A Garden of Pebbles (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1096666-A-Garden-of-Pebbles They have a lot of nerve (whoever “they” are) calling that thing a creek. The roiling torrent of rushing, foaming water is more akin to the river it feeds than to a creek – the very thought of which conjures up images of a rill of water percolating peacefully thorough the countryside. But the map insists this is a creek - one of two we encountered on our...[Read Full Post] Sat, 16 Jun 2007 17:29:53 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/515571 Mornings have never been my best time. I love the morning hours, but I simply have a hard time waking up and getting going. Since we’ve moved here, our get out of bed time has gotten later than “usual.” The fact that Ron doesn’t have to run off to work has given him the freedom to lounge in bed and the altitude change played a ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 11 Jun 2007 18:28:30 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/514545 On Sunday, my younger daughter told me about the day she’d spent with her sister. They’d gone to the Strawberry Festival, a yearly celebration of the strawberry harvest, which is a big thing in that coastal plain. I’ve never gone to the Festival, though one year when I was out of town Ron went, resulting in lingering memories of the s...[Read Full Post] Thu, 24 May 2007 22:56:46 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/510851 I got interrupted and forgot to include these photos of my blob issue Here's what the blue blob looked like: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** And here's the solution. In this picture, the project isn't finished yet - a fridge is now in the under counter hole and now there's a microwave and coffee maker on the counter -...[Read Full Post] Mon, 21 May 2007 22:05:30 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/510144 Those of you who have read my blog for any length of time know that I love to be outdoors and active. My health issues sometimes get in the way of the active part of the equation, but there’s never any reason for me not to just sit outside – unless I simply don’t feel drawn to do so. When we lived in California, I rarely lounged o...[Read Full Post] Mon, 21 May 2007 19:07:39 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/510106 Before I post the next installment of the Three Stooges encounters, I thought I’d share a couple of photos from last week in our new home. Here’s what it looked like on Cinco de Mayo: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** We woke to snowfall and decided to go for a walk. It snowed for the entire three mile jaunt and beyond, into th...[Read Full Post] Mon, 14 May 2007 22:31:08 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/508404 A month before we made our move to this Colorado mountain home, Ron and I came here for a week to do some chores. The main thing that needed doing was the clearing of snow and ice off the bottom of the driveway, so seven tons of hardwood could be delivered. There’s a patch of driveway on the north side of the house that remains in shadow during the winter, ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 03 May 2007 20:17:29 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/505996 Well, I thought I’d have some time to write today, but Ron and I started out on a hike that ended up lasting two and a half hours. Now, I’m tired and may write a blog entry or two this evening. In the meantime, I thought I’d share this link with you all. One of the wonderful things about Srping in the mountains is the fascinating c...[Read Full Post] Tue, 01 May 2007 18:21:51 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/505472 I’ve never lived in a place where the word, Spring, had any particular meaning. In the coastal desert of Southern California, the changing of the seasons was indistinct and difficult to distinguish. The only clue that Spring had arrived was the budding of the trees, though in warm years they could be tricked into squeezing out their blossoms part...[Read Full Post] Sat, 28 Apr 2007 13:11:03 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/504727 Wasn’t it Dorothy who said, “We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto?” I’m not Dorothy, and this sure isn’t Kansas. It isn’t California, either. We knew when we moved here that most aspects of life would be different - from the beautiful surroundings to the fresh air to the absence of freeways to the relaxed lifestyle. We ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 24 Apr 2007 15:25:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/503924 I’m at my daughter’s and just checking up on stuff. I ran across this link and enjoyed it, so thought I’d share it with you-all. It’s only a few minutes long, so take a break and have a treat. [Link: 'http://www.moillusions.com/2007/04/journey-to-world-of-illusion-video-clip.html']...[Read Full Post] Fri, 20 Apr 2007 19:14:19 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/503036 Three days of blogging in a row! Wow, I feel quite prolific after a long absence. This evening I fly back to Los Angeles to spend Friday with our girls and grandbaby, and to attend one daughter’s dance performance. Saturday, Ron and I will drive the car we left behind back here, to Colorado. One final long ride to what is now home, and we’ll be le...[Read Full Post] Thu, 19 Apr 2007 17:53:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/502782 “Don’t you think a boot might have helped?” my sister asked. “I mean, after all, that’s the only foot you get. Taking care of it may be important. You don’t get to trade it in on a newer model!” This string of comments were made after my declaration that I had not gone to the doctor after breaking my foot,...[Read Full Post] Wed, 18 Apr 2007 21:23:06 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/502628 It started out as a low hum, easily ignored in the hubbub of activity. Over the last two weeks however, the screaming has become more audible. Nothing drowns it out - not the television, not the comforting blow of the heater, not the rumble of the washer and dryer. The only way to escape it is to climb into the truck and leave the house. And we&#8...[Read Full Post] Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:10:44 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/502419 Where does one life end and a new one begin? When? I look at my calendar and it tells me there are fewer than three weeks left before I take my final steps away from the life I’ve known for twenty-eight years. Rooms and closets are empty, their contents either huddling in the darkness of boxes taped shut, or tossed in a pile in the garage, awaiting the Y...[Read Full Post] Mon, 12 Mar 2007 15:44:19 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/494555 I have rarely lurked in blogville. Almost always, if I read, I comment. There have been occasional exceptions to that self-imposed rule, but they’ve been rare. I think though, that for a while I may lurk. Maybe it’s just the hecticness of the holidays (which I’m kind of enjoying) or maybe life is turning an unknown corner, but I a...[Read Full Post] Thu, 07 Dec 2006 00:26:06 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/473528 I took several years of Journalism when I was in high school. This by no means makes me an expert on writing news stories, but it taught me a thing or two, and when I read news articles and headlines I sometimes shake my head and think, “I would have never gotten away with that.” One of the things I hate is a news story that blends a factual or pseudo ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 02 Dec 2006 12:23:37 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472582 I’ve never really been a fan of haute couture, but I sometimes find the designs displayed on catwalks appealing. Sometimes they are outright ugly, sometimes merely interesting. I don’t go out of my way to look for ready-to-wear designer labels – I buy what I like and can afford, regardless of the designer. So I nearly clicked past ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 30 Nov 2006 15:14:17 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472199 It started Tuesday afternoon. A slight soreness in my lower left bicuspid. Just a little owieness when the tooth felt the pressure of rubbing against my upper teeth while I was chewing. I didn’t think much of it because I take good care of my teeth and get them cleaned every six months – have done for twenty-five years. I’d had X-Rays less than...[Read Full Post] Wed, 29 Nov 2006 12:05:23 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/471965 My husband is one of those rare creatures who enjoys being out and shopping in the hustle and bustle of a Christmas crowd. In fact, he purposefully leaves his holiday shopping for Christmas Eve. He loves being out among the last minute shoppers, interacting with others and spreading a smile to those who are tense and frantic. He comes home each year with heartwarming stories of encounters he’s had with total str...[Read Full Post] Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:48:41 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/471727