Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
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Well, hey there! Welcome to Roundup, Montana! If it's a nice day, we'll sit a spell on my porch and talk awhile. A poem captured my attention the other day. Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart, Until, in our own despair, Against our will, Comes wisdom Through the awful grace of God. Aeschylus What's on your mind today? |
Well mercy. It has been quite a week. I had a meeting with the non-profit I manage. It was time to distribute the $21K raised over three months. The next day I worked at the museum, doing banking and such. After that, I hosted two publicists from SE Montana Tourism in the museum for a look-see. The museum is closed and in disarray, as we repair and create new exhibits, but they will wished to visit. I was a part of that tourism group for many years. Then I spent today with the county commissioners during their weekly public open meeting. Then I report this meeting in the local paper. So now I am thinking I need a day off. Luckily tomorrow will be just that day. The Sabbath is tomorrow, a day of rest. Not too much going on with writing, sad to say. I have signed up for the poetry classes in Billings again. That should be fun, as the others have been so great. So I try to make a few notes daily on a poem idea. Not ready to share yet, but I keep jotting down ideas. Soon I'll have to congeal it all and make something worthy of owning. It has been very strange weather here. We've had no snow or rain of any measure for weeks. And the temperatures have been in the 50's. The locals are now starting to worry about the lack of moisture. Fires are always a concern here. There was a huge fire several years ago that still haunts people to this day. As eastern US is suffering from too much snow and power outages, we are begging for some rain or snow. Life will settle down eventually. It usually does. Just have to wait. |
I was just running down rabbit holes on YouTube. I got into a weather guy and seeing all the warnings in the rest of the country. Here in Montana today we woke to a small bit, less than inch, of snow and single digit temperatures. Luckily no wind. Tonight it is supposed to be below zero. Ah, winter. Dress for it and you'll be fine. But I wouldn't want to be in an ice storm, as they are forecasting tonight. That is a completely different animal. I don't have a problem with the cold and snow. Since I walk around town and don't drive, any large amount of snow makes that a bit difficult, but not as bad as getting stuck somewhere in a car. So on another topic, the lady pushing her tourism grant has sent it to the state. The county commissioners and others don't think it will fly, as water slides by the city pool are fine for locals, but not a big tourist draw, in my opinion. So they, the county, is sending along separately alternate solutions if the pool idea is not approved. The city has problems with the increased cost of the pool maintenance and heating. Let alone the fact that it is a bigger footprint in a smallish park area. Today I bent the ear of the commissioners about the museum. Our boiler for heat there went out, and it does so often now. We are probably looking at replacing it - soon. And we don't really have lots of money just hanging around waiting to be spent. The boiler is powered by fuel oil, and often gets clogged up at the filter. We only heat the basement of the museum, as we close the end of September and open again May 1. But it would be nice to expand our HVAC system so we could stay open all year round. I will let you know if that tourism grant gets approved as submitted. I don't have high hopes. |
Mercy sakes - it has been a long time. I've been busy, as I am sure everyone is. The last event I had happened just this last week. I am in the beginning testing for the Michael J. Fox Foundation and their research into Parkinson's disease. I currently do NOT have this problem. But perhaps I may be chosen to be part of their monitoring. We'll see what happens. I am happy to help in any way to find the reason for this disease. I know of two people that have/had this. One person was decades ago. Another is a friend's husband in town. I answered a survey I received by email, then was sent a questionnaire. I filled that out. Then I received an interesting test - a smell test. Curious little invention. There was a series of booklets, each having scratch and sniff squares on a number of pages. You had to guess the scent on each square. I mailed that back, and in a few months received another. Then take some timed cognitive tests on the computer. THEN they contacted me about doing this research. Last week I went to Aurora, CO for actual in-person testing. The organization flew me there, provided a hotel and a driver to take me around. I got a per diem for food and whatevers. Then I did bloodwork, 10 tubes, a neurologist exam, more questions then I had a lumbar puncture test. Ever had that lumbar puncture test done? Well, I have. It's not horribly painful, but no fun nonetheless. But I guess sticking a needle into your spinal column is not a normal event. The doctor performing the test was kind, took great care to do this with as little pain as possible. I did ask him when was the first lumbar puncture ever performed. He honestly didn't know, but told me he'd look up that history. I did and it was back in 1890 or so. The key is not to sit up immediately, or you'll get a bad headache. That has also happened to me in the past. Seems there are a few interesting facts about beginning the diagnosis of this disease. Sense of smell is a clue, and acting out dreams or sleep disturbances. Now that I'm back home, I will change a few things about my diet. I will try to cut back on caffeine. I figure it can't hurt, might help. In many ways. There is now controversy about a tourism grant idea. The lady in charge of this was at the commissioners meeting yesterday. She is like a bulldog with this concept, and still will not consider the museum being in any way a draw for tourists. So annoying. She wants to build onto the city pool a water slide. The city, last I heard, is not a big fan of the project, due to increased costs like maintenance and insurance. But this person, whose first name is also Norma, is sure this will be a done deal. $1.5 million. But she only has until January 22 to file the claim. And from what I heard, really she knows nothing about filling out the paperwork or what it all entails as to the immense amount of paperwork going forward. Another person and I tried to get the museum to be a part of all this. But she shot us down, and then we decided to withdraw our plans. So now we need to find another way to fund a $1.5 million project we had developed. It should be interesting. But then, life these days is certainly NOT boring. |
Happy new year to all you out there. It was not too bad last night as fireworks started here in town. I put on headphones and watched the movie "War Horse". I enjoyed that film again. But this time I paid more attention to the story-telling of the piece. I liked the way the script started in England with a farmer and wife and son. The horse the father bought was to be a work-horse, but is more of a thoroughbred. So the drama starts with the family. But the horse becomes quite a work-horse, and friend to the son. Then WWI starts, and the horse is sold to the army with the money helping to save the farm. So this is when the story gets interesting. WWI of course was horrible. And the horse experiences it in many places. Finally toward the end, and I'll not give away much of what happens, the horse and son are reunited, through a quite wonderful set of circumstances. And we end up back where it started - at the farm in England. By the end of the movie, the yahoos in my neighborhood were setting off the most intense fireworks of the night. But soon that quit, as midnight is the end of it all, or so it should be. Tonight I haven't heard any, so far, and the fireworks stand is gone. So perhaps peace again. I visited a friend today. She lives alone, except for her cat. Dorothy is my age, but looks 20 years older. We graduated the same year from high school. She, I think, in Montana. Me in Ohio. But we met when I used to volunteer at the senior center doing Meals on Wheels. Dorothy was in the midst of a smoke break when I arrived. We then sat and talked for a time. She showed me a jigsaw puzzle in the works. She also saves her completed puzzles. They get glued onto her wallpapered walls. Now I have to admit that is something I've never seen before. Dorothy stated she didn't care for the wallpaper, and whoever buys the house after she dies can just do whatever they want to the walls. Not my decorating aesthetic but you do you, Dorothy. We talked about my last play, and how much she enjoyed one particular scene. It was not in the script, but we covered it well. On stage an actor accidentally messed up a table with props. So the actor playing my boss, screams my character's name. I come stomping out on stage and righted the table, then stomped off again. Sort of in character for a lady's maid, the part I played. Evidently it made a big impression on my friend. She thought it was in the script. Okay. So we also talked about her no longer doing a Bingo game twice a week, she was the organizer of these games. But after 13 years of doing that, she figured it was time to let someone else take over. Plus there is just too much drama at the senior center now. There is indeed drama at the center. And it's not good. Claims of mismanagement, blackmailing seniors to pay for something that is donation only, not wanting to comply with state orders. But nothing is happening with shutting them down. Somehow they are managing with donations only to stay afloat. The state is withholding funds until they get their financials in order. Tomorrow is my day to sit with the county commissioners at their public Friday meeting. I love doing this, and learn a lot about the goings-on in the county. Then I report on this in the local paper. And sometimes it is tough to condense what happens and make it non-political. But this small town has lots of drama, always something happening to someone that gets everyone all upset. Never a dull moment. |
Today I went to visit a friend in the nursing home. Nothing happening at our home so I spent time with a person who used to live next to us. She had invited me to spend time with her, have a Christmas meal. E.R. is recuperating after an illness, and has now been permanently ensconced in the local hospital long term care unit. She had to vacate the house she was renting. All her personal belongings shrunk down to fit the small room while the rest got spirited away by her landlord. Even her car was sold. But when you're on Medicaid, you cannot have property, so that's okay. E.R. is convinced she is not going to be around much longer. She is adamant about this. I've tried to tell her, no, you'll be fine. But now every time I go I come home with some of her treasures. Today I was loaded up with books, note cards, two stuffed animals, and even a Christmas stocking given to her with goodies in it. Now my motives for going are to first of all check on her, and second to inform her of my goings on. I read to her, share poetry written lately, inform her of the town gossip. So that is what we did today. Talked about the news of the world, the town news, the drama she experiences at the nursing home. We ate a pretty decent meal and talked about the chef. E.R. is younger than I, pretty sure. But she is adamant, as I stated, that her time on this earth is almost over. When we first moved to Roundup she was our neighbor for at least 5 years. All that time she kept stating that the ship will be here soon to pick her up. Now I don't know if I believe that, but she sure does. I always kidded with her that I also would be joining her one day. But perhaps the ship would probably take one look at me and say, "Nope, she's too much trouble." So my Christmas present to E.R. were copies of my two last poems, along with the photographs that accompany them. Perhaps she'll keep them, perhaps not. It doesn't matter. And her gifts to me I carried home and considered what to do with the treasures. As I looked inside a wallet that was in the Christmas stocking, I found cash. Huh. That was curious. Now I can go back next week and deliver to her the unexpected cash. She will be surprised, I hope. Curious how life works out sometimes. |
Another writing session at Pictograph Cave today was fabulous. The weather was okay, no big wind. The sun was out, the temperature was moderate. No snow falling. Perfect for December in Montana. We had a little introduction by the leader, then off to think and write and walk and be creative. A wood fire lent a bit of cheer and warmth. Someone brought sage to be used for smudging, if you wanted. In case you never heard of this: Sage smudging is a ceremonial practice, primarily among Indigenous peoples of the Americas, where dried sage leaves are burned to create smoke that is believed to cleanse and purify spaces or individuals of negative energy. This ritual often involves setting intentions... After private time, we met in the classroom of the visitor center. About 20 people attended this session, some professors, some with doctorates, some artists, and some just people who love writing like me. We read our work, if so desired. Comments were plentiful and uplifting. We actually started calling it our therapy session since many discussions led to tears about past hurts and current personal problems. But in a community such as this, where we all know each other, if not personally close, a safe place to share is precious. We all shared the same love of writing. Here is the first draft of what I composed, inspired by the rocks and sun and fire, as well as the impact of past civilizations on our world.
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| So after the snow and a big melt from temps in the 50s, now we are in a high wind situation. I woke this morning to the sound of wind, so strong I feared the roof would sail away. It's died down now, but again tomorrow and Thursday they are giving us this warning. Of course, I don't live in Big Timber. In that area, they routinely get winds up to 80 MPH. I've stayed at a hotel there and the windows in that old place would rattle all night from the wind. Today I plan, once again, to visit my new Roundup writing friend. I tried yesterday, but never found her home on this gravel back road. I had to use 4 wheel drive to get there, and then I never did find her. Seems no one on that road posts addresses or names. So back home I traveled, in the dark, to call her. We'll try again today. We want to discuss an upcoming writing event in a few days. Saturday is the solstice celebration at Pictograph Caves in Billings. This state park has a writing events every solstice. The same teacher from the book shop seminar is also holding this event. It will be outdoors- and a campfire is promised. As well as access to the visitor's center if you cannot deal with cold. I attended the fall equinox event and thoroughly enjoyed being outside and letting the environment speak to me. I wrote
As I'm sure everyone knows, the solstice can be summer, approx. June 20, or winter, approx. December 20. These dates are when the sun reaches its northern or southern limits. Then the sun travels back to the next solstice. In between we have the equinox, fall and spring. Equal day and night. It's all about light. Lately I've been exploring poetry a bit more. A few books from the library, my own book by Garrison Keillor. And keeping ideas in a notebook. New ground to explore. Life currently is a bit challenging on a lot of fronts. I find poetry a good outlet for getting emotions into words. |
We are in the midst of a winter storm - so far about 6 inches of snow has fallen. Our temperature yesterday was 54° - today it is 9°. I am sitting in the courthouse at a commissioner's meeting. The discussion is about shutting down the courthouse at noon. So now people are calling and wondering why, since the notice is on local radio and a Facebook page and the county website. Well, the roads are rural and not plowed, the city streets are not plowed, and the state is busy plowing the main routes. Plus the county employees are worried about getting home safely. Now I wonder about schools today. Perhaps this was the Friday no-school day. Whatever. Hard to keep track of that schedule. There are two in the county, Roundup and Melstone. Plus some students that live 20 miles out of town. What else is new? Beyond the winter storm, which is bringing much needed moisture to our dry land, not too much. I have read a few little poetry books from the library. I also found my copy of Garrison Keillor's book, "Good Poems for Hard Times". Lot of fun reading some interesting poetry. I was supposed to meet up with my new Roundup writing friend tonight. Seems like that will have to wait. I don't think I'll be able to reach her house with 6 inches of new snow on an unplowed road. Darn. |
It's been a busy time. as usual. Yesterday was the town's Christmas Stroll. I sat all day and visited and helped out at the museum. The nicest part was sitting and watching the snow fall outside. Perfect to get people in the holiday spirit. I remembered a photo I took years ago, above Gardiner, MT in the wilderness area on a hike. So today was a day of recovery, and reconsidering things. I volunteered to help as treasurer for the museum. The current lady is elderly, in her 90's, and just had a bad fall. Now she is in an assisted living facility in WY and probably won't be allowed to come home to Roundup and live alone on her ranch. Somehow we on the museum board knew this would probably happen, as she was treasurer for over 40 years. Yes, that's right. And there is no way she was giving that up. So since I live right across the street, I volunteered to pick up the mail and do bank deposits if needed. There was a bit of cash just sitting in the museum office today, so I gathered it up and got the checkbook and will make sure things are back on track. But if this becomes permanent, I'll have to drop another activity. So I've been thinking on this all last night and today. I was talking yesterday to the owner of the local radio station, a friend I know. He invited me to come to his morning show this week, just come in for a chat. He does this all the time. People drop in to talk about what is happening in town. So perhaps in a few days I'll walk on over and do this. But since the show is from 6 AM to 9 AM, I'll have to hustle to get there. There is another writing event happening on December 20 - to coincide with the Winter Solstice. My new Roundup friend and I will be heading to Pictograph Cave in Billings again for that. It's outdoors, near an open fire. I pray it's not too cold but there is an option of being in the visitor's center if needed. I really enjoyed the last event, so this should be good. I always celebrate the end of darkness and the gaining of a few precious moments of daylight. |
It's been a while. A long time, I guess. But when you're occupied, busy, stressed, and just generally trying to stay out of trouble, well sometimes writing takes a back seat. I had a discussion today with a new friend. She and I have attended writing classes together recently. She is very organized in her record keeping and goal setting. So I got motivated. It's sort of like when you watch those shows about people and their hoarding habits in houses. Then you feel motivated to deep clean your own space. But soon the impulse passes and you're back where you were, stuck in bad habits and spinning your gears. Anywhoo, I've had a few exciting things in the past months. My first political rally, EVER. Done. And the other night, my first glimpse of the Northern Lights EVER. Done. Both of these events were epic. The rally - exciting. I attended with this new friend, so I wasn't on my own. It was good to be with a friend. The Northern Lights happened on a night when I was on the phone with a friend that lives near Billings, south of me. He mentioned how strong they were right then. So I marched out to my back porch, and ZOWEE! Red, pink, green. And this is in town with street lights. So I mention it to my husband. He comes out and claims it's cloudy, those aren't the Northern Lights. Well, excuse me, yes, no clouds! See the stars just behind the red and green? I don't know if he ever believed me. So I go out to the front yard, and up and down the street people are out and about, kids out and all to see the aurora borealis! So wonderful. Ribbons of red, pink and green streaming down from heaven. Stars blinking behind the veil hands unseen folding the fabric It has been wonderful here, warm during the day, but frosty at night. Perfect fall weather. But no rain or snow for weeks. Perhaps we are overdue for some moisture. And cold weather is coming, guaranteed. Thanksgiving is coming. A cooling trend is now forecast, with single digits and snow by next week. Just in time to muck up travel. Be safe everyone. |