Category Archives: REALITY

Ran out for a few quick errands in the what-seems-to-be-sudden cruel coldness of December mornings.  After walking up the street to bring my newly-released from her leg casted neighbor to bring in her paper, mail, and trash can, I realized … Continue reading →

Three weeks long the waiting, heralded by sightings by the man, the woman at the deli, the neighbor.  To them, the eagle has no meaning but the natural awe of one so rarely seen.  To me, it meant much more.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well my extra income job of unbuckling, lotioning-up, and resetting into position the right leg of my neighbor after knee surgery will be coming to an end this coming Tuesday when she gets the velcro cast off to enter rehab.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sitting in the frameshop with no expectations of anyone showing in soft fluffy snow that’s already at least twelve inches deep.  But between nailing frame corners together, I spend time with Tim Dawson and Jessie, willing to share my freshly … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This is just sort of sweet and funny and it slipped through my barrier against personal posting: My niece and her three children ages 3, 8 and 11 are living in Spain while her husband is stationed there.  When I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Today I have resume rewriting on the agenda, for both Jim and myself, as well as submitting them for application for employment other than our normally established career lines. For Jim, a bit different engineering than within the aerospace and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…I am a wife, writer, custom picture framer among other things (in truth, I started to just put picture framer since the main thought behind this particular post is regarding that aspect of my life, but then felt that I’d … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Did manage to take advantage of two warmer days that melted four inches of Thanksgiving Day snow, dug up the dahlias, collected and saved deadheaded seeds of cilantro and poppies and dill.  Covered the air conditioner, switched doors on the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…I must find a day job and work my shop in the evenings.  I must forget Santa and gifting and the good baby Jesus and stables with the lowing of cattle.  I must listen to Willie and Waylon and sweet … Continue reading → Continue reading →

An hour of sleep disturbed by wild dreams of a three story high campus building filled with people I knew and yet empty of friends.  A meeting goes terribly wrong and lies and betrayal and thieves fill all the rooms … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well I’ve gotten an early start on the feast since I couldn’t go back to sleep, but since Jim loves turkey, I’m hoping he won’t mind it for breakfast. It started snowing just a bit ago, and I remember that … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ll get back to Literature shortly, but right now I’m sitting in the shop replacing the plug end of an electrical extention cord and with pliers and knife I think of one more thing I am thankful for.  My dad … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Bright sunshine promise follows sleep-spattered night.  Unconscious at nine, awake in the fright of a nightmare at midnight.  Warmed by a laptop for hours without writing, eating chocolate toes and fudge filled eyeballs leftover from Halloween night.  Head for the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Mid-morning daydreams, delicious.  Concocted out of conscious mind and mixed with exotic spice of life, whole wheat experience, sweet cocoas, caramels.  Kneaded under pressure to make a dough that’s pliable, reformable, heated in the oven of the mind to reveal … Continue reading → Continue reading →