Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Dream on....

Last year I took Aerosmith's Dream On, as my theme song and wish for 2008. Who would have thought that when I first cranked up that song 35 years ago that it would continue to inspire me on the eve of 2009. But it does. And here is the reason: "Dream on...dream until your dream comes true."

2008 has had its share of ups and downs. Foreclosures, government bailouts, assorted natural disasters, death and stock market crashes contributed to the downs. The election of Barack Obama, the discovery of art bloggers and musicians on MySpace, and the continued love and support of family and friends count as the ups. I realize that the downs were not specific to me but to the world at large. The ups contain my personal favorites.
This holiday season has been quiet for me, because I was ill for half of my winter break. The silver lining in that is that I was able to read, knit, and reflect more than I normally would. I'm in the middle of reading Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat That Touched the World. Doesn't it sound like a children's story? It is an inspiring book, though, because it shows what a difference one individual (in this case, one cat) can make in the lives of millions of people. It's the ripple effect that you hear about so often that is proven in this book.
Maybe we should be asking ourselves, "what would Dewey do?" in 2009. It starts with a dream.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Wild and Wacky Michigan Weather

On December 21, I anticipated a white Christmas due to the storm on December 19. That storm deposited enough snow to close schools and businesses. This is the view of my deck.

Christmas day was about the only day that the sun came out, and it didn't snow. Great weather for driving.

Then yesterday came the record breaking temperatures--56 degrees. Instead of snow, it rained torrentially. I'm not sure how much mid-Michigan got with the latest rainfall. This is what my deck looked like after the rain.

Normally there isn't a pool of water beyond the deck. This is a better view of "Lake Delmonico" (my late husband named it in honor of our cat, Dominic Delmonico, whenever the area flooded).

Next on the agenda: winds gusting up to 50 miles per hour. Missouri experienced tornadoes. 8,500 residents in my county lost power, and temperatures are back down to 32 degrees. I haven't heard yet about flooding in the area, but that wind has dried up much of Lake Delmonico.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Fresh Water for Africa

I had been mulling different ideas of what I wanted to write about, and today I received some inspiration from Ari Herzog's blog. In today's post, he wrote about the power of social media in creating positive change in the world. He offered up two instances of using Twitter to create a buzz for charitable donations.

Laura Fitton's wish for Christmas is for anyone and everyone to donate $2 USD to fund the production of clean drinking water systems in Africa. It's not critical that you tweet your donation. I'm not on Twitter, so I had the option to donate with a credit card or PayPal. What is neat about this organization is that 100 percent of your donation will go to the people who directly benefit from it. Funding for adminstrative costs is provided by other sources.
Come on. You know you want to do this!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving, 1999. 2:10 p.m. You are so beautiful to me. Still.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Words That Haunt Me

The Telephone (No. 1)

The Telephone (No. 1). Sean Duggan, photographer. Used with permission.

When I was living in San Francisco in 1976, I had a broadside of this poem by Charles Bukowski. I haven't seen the broadside in years, but the poem has always stayed with me.


I get many phone calls now.
They are all alike.
"are you Charles Bukowski,
the writer?"
"yes," I tell them.
and they tell me
that they understand my
and some of them are writers
or want to be writers
and they have dull and
horrible jobs
and they can't face the room
the apartment
the walls
that night --they want somebody to talk
and they can't believe
that I can't help them
that I don't know the words.
they can't believe
that often now
I double up in my room
grab my gut
and say "Jesus Jesus Jesus, not
they can't believe
the streets
the loneliness
the walls
are mine too.
and when I hang up the phone
they think I have held back my

I don't write out of
when the phone rings
I too would like to hear words
that might ease
some of this.

that's why my number's

--Charles Bukowski

I found out about A Day of Sharing Words a little too late to participate. I liked the idea so much that this is my contribution.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

I'm One Grateful Gal

I couldn't believe it when Tara Bradford left her comment on my blog the other day. She inspired me to create my own giveaway by offering a beautiful collage by Colette Copeland on her blog Paris Parfait. I enter contests never expecting to win and am always shocked when I do. It really felt like a karmic experience. I gave something beautiful away, and on the same day, I received notice that Colette would be sending her lovely artwork to me. Thank you, Tara and Colette!

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Sundara Yarn's New Home

Thank you all for your incredibly heartfelt comments. I'm glad that I didn't have to choose the best comment, because it would have been impossible for me. I wish I had more yarn to give away! Despite unemployment, health issues, accidents, and a death of a loved one; you all managed to rejoice in life and count your blessings. As I read your comments, I laughed and cried. I identified with the joy of family, friends, and fiber.

Thanksgiving is a day I will always treasure, because it was the day my dear Michael proposed to me in 1999. My first Thanksgiving without him in 2007, I reminisced about our engagement on MySpace. I continue to feel fortunate for having known and loved him. As I'm making my way in the world alone again, I know that the best way to honor him is to reach out to other people and be that light in the world. I'm thankful for the people who have always been there for me, and the new people that have taken me to their hearts this past year.

Drum roll, please......The Sundara yarn will be going to Juanita. Congratulations and Happy Thanksgiving! Please email me your address.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A Thanksgiving Giveaway

Thanksgiving seems like the Rodney Dangerfield of holidays. There's always a mad dash from Halloween to Christmas. Okay, so maybe Thanksgiving celebrates gluttony and football. But what I like about it is that it gives me time to reflect on the good people in my life and to acknowledge the blessings I've experienced.

I've decided to have a giveway. It requires no special skill. No artistic ability necessary. It would be great if you would leave a comment about one thing for which you're thankful this year.

This is for the yarn lovers out there: 2 hanks (350 yards each) of superwash merino sock yarn. Sundara Yarn produced a special colorway in Tulip to celebrate Spring 2008. On November 17, I'll randomly draw the name of the lucky recipient.

Monday, November 10, 2008


I've been feeling scattered. Part of that is due to the fact that I've been maintaining two other blogs. It looks like I'm finally settling in at Blogger. About the time that Darcy finished the design of this blog, Dia de Bloglandia was in full swing. I realize now that I might have confused a few people with the comments I made on their ofrenda, because my comments were linked to this blog instead of the one at TypePad. At the risk of continuing the confusion, I put my post for Dia de Blogandia under my Widowhood 101 tab. So if you haven't read it already (and you want to), there it is.

We each honored our departed family and friends in very different ways. At the same time, there was something so touchingly familiar about the tributes. I felt like I got to know the mothers, fathers, grandparents, husbands, siblings and friends that the other participants commemorated. It's taking me longer to make the rounds than I anticipated, mainly because I take time at each stop to ponder the lives that are being celebrated. It might be December before I get to all of them. There's no need to rush.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

This Blog's in Transition

I'm trying to move from MySpace to Blogger by way of
TypePad. It's kind of like merging two households where you're trying to decide which dining room table to keep.