February 03, 2018

NYT By the Book Quiz


Last week over at The Marmelade Gypsy the author/artist answered the New York Times "By The Book" questionnaire that is used when interviewing authors.  Her answers were marvelous and quite revealing of her personality, like and dislikes. She also challenged her readers to answer the questionnaire.

Though my publishing history is not worthy of a New York Times quiz, more like Senior Times monthly, I'm up for the challenge.  Quizzes like this, in my personal opinion, help us with self-reflection. Have you ever thought you believed something but when you actually verbalize it in a conversation; hear the words for the first time are dismayed or even shocked by them?

I often feel like Erkle! "Did I say that?"

Here goes!

What books are on your nightstand?

Sadly, there are presently no books at my bedside! Almost everything in the bedroom is in boxes in another bedroom. We just finished painting the room, and I am just waxing my bedside chest that I painted a soft baby blue.

When not packed away, the books that are almost always within arms reach are:
Untie The Strong Woman by Clarissa Pinkola Estes.
Anatomy of the Spirit by Caroline Myss
The Power of Intention by Wayne Dyers
My journal by me!
 
I might add that there is usually an issue or two of the magazine "Where Women Create." Looking for inspiration to get my studio functioning more as a studio and less as a storage unit!

What are you reading right now?

Typically I have two or three books going, two non-fiction and a good novel. True confession, reading is my addiction. I would take a good book over a glass of wine or cheesecake every time! That is why I am currently only reading The Road To Character by David Brooks. Interesting delve into our culture's virtues (or lack, thereof) and how values and virtues are nurtured. Good book but easy enough to put down when I know that the first coat of what ever I'm painting is dry enough for next coat, or sanding, or gazing upon proudly!

What was the last great book you read? 

I reread Do You Quantum Think by Dianne Collins. She helps the reader recognize their personal "paths of least resistance," the comfort ruts we dive into when life and change challenge us. It has helped me to give up allegiance to past reactions and responses and open up to the world of infinite possibilities. Sounds woo-woo but, I swear, it isn't. It would be by my bedside but I keep a copy of it within reach in the living room and an extra copy on the bookshelf to give to anyone who will take it. I love, love, love this book. I think I may have already given at least a dozen copies out.

Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng is a show stopper in human drama. You won't be able to put it down, except to maybe reach for another tissue. Not a book to be read if you are already in a winter funk, wait for sunshine.

What do you read for solace? For escape? For sheer pleasure?

Definition of solace: "comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness". 

I often pick up the nearest copy of Do You Quantum Think if I find myself back in the well-trodden ditch of distress! I might pick up Byron Katie's Loving What Is.


For escape or pleasure? Remember my reading addiction is severe! I love the escape from reality of Sarah Addison Allen, Elin Hildebrand, Ruth Ware, Linda Frances Lee, Maria Goodin, Kristen Hannah, John Grishom, Micheal Chricton, Tom Clancy, Tom Robbins.

If I really want to escape for 8 to 10 hours, I grab a Robin Carr book. I guess one would call it Beach Fiction! Best read on a towel, on a beach, under a large brim hat, holding a glass of wine or a cold beer!

Dean Koontz was once a favorite but now I just stick to his Odd Thomas books. My imagination is way too developed to read Koontz or King on a regular basis.


 What are your favorite books on a favorite subject?

My favorite subject? Really? With all the universe has to offer how can one choose a favorite?  Maybe I can narrow it down to a couple. I am intrigued by human psychology, wisdom books, philosophy and metaphysics.  The Gift of Change/Marianne Williamson, The Gift of Imperfection/Brene Brown, Untie The Strong Woman/Women Who Run With Wolves/Clarissa Pinkola Estes, The Magical Approach/Jane Roberts, Behold The Spirit/Alan Watts.

Just because I love to cook (usually without a recipe, just my nose and memory) but when I do find a cookbook that speaks to me, visually stimulates my senses, I fall in love with it. So Rustic Spanish/Williams & Sonoma! Yum!

What are your favorite genres and which don't you particularly like?

Covered most of my favorites. I have to say that I usually avoid Jodi Picoult unless I am in a really good place emotionally. Her books are heavy hitting.

I don't mind Thriller but totally avoid Horror, Science Fiction (really, you would think that by now all extraterrestrial life would know not to invade earth. It's a no win scenario!).  I strongly dislike books about the South (except for Gone With The Wind, which I read every year from age of 10 to maybe 16), Downton Abbey era, or about English Kings and Queens from the 1400's through today.

Jeez, Louise, this questionnaire is long...didn't seem as long reading it as doing it!

What book do you think is overrated or just don't like?


Somewhere Safe With Somebody Good by Jan Karon! Everyone on Goodreads raved about it. I tossed it after 80 or 90 pages. Absolutely nothing happened...ever! Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes; I just don't get it.

How do you like to read? Paper or electronic? Morning or Night? Where do you like to read?

Addict, remember. Paper and electronic! Morning, Noon and Night! Where? Wherever there are words to read!

What's the best book you ever received as a gift?

A boyfriend gave me a copy of Wind in the Willows when I was 16. I cherish it.

My dad gave me Women Who Run With Wolves years ago. Just handed it to me one day and said it reminded him of me! I cherish that one, too.

What kind of reader were you as a child? Which childhood books and authors stick with you most.

Voracious reader! Loved Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys. I read every book that my folks had. Pissed Mom off that I read Aldous Huxley's Brave New World when I was nine! (Hey, it was two days before we could get to the library, and it was winter in Colorado! What's a kid supposed to do?)

Two books stand out. One was Tiger, Tiger. Not Margaux Fargoso's nor is it Rudyard Kipling's follow-up to Jungle Book.  It was a sweet book about a mother tiger and her cubs, their lives and struggle for survival. It was probably written in the 50's, had a green cover. I can't find it anywhere.

The other, No Children, No Pets by Marion Holland was a book that I just really related to and can remember the story, the sketches, the scenes. Good book.


From the age of 7 or 8, there were several books that I read at least once every year; Black Beauty, Little Women, Eight Cousins and Gone With The Wind.

Who would you like to write your life story?


I would like Sarah Addison Allen to write my life story. Her books are brimming with magical, mystical things. Through the ups and downs of life, I've discovered that magic does exist. I see angels and auras, I know things or see things that other's don't. I would prefer that my life story include the numinous and ethereal side of life's journey, not just the physical and emotional.



Ta Da! It's done. If any of you actually read this whole thing, Wow! I don't know that I would have read much beyond the second question. It did crack open a couple of windows for me and now I know why I easily relate to Brene Brown's Gift of Imperfections!

February 02, 2018

Friday's Friendly Fill Ins

McGuffy's Reader and 15andmeowing.com have a fun little hop. Thursday they post the prompts,  allowing for a little time to contemplate and do a little self-examination. Friday you post your 'fill ins".

I like the synchronicity of the sound 'fill ins' and 'feelings'! 

Prompts for this week are:

Trust___________

I would protest_______________

I have had_____________since_____________

Right now___________

Trust a person to show you who they really are. I trust too easily, so I've been told, so, am hurt too easily. For me, once trust is broken, it's not coming back. Forgiveness is easy, but trust is not coming back.

I would protest, and do, abuses of power, abuse of children and animals. Don't get me started!

I have had PTSD since I can remember. I am truly the duck swimming on a lake; calm, tranquil on the surface but under water I am paddling to save my life. But, like all ducks, every now and then, I dip my head underwater and stick my butt up in the air with the thought, "Kiss this!"  (I tried Google Tranlations, looking for English to Duck. No luck!)

Right now I am preparing to head out to TJ Maxx, Tuesday Morning, Ross to try to find a bed skirt to go with my freshly painted bedroom. The colors are so yummy I want to lick the walls!

 Happy Friday, everyone. Have a great weekend.



February 01, 2018

Eulogy For A Stranger


Photo Courtesy https://hiveminer.com

No need for kitchen sink, nor a shower, in her battered Ford,
Treasures forgotten but for one.
She sits surrounded by her worldly possessions, clutching a full syringe.

Though murky windows restrict dominion, she's Queen of all she views.
Asphalt and concrete berms her empire,
Revving engines and slamming doors, the music of her estate.

Tormented by unseen brutes and vile fiends, enslaved by her addiction,
Out on a limb, on thin ice,
The fettered queen assails her throbbing vein with China White. .

Limbs breach. Ice fractures. No measuring when monsters chase.
With Smack it only takes a dram.
Enslavement wrenched away, "I am," Heroin stole the queen's "I was"!

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Isadora at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads issued a challenge to day to find a stranger and make up a eulogy for them in a poem!

Please, know that I am not a poet. Never was, never will be, but this challenge kind of hooked me. First stranger I saw was a woman living in her car at the park.  

Here is my shot at a Eulogy For A Stranger. 

Sleeping -A Great Alternative!

Apparently, Cheeto Von Tweeto was on television this week. Missed it! Alternative was a good book, a glass of wine and cuddle with my pups.

Also, there was a Blue Moon Total Eclipse! Missed it! The universe scheduled the event in a very inconvenient time for me, but not for The Guy.  He also missed Tweeto's televised Mentiras Con Caca show because he was sleeping, preparing to arise at a quarter to WTF o'clock!

I was snug in bed while the guy stood in the cold, dark night clicking away at the moon. He says no howling was involved, but I have my doubts! Why get up in the middle of the night to stare at the moon if you are not going to howl?

The Guy drove to our secret watch-the-moon-rise spot to catch a photo of her coming over the mountains. Seems there was some clouds that delayed visibility but the pic is still a good one.
Photo Copyright Frank Tona


The moon was gorgeous, but, honestly, what full moon isn't? The Guy did get a portrait of her wrapped in a bit of a mist. First glance (and be honest) does the full moon make you giddy and romantic or do you find yourself looking over your shoulders for the werewolf that you are positive is going to be there?

Photo Copyright Frank Tona

Oh, yeah! About the eclipse! (Though I'm still a little puzzled why he chose to stand in the 42 degree temps when his wife is at home in bed and he knows how she gets during a full moon!).

His photos were stellar!

Photo Copyright Frank Tona






Photo Copyright Frank Tona

Photo Copyright Frank Tona


Love his photos and his inspiration to get out there and take them. Frankly, I think it was good for all involved that I wasn't compelled to take my camera and tripod out into the public in the dark!



Blessed Imbolc


"Could be?
Who knows?
There's something due any day
I will know, right away
Soon as it shows
It may come cannonballing down through the sky
Gleam in its eye
Bright as rose
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach
Down the block, on the beach
Under a tree
I got a feeling there's a miracle due
Gonna come true, comin' to me
Could it be, yes it could
Something's comin', something good
If I can wait
Something's comin'
I don't know what it is
But it is gonna be great
With a click, with a shock
Phone'll jingle, door will knock
Open the latch
Something's comin'
Don't know when
But it's soon
Catch the moon
One handed catch
Around the corner
Or whistlin' down the river
Come on, deliver to me
Will it be, yes it will
Maybe just by holding still
It'll be there
Come on, something
Come on in
Don't be shy
Meet a guy
Pull up a chair
The air is humming
And something great is coming
I feel like drumming
And something great is coming
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach..."

Something's coming, something good.

One of my favorite songs from West Side Story written by Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim.

You should see me doing the JET's dance in the grocery store singing this song! Never once asked to leave the store...maybe management is afraid of the crazy lady snapping her fingers and singing off tune!

Blessed Imbolc, my friends.






January 29, 2018

Sparks

What a good idea!
Sparks

Annie of McGuffy's Reader is hosting Sparks, an inspirational and positive thought for the week!

 As she posts, The negative energy in the world has become thick and oppressive. Social media has become a part of the dark, negative storm. There is an obvious universal need for more positive energy. And, we can all be part of this affirmative change."

I agree!

My Spark for the day:



Good Day

Sun was shining. Temps got up to 70+ in the valley. We packed up and hit the road!

First, we headed to a couple of sites towards Whitmore, where there are good views of Mt. Shasta. We could have driven to the Mountain but it is an hour north and haze was moving in fast. As it was, we still missed the contrast of a clear blue sky as a backdrop. 



There was a contrail above the mountain that made it look like the old volcano was actually smoking. Kind of cool! It has 7 glaciers on it and erupts approximately every 600 years. According to records we have about 400 years to go until the next big boom. Projections are that it will probably erupt on the north side, good news for Redding, not so good for Weed and Yreka!

Then there is Lassen. Beautiful mountain about 70 miles east of Redding. If you look closely at the photo below, you can see some small, jagged peaks on the right of the major cone. That is what is left of a much larger cone, which was called Mount Tehama. The jagged remains are referred to as Brokeoff Mountain.


Some of Mt. Tehama's eruptions blasted volcanic rock 40, 50, even 60 miles! The remnants can be seen everywhere. Some very hard working ranchers and farmers have gathered the rocks and built gorgeous stone wall fences. Having gathered rocks from the fields at the ranch to help install culverts, I can honestly state that there is not enough Naproxen in the world to help me gather and build a rock wall around the entire ranch, let alone a small corral!

We turned away from Shasta, headed through Whitmore to Hwy 44.  There is a house along this road that we almost bought when the kids were all still at home. The view was fantastic, the house was okay, but it was right on the road. I don't want to live right on the road...but look at us now! We live in town! Who would have thought it could happen.

Anyway, the next photo is what the view would have been if we have purchased the house.



Fourteen years ago, The Guy talked me into moving into town. His promise was that if I would agree to sell the house in Palo Cedro and live in the city for 5 years, we could buy some property in Whitmore and build our own house. We have lived IN Redding, in this house for 14 years now!

As we drove through the mountains, I realized that we are never going to live in the mountains. We are taking care of aging parents now, can't move anywhere but closer to them. At our ages, mid '60's, and thinking of the needs of our folks could soon be our own needs,  I know that wherever we move needs to be more practical than a home hanging onto the side of a mountain with windy, icy roads to get in and out. The more we drove, the sadder I got but didn't realize why until this morning.  I am a country girl, living in a city.

Okay, enough of the self-pity stuff. Back to yesterday's drive.


Three weeks ago, we took a drive up to Lassen with son's family, grandson's family, The Guy and I. We had to search for snow to play in. This path to the bridge was a two inch sheet of slippery ice. Yesterday it was crunchy snow.


We had to search but we did find snow and we did have fun, especially the littles!  Luke and Brinley had a ball the first week of January.

Dad's worked hard pulling sleds and kids up the slope!


Yesterday, I discovered this sign. I'm trying to figure it out. Does it mean the snow if 'official'?
Does it mean the depth of the snow is 'official'?  Or is there an 'Official' buried in the snow?


 As the chip loaded the photos, I realized that I had not downloaded a little trip to Lake Siskiyou we had made in the fall. I caught this photo just as a leaf shower started. Every now and then a gust of wind would come through inspiring the forest to rain leaves. It was quite stunning but hard to capture on film.


Easier to see in black and white.


All in all, it was a good day.





January 28, 2018

Day of Rest

Can't wait to see her in her new dress of fresh snow!

It's Sunday, the sun is shining and there is fresh snow on our two volcanoes!

Grabbing cameras, a picnic lunch,  and breaking loose!

No painting today! Orders from the boss (as if...but he loves it when I call him that).

Mt. Shasta is beautiful all the time but especially on a clear day with fresh snow!

Adios Amigos. Getting out of Dodge!

January 27, 2018

Sometimes Silence Is Best

Worked really hard yesterday. Painted and cut in the top half of master bedroom, cut in lower half.

Back hurt, arm sore, hair in pony tail with fly-away ends,  just tired from painting...and it rained all day.

The Guy decided he would make dinner when he got home.

I sat at the bar watching him. He chopped Rosemary for sweet potato fries, sliced cherry tomatoes for a salad.

"I like watching you cook!" I commented, leaning on the counter.

"Oh yeah, why?" he responded.

"Because you're so handsome!"

He smiled. "I like looking at you!"

"Oh yeah! Why?" I asked.

"Beeeeecause you're smart!"

Funeral is Wednesday! I'm gonna miss him!

January 26, 2018

Today, I Celebrate Small Things

Joined a new-to-me Blog Hop hosted by self-proclaimed "certified nutcase", L.G. Kelter and Thriller/Horror writer, Lexa Cain in their I Celebrate Small Things blog circle.

Today, I am celebrating:

1. Committed to the colors for the bedroom walls. Always knew that Sherwin Williams Lazy Gray was going to be one of the wall colors to keep the consistency with the rest of the house, and that White Flour would be the trim color. Consistency, again. I just waffled between three different hues of blue for the lower half of walls.

2. When we moved in, many moons ago, I painted the master bedroom walls Cantalope and Adobe Sunrise. I truly celebrate how comforting these colors were, until they weren't. The Guy is a little hesitant in the color change. He says he loved the warmth the salmon hues gave the room.

3. Moved the bed and a chest of drawers and found a long lost earring and a gold chain necklace. Yay!

3. Celebrating the rain and dark skies. Good day to paint! No sunshine tempting me to take Rex or Lily for a walk. Though I can't promise that I won't grab a Dutch Bros Kicker later in day and take a drive to Whiskeytown Lake to clear my sinuses of the smell of paint!

Also discovered, while surfing the net, was Week 90 of Friendly Fill Ins. Oh what a procrastinator won't do to put off the cutting in part of painting. Might as well put in my 2 cents!

Here goes:

1. The flu shot is not something I would ever entertain the idea of. I worked in health care institutions for close to 35 years and ran the offices of two doctors. Both doctors strongly advised against getting a flu shot. Besides being a virtual roulette game of which strain to choose for the virus, the bonding agents used in the serum are questionable. Most people I know usually come down with the flu within weeks of getting the shot and almost always say, "Yes, but it could have been much worse if I hadn't had the shot!" p.s. I haven't had the flu in years and years but it could have been much worse if I'd had the shot!

2. I think everyone should take sublingual vitamin B12 daily.
 
3. I (almost) always tell the people around me that I love them and that I am proud of them, because one never knows when or if I might not have the opportunity to tell them tomorrow!
 
4. I (almost) never a) spit watermelon seeds, b) wear shoes or a bra because a) I can't get any force behind it, so a seed tends to just slide off my chin, b) shoes and bras suck!

Okay, I guess I am not going to join the "I Celebrate Small Things" blog hop. The Linky link code crashed my post. Nice idea but going to have to pass, though I am still celebrating those little things today.  

Time to stop procrastinating and cut in those edges and corners!

January 25, 2018

Shameless O'Leery's

Robin, Diane and I have decided on our own little  'supper club'!  Mostly just getting together for  Happy Hour once a month and, hey, might as well eat while were there!

First night, Shameless O'leery's!



Killer garlic fries! Incredible Blue Burger, blue for blue cheese and maybe blue ribbon winner!

I ordered a Gin & Tonic, then Diane ordered a Whiskey. Duh! I'm at "Redding's Only True Irish Pub" and I didn't order a Jameson! What the hell was I thinking?

Next time! Jameson with pint of 805!


Tomorrow!

Time Travel

Ever have those moments when an object, a scent, a word, blasts you off to a time long ago?

The smell of bread rising or vanilla pudding sends me to my grandmother's side. We are sitting next to each other in her kitchen, giggling, while she makes tortillas or kneads dough. Sometimes we are spreading butter on warm bread, fresh out of the oven.

Old Spice. I'm standing in the doorway of my bedroom watching Dad head down the hall to catch a ride to work with one of his carpool buddies, John Henneberry!

Today I watched the last Season 4 episode of Frankie and Grace. Frankie reached out and pulled her fondue pot off a shelf!  It was my fondue pot!!!



Bam!  Ken, Mike, John and I were sitting around the table in the kitchen on Morse Street; early '70's! Longhorn cheddar, diced green chili in the pot. We were playing poker and dipping!  To save my life, I can't remember what we were dipping into the fondue. Hmm, I was probably stoned! (Or maybe not!)