Thurber as the last item on his broadcast.

Then, Mr. Olbermann left MSNBC and moved on to bigger and better, and the newest better is his podcast, Countdown, where he still reads a Thurber short story on Fridays. The podcast for Jan 19, is his most favorite of all the Thurber stories, and I think it is now mine—The Macbeth Murder Mysteries. Please give the podcast a listen to. And if you like the podcast, be sure to Like and Subscribe.

More on Ice Dragons:
Well, the Ice Dragons imitated Icarus. I finally couldn’t up with put the constant below freezing draft on me, so covered the cardboard with a plastic bubble envelope, then lots of tape all around all four sides. The drafts stopped. Alas, the escape of the warmer, moister air from inside the apartment also stopped. The morning after adding the new envelopes and tape, I noticed the Ice Dragons had, like Icarus from so many years ago, fallen or slid, to the bottom of the window. By nighttime, they had faded away. Yes, I know. Icarus fell into the sea, but my Ice Dragons did the best they could.

I wrote a poem, Ice Dragons, Dancing, sent it, and last week’s photo off to Quill & Parchment online magazine, and I am so proud to tell you they will both be published in the February 2024 issue. When it’s published, I’ll let y’all know, and send a link.

Photo of the Week:

Ice Dragons imitating Icarus, fallen to bottom of window. By morning the next day, they had fallen to their eternity.

The new, improved, replacement window:
Due to a series of ‘perfect storm’ type delays, the guys came out with the new window on Thursday. It was snowing. They removed the old window, brought the new window down, and the perfect storm continued—it was too small. The guy who came out and measured missed by 3 inches. They removed the new window (it’s still snowing), wrapped the old window in plastic and put it back. They hope to have the new (and improved!) window in one or two weeks. I know this company does good work, because they made the windows for my house addition a long time ago, and they replaced all my windows in my condo. We don’t get much snow in the Tries, and I think it’s affecting everyone;-) The old window is still broken, and the plastic isn’t quite as good as a double paned window. But it does close the hole.

everyone is entitled to my own opinion by Jeff Tiedrich:

I have been introduced to a new Substack, everyone is entitled to my own opinion. This is one of two I actually pay to read, the other is Sherman Alexie’s.

This column, a pastor was arrested for saving homeless people from freezing. what the [fark] have we becomesays I can share it, so it’s hot linked. The language is adult, but so are you. Most of the time. There are some excellent comments, should you be interested. Every so often, someone will ask me why I left Christianity and became an Atheist/Secular Humanist/Buddhist. This article does a fair job of explaining why I now consider myself a Recovering Christian.

And now a word on Fani:
OMG, the OP and his cult members/followers are going after Fani Willis because she may have had an affair, may still be having an affair, with a member of her team whom she has known and been friends with for several years. Yeah? Really? This latest tangle of yarn by a CONVICTED RAPIST and his followers/members??? Ms Willis is an adult. Her friend is an adult. IF they had or have an affair it’s no one’s business besides themselves. I’ve said for years there are only two conditions for sex—consenting adults! Something the OP should learn. Except he’s too old to learn anything he doesn’t think of himself.

From the Paws of the Frozen Chihuahua:
hello again. so glad you stopped by. please, will you cover me. i’m not really frozen, unless one of my humans make me go outside. then my mostly fat-free body starts to shiver and shake. my main human says i remind her of jerry lee lewis, then she laughs. i don’t know who he is, but heres his shakin’ song.

Quote of the Week:
“My momma always said, ‘You and Elvis are pretty good, but y’all ain’t no Chuck Berry.” ~ Jerry Lee Lewis

Public Service Announcement:
Don’t forget my 15 minutes of fame is fast approaching, on 6 Feb at about 8pm PST.

A Thunder of Dragons

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Weather in the Tries:

It’s farking cold! Indeed, it is. As I write this (Sunday) The hound and I arose from our warm bed to 7F outside. Believe me, he didn’t spend any more time outside than necessary! Mostly, it won’t be above freezing until Saturday next, when it is scheduled to get to 33. And that’s during the day. Nights are, of course, colder. My First Sister of Choice lives in Spokane. It’s even colder there. Fortunately, she has cats who are loving and help keep both her and First Brother-in-Law of Choice, warm. I hope they still have heat!!

A Thunder of Dragons:
Yes, one of the names a group of dragons is called, is a Thunder. Also, a Horde, a Flight, a Clan, or anything else you want to call them.

I have mentioned a time or two before, that when something goes wrong, we just call the office, and they send over the maintenance guru. So, when Housemate Dan accidentally broke the window in our office, the inside glass of a double paned window, the office had a window guy out here toot sweet. Then the office called last Wednesday to say the window man would install our new window any time after noon that day. Today is Sunday. The window has not yet been fixed. Oh, well….

What has me concerned are the Ice Dragons. A few came yesterday, but last night a whole Thunder arrived, all trying to get through the window, at least through the cracks, if not the cardboard. Poor things, they’re cold. The only problem is, if they succeed in gaining entrance to the apartment, they’ll die in the warmth they seem so hell-bent to reach.

I think I would change Thunder to something better. These little guys are cute, delicate, downright beautiful. They are also stealthy. Hey! That’s it, a Stealth of Ice Dragons. The larger dragons thunder when in a group and beat their wings and ‘purr,’ as they did when smaller dragon larvae. The size differential between a dragon larva and a full-grown adult dragon, makes for a much louder and most frightening purr of dragons who love to fly and chase their meal; Ice Dragons are much too dainty to either thunder as they fly, or purr loud enough for mere mortal ears to hear. They also do not chase their prey, for they have none beyond the clouds of winter.

Photo of the Week:
A Stealth of Ice Dragons on the outside of our office window, trying to sneak through the cracks of the inside window. Enough heat must escape they can feel it.

From the Paws of the Big Chihuahua:
I told my human that enough is enough, and don’t wake me again until it’s warmer. Well, unless it’s for food or a very fast trip outside. She even comes into my room and pulls a blankie over me to help me stay warm on my bed. (She and I are still discussing the bed ~ she says it’s hers, I say it’s mine. It’s mine during the day, and at night, it’s hers, but we really share.)

Quote of the Week:

“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer
when they’re happy.” – Anton Chekhov

…and Life Keeps on Happening

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Public Service Announcement:
…and Life Keeps on Happening: On February 6, 2024, I will be the featured reader at Cobalt Café, an online open mic for poets from anywhere in the world. Cobalt Café is every Tuesday night, 7.30 Pacific Time. If you want to read, you need to sign in at 7.15 Pacific Time. Go here to read more about the Cobalt Poets series and here to sign up to attend, whether or not you want to read. You will receive two emails a week from Rick Lupert, our host. One on Sunday and one on Tuesday, sending you the link. If you have subscribed to the Email list.

Weather in the Tries:
Wellllll… the Great They had promised us single digits this coming week, and maybe snow on the week end. Looks like the Great They had a slight change of heart. The nights are going to be down as low as 10F and starting Friday it won’t get above freezing until next Wednesday. Unless the Great They change their minds. Again. The fun part is, we might get snow on Saturday, and it will stick around for a day or two. Maybe.

…and Life Keeps on Bringing Goodness:
Backstory~ when our fiction critique group started, one of the gals was working on a story about a gal in nursing school. It was a fun story, but she had to depart the group to devote her time to her novel, not our writing. Understand that, I do! Anyhow, a week or so before Christmas, she emailed me and asked if I would like to be a Beta Reader. I said I would, but only after the holidays had come and gone. I think it was on Friday I received her ms. I was delighted to see it was the same story we’d critiqued the first few chapters of, and it was finished!

I figured I’d start it Sunday morning, read a few chapters, then go to a couple of my Sunday meetings, and get it finished by the next weekend. WRONG! Life (and a fascinating read) happened. I read it until time to leave for book group, and when we got back from discussing Devolution by Max Brooks, I got right back into the ms. I set the alarm so I could go to my afternoon poetry group, the alarm went off, I shut it off, and was going to read until the end of the chapter. WRONG! Life (and that pesky marvelous read) happened. A little after 10:00, I finished the ms and send it back to her. Like I told her in the email, I loved all her characters including the few we were meant to love to hate;-) I further told her that if I was 50-60 years younger, and a fictional character (there has been doubt on that off and on through my life) I woulda made a play for one of the characters in the story. 😉

I really hope she gets it published soon, because I think you just might enjoy owning and reading your very own copy.

All of that is to explain why Coffee Break Escapes wasn’t waiting in your mailbox this morning. Because I didn’t get it written yesterday.

Photo of the Week:
I don’t watch TV, I watch Computer, to be specific, I either pop movies into my player, watch them on YouTube or AppleTV, or just watch YouTube. Somehow, I got to watching a short piece by a quilter, who was extolling the virtues of Hardware/Lumber stores in relation to quilting. Housemate Dan and I went to Harbor Freight the other day and I bought two items for my quilting/sewing. One of them is a 6” metal bowl with a strong magnet on the bottom. It sits on my sewing machine base and holds my pins. They had a blue one and a yellow one, and some unpainted and smaller. But I liked the red. Quilter do love, and use, their toys.

The other item I bought was a plastic small-tool organizer. Remember the new sewing machine I bought? It has NO attached storage. My older machine has storage in the top part, and part of the base is storage, and it comes off so one can have a small sewing area, perfect for cuffs on sleeves, etc. New machine has NO storage, so I bought a Small Tool Storage box, plastic, with 24 little cubes inside with removable dividers, in which to store my extra feet. Uh, sewing machine feet.

From the Paws of the Brave Dog:
I’m off to a good start on keeping my resolution. Naps are good. Especially when I can make a nest out of my human’s sweater! There’s some sort of horrible doggie disease going around, and my human took me to the Vet the other day, and I got vaxxed. My human doesn’t want me sick, and if a bit of an upset tummy and extra naps will keep me from getting really, really sick, I’ll take the vax. So, I got extra naps in for a couple of days. And I won’t get that new disease.

Quote of the Week:
“Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they’re yours.” ~ Richard Bach, Illusions

Coffee Break Escapes with Auntie Lenora

Short readings for short times

Didn’t we vote to stay on one time???

A Sneak Preview of my New Business Cards

Yes, your coffee break is late today:

An odd week, this:

Death Cafe and Other Notes

Yes, I Didn’t See My Shadow

Love in the Dungeon, encore

Fridays with Thurber

A Thunder of Dragons

…and Life Keeps on Happening