Evidence of Grandchildren
A sofa cushion covered in apologies
wears a bright pink stain.
Magic Markers gone astray?
Batman and Spiderman sit forlornly
in the bottom of the tub
waiting for another battle with Bubbles.
In a bedroom, a bottom shutter has lost a tooth,
no explanation, suspect claimed innocence.
Under the bed a small sock
snuggles with Polly Pocket and dust bunnies
while hiding from its mate.
Where the children’s table sat,
a mysterious blue drawing
decorates the wall and refuses Ajax cleanser.
Finally Green Eggs and Ham are laid to rest.
“I do not like them, Sam I Am.”
After goodbye hugs and kisses
I am left behind full of love,
a tired but happy grandmother
with a sticky hand wondering
where I got it.
Hope they come again soon.
Kay L. Cox
Monday, September 06, 2010
Saturday, September 04, 2010
From 50 days/50 pages...identity object
Let's see what object in my surroundings define me...oh God, it would have to be the clutter, the collection of objects that are laying around representing all my interests and what is going on in my life. On the table is my coffee cup that I painted. It is red on the inside with red and black dots on a white background on the outside with GYPSYCRONE label. Of course, there are a few books on the table: a novel,
a book on spiritual practice (required reading for a class at church) and a book of word search puzzles. I'm no good at crossword but do love word search.
To my right stacked on the floor are bins of fabric, remnants of my sewing and quilting efforts. The bins are looking for a new home in the house. They have moved from a bedroom closet in preparation for a daughter and granddaughter's move in next month....aiiiyayaiiii. Perhaps the attic but only as a last resort. There is alsoo a tub of photographs, another refugee from the potential move in. But also out in my search for some photos relating to a memoir I'm writing for my memoir group. Project today is to find somewhere other than the living room for these. I'm not ready to give them up but that might be the solution but houseguests are arriving in a week and the bins were sitting on the other side of the room when they were here last. At least they moved across the room.
While I'm writing this, a cat whining at the door has just come in from the outside. Both cats are new to the outside, another preparation for dealing with the cat that is accompanying the move-in. They have been only inside cats actively observing the birds and squirrels from the windows while wishing to participate in the adventure. So now we are introducing them gradually to the outside world. Slick, the black and white, could care less and is always eager to come back into the air conditioning and his food bowl. Peanut, however, is curious, eager to explore and just as eager to come inside BUT quickly decides he would rather be outside. He sits wailing at the door until someone comes.
Of course on my studio table is a drying canvas waiting for the collage pieces to be glued down. All this in prep for the upcoming Galveston Art League show. Just two more pieces to go and then I'll clean up the mess.
I did move the pile of cut-up jeans that are to go in a quilt for my oldest grandson to sit next to the bag of other cut-up old jeans. I told him I would make him a qult of old jeans to take to college. It's been a year since he graduated from high school but he decided to work for a while and save some money...a good thing on on fronts as I sure as heck don't have a quilt going. Wonder if my youngest grandson would like a blue jean quilt for college. I never finished embroidering his baby blanket but forgave myself as when he was born, he got the quilt my grandmother made for his daddy. No babies coming soon, thank God, though I miss having any little ones around.
Is it any wonder I can't get interested in cooking? Well, maybe a little interested. I have a great recipe for hot crab dip that is made in a crock pot.
By now I think you get the drift...a picture of me. But right now a friend called and I'm meeting her for coffee. Wanna come? I'm always ready for a party.
a book on spiritual practice (required reading for a class at church) and a book of word search puzzles. I'm no good at crossword but do love word search.
To my right stacked on the floor are bins of fabric, remnants of my sewing and quilting efforts. The bins are looking for a new home in the house. They have moved from a bedroom closet in preparation for a daughter and granddaughter's move in next month....aiiiyayaiiii. Perhaps the attic but only as a last resort. There is alsoo a tub of photographs, another refugee from the potential move in. But also out in my search for some photos relating to a memoir I'm writing for my memoir group. Project today is to find somewhere other than the living room for these. I'm not ready to give them up but that might be the solution but houseguests are arriving in a week and the bins were sitting on the other side of the room when they were here last. At least they moved across the room.
While I'm writing this, a cat whining at the door has just come in from the outside. Both cats are new to the outside, another preparation for dealing with the cat that is accompanying the move-in. They have been only inside cats actively observing the birds and squirrels from the windows while wishing to participate in the adventure. So now we are introducing them gradually to the outside world. Slick, the black and white, could care less and is always eager to come back into the air conditioning and his food bowl. Peanut, however, is curious, eager to explore and just as eager to come inside BUT quickly decides he would rather be outside. He sits wailing at the door until someone comes.
Of course on my studio table is a drying canvas waiting for the collage pieces to be glued down. All this in prep for the upcoming Galveston Art League show. Just two more pieces to go and then I'll clean up the mess.
I did move the pile of cut-up jeans that are to go in a quilt for my oldest grandson to sit next to the bag of other cut-up old jeans. I told him I would make him a qult of old jeans to take to college. It's been a year since he graduated from high school but he decided to work for a while and save some money...a good thing on on fronts as I sure as heck don't have a quilt going. Wonder if my youngest grandson would like a blue jean quilt for college. I never finished embroidering his baby blanket but forgave myself as when he was born, he got the quilt my grandmother made for his daddy. No babies coming soon, thank God, though I miss having any little ones around.
Is it any wonder I can't get interested in cooking? Well, maybe a little interested. I have a great recipe for hot crab dip that is made in a crock pot.
By now I think you get the drift...a picture of me. But right now a friend called and I'm meeting her for coffee. Wanna come? I'm always ready for a party.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
A new poem about my Grandmother Bonnie
Always a lady when going out,
a black hat sat firmly
on her silver hair gathered in a bun
at the nape of her slender neck.
Eyes as blue as a Blue Jay’s feather
twinkled through lids
crinkled with laughter and hard times
while the white gloved hand holding mine
was certain to remind me
“Act like a lady.”
With elegance, her tall figure
marched me through Woolworth’s
in search of witch hazel for her face,
Evening in Paris cologne and powder,
necessities in her life.
Before bed, silver bun, brown braids unwound,
cascading down our backs,
she led our nightly ritual,
one hundred strokes with the brush,
Jergen’s lotion on the elbows.
Leaving for school in the morning
she would remind me,
“Remember whose granddaughter you are.”
How could I forget?
Kay Cox
8/2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
She isn't mad, just meowing which she did a lot of at first but now she has gained a little weight and the scrape on her chin is well, she just purrs a lot. Susan and Bob came to pick her up this morning and she took right to them. I'm so happy to have found a wonderful home for her. She is a precious kitty and a lucky one at that.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Look what we have here...
Last weekend while working on my computer I heard a definite little meowing at my window. I looked through the shutters and there was this cute little thing staring back at me saying, "Please, please, I'm hungry, tired and thirsty. Won't you please help me?" Well, who in the world could pass this up? So I went out and picked her up as she purred and meowed some more. I brought her some water and cat food not intending that she should come inside as I wasn't sure how Slick and Peanut, resident male cats would take to her. That worked pretty well until my 13yr old granddaughter who adores anything with four legs or fins came over. Then the cat came inside to a little bedroom while we discussed what to do with her. Taylor suggested taking her to the Bay Area Exotic Pets in La Porte where she hangs out a lot. So into the pet carrier tiny Allie (Taylor had to name her) went. Before leaving we set the carrier on the floor for a minute and Peanut proceeded to hiss and growl, not a happy camper at sharing even briefly. At the pet store the owner said she would take her if we cleared up a little scrape on her chin. She was obviously not a feral cat as she sought out humans and demanded attention. And she took to the litter box immediately. So we brought her back home to doctor her wound with anti-biotic cream and to see if we could fatten her up. She was really hungry and has eaten a lot. She took to a little cat tent we had right away and fell sound asleep after eating. Taylor took a nap with her later with Allie tucked up against her neck. So then the project became finding a home for her. And wonderfully after posting a note on Facebook, a wonderful friend became interested. She came by today to take a look and it was mutual love at first sight. Allie will go to her new home on Saturday and we are all so pleased and grateful that she will go to a wonderful, caring couple who will give her lots of love and attention. Happy ending to this story....waaaahoooo!Thursday, August 05, 2010
At last I am back in the studio and working on some stuff. I gathered up a few Ampersand panels on sale really cheap at the University Co-op last fall when we were in Austin for the football game. I hadn't used these before and find I really like the firm surface for collage. So here goes and we will see what else develops. The muse is calling, now let's see if I can deliver. I'll take a break, go to the gym and then come back to it and see if it needs more work.Saturday, July 24, 2010
Limited apparel
There was a thing on TV and then on the Internet about a woman's book about limting one's wardrobe to 6 interchangeable pieces of clothing. Thank god she included a pair of blue jeans as I would never be able to imagine life without them. When I went to Australia to teach for six months, I took one suitcase of clothing and a footlocker of teaching materials and books. I lived out of that suitcase for six months. Only had to buy a heavier jacket and warmer socks (cold there in July) and a couple of T-shirts when it got warmer. But I will have to say I was pretty tired of the clothes when I got home and it was winter all over again.
The Australian faculty dressed a little nicer than we did in the States and I had one cab driver tell me he thought I was a student because I dressed like one. Oh well, I was a great lecturer and fortunately in the art department no one particularly cares what you wear. But I can say that after 6 months in the same clothes I was really tired of them and then having to continue wearing them because I came home to winter again was the pits.
Yes, I learned I can do with a lot less but Not for months...6 weeks easily but not months. And I do tend to hang on to favorites for a very long time. I am wearing a Blue Fish top that is 20 years old and have other Blue Fish pieces in my closet that old or older. I still love them and wear them. And they certainly mix and match...expensive to buy but when you spread the cost over 20 years, it isn't much per wearing. And I do have a basic jersey travel wardrobe that never wrinkles and will roll up in a ball to pack. Great stuff. It is the dress up stuff that I should eliminate from my closet...I never go anywhere that requires dressy stuff.
I've tried taking my beautiful Mother of the groom dress to the resale shop and they said it was out of style. But how does a simple straight blue dress with a beaded neckline ever go out of style? Oh well, it's been donated and now some lucky tall lady is going to have a beautiful blue dress to wear to a wedding.
The Australian faculty dressed a little nicer than we did in the States and I had one cab driver tell me he thought I was a student because I dressed like one. Oh well, I was a great lecturer and fortunately in the art department no one particularly cares what you wear. But I can say that after 6 months in the same clothes I was really tired of them and then having to continue wearing them because I came home to winter again was the pits.
Yes, I learned I can do with a lot less but Not for months...6 weeks easily but not months. And I do tend to hang on to favorites for a very long time. I am wearing a Blue Fish top that is 20 years old and have other Blue Fish pieces in my closet that old or older. I still love them and wear them. And they certainly mix and match...expensive to buy but when you spread the cost over 20 years, it isn't much per wearing. And I do have a basic jersey travel wardrobe that never wrinkles and will roll up in a ball to pack. Great stuff. It is the dress up stuff that I should eliminate from my closet...I never go anywhere that requires dressy stuff.
I've tried taking my beautiful Mother of the groom dress to the resale shop and they said it was out of style. But how does a simple straight blue dress with a beaded neckline ever go out of style? Oh well, it's been donated and now some lucky tall lady is going to have a beautiful blue dress to wear to a wedding.
Monday, July 19, 2010
What to Remember When Waking
WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING
In that first
hardly noticed
moment
to which you wake,
coming back
to this life
from the other
more secret,
moveable
and frighteningly
honest
world
where everything
began,
there is a small
opening
into the new day
which closes
the moment
you begin
your plans.
What you can plan
is too small
for you to live.
What you can live
wholeheartedly
will make plans
enough
for the vitality
hidden in your sleep.
To be human
is to become visible
while carrying
what is hidden
as a gift to others.
To remember
the other world
in this world
is to live in your
true inheritance.
You are not
a troubled guest
on this earth,
you are not
an accident
amidst other accidents
you were invited
from another and greater
night
than the one
from which
you have just emerged.
Now, looking through
the slanting light
of the morning
window toward
the mountain
presence
of everything
that can be,
what urgency
calls you to your
one love? What shape
waits in the seed
of you to grow
and spread
its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting
in the fertile sea?
In the trees
beyond the house?
In the life
you can imagine
for yourself?
In the open
and lovely
white page
on the waiting desk?
~ David Whyte ~
(The House of Belonging)
In that first
hardly noticed
moment
to which you wake,
coming back
to this life
from the other
more secret,
moveable
and frighteningly
honest
world
where everything
began,
there is a small
opening
into the new day
which closes
the moment
you begin
your plans.
What you can plan
is too small
for you to live.
What you can live
wholeheartedly
will make plans
enough
for the vitality
hidden in your sleep.
To be human
is to become visible
while carrying
what is hidden
as a gift to others.
To remember
the other world
in this world
is to live in your
true inheritance.
You are not
a troubled guest
on this earth,
you are not
an accident
amidst other accidents
you were invited
from another and greater
night
than the one
from which
you have just emerged.
Now, looking through
the slanting light
of the morning
window toward
the mountain
presence
of everything
that can be,
what urgency
calls you to your
one love? What shape
waits in the seed
of you to grow
and spread
its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting
in the fertile sea?
In the trees
beyond the house?
In the life
you can imagine
for yourself?
In the open
and lovely
white page
on the waiting desk?
~ David Whyte ~
(The House of Belonging)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
This on the BP Oil Spill
This from the Daily OM and it carries me through the helpless feelings:
On the very bright side, never in peace time history has there been such a gallant effort, by so many people, spending so many billions of dollars with no end in sight, to rapidly clean up your environment.
Never before have numerous heads of state and representatives of a corporation as large as many smaller nations, pledged to work together, sharing expertise and resources to get a job done.
Never before have so many prayer and meditation groups suddenly formed, amongst and in between every religion and those belonging to none, to foster healing of your precious planet.
Never before have finger pointers, conspiracy theorists, and blame mongers been so idle and unnecessary in the face of such a tragedy.
Never before have industry titans across every sea chosen to reexamine their own safety procedures, revisit their own environmental safeguards, and expend their own fortunes to voluntarily reflect upon and demand that they do an even better job from this day forward.
And to top it all off, your planet has a loving, brilliant consciousness all her own, and of her countless balancing acts, healing herself is one in which she truly shines.
Of this, and so much more, you can be very, very proud.
Yee-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The Universe
On the very bright side, never in peace time history has there been such a gallant effort, by so many people, spending so many billions of dollars with no end in sight, to rapidly clean up your environment.
Never before have numerous heads of state and representatives of a corporation as large as many smaller nations, pledged to work together, sharing expertise and resources to get a job done.
Never before have so many prayer and meditation groups suddenly formed, amongst and in between every religion and those belonging to none, to foster healing of your precious planet.
Never before have finger pointers, conspiracy theorists, and blame mongers been so idle and unnecessary in the face of such a tragedy.
Never before have industry titans across every sea chosen to reexamine their own safety procedures, revisit their own environmental safeguards, and expend their own fortunes to voluntarily reflect upon and demand that they do an even better job from this day forward.
And to top it all off, your planet has a loving, brilliant consciousness all her own, and of her countless balancing acts, healing herself is one in which she truly shines.
Of this, and so much more, you can be very, very proud.
Yee-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The Universe
Monday, July 12, 2010
Busted!
For years now I have had an ongoing relationship (I no longer call it a battle) with the squirrels that call our yard and those surrounding their home. I have tried several "squirrel proof" bird feeders, this being the latest. 
At least one of the six or seven that regularly visit attempt to grab what they can from the feeders, not satified with the spread of critter food that I put out on the table for them. This little guy made it into the feeder and was having quite a feast until he spied me. To reach this feeder he had to jump from an electric wire onto the roof of the garage, hang off the gutter and hopefully land on the top of the feeder. Don't tell me these guys are dumb and their acrobatics keep our cats very entertained as they stand on guard at our French doors to the patio.
At least one of the six or seven that regularly visit attempt to grab what they can from the feeders, not satified with the spread of critter food that I put out on the table for them. This little guy made it into the feeder and was having quite a feast until he spied me. To reach this feeder he had to jump from an electric wire onto the roof of the garage, hang off the gutter and hopefully land on the top of the feeder. Don't tell me these guys are dumb and their acrobatics keep our cats very entertained as they stand on guard at our French doors to the patio.Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Here is more of Maggie Black...she really is a beautiful paint and Kate is such a happy camper having her own horse. It has boosted her confidence as a rider. This is our last day in Charlotte...tomorrow we leave for Birmingham...our son left this morning. Maybe we will take the kids to the movies today. Right now they are absorbed in books and Yugios.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Meeting Maggie Black
This is Maggie Black whom my granddaughter introduced me to. She is 14 years old and an awesome mare and Kate is just thrilled to have her very own horse. I am so happy for her. She is living out the dream I had when I was her age. What is it about little girls and horses? Maggie trots, cantors and jumps which to Kate's delight and accomplished horsemanship. So many afternoons are spent at the barn now that school is out. How they plan to move Maggie to Birmingham I'm not sure but they have already found a nice barn for her. Kate's cousin, Olivia, is visiting and she is a wonderful teacher for Kate and they share their love of horses. The weather here has been amazing....in the 50's at night. Tonight we will go out on the boat to watch fireworks over the water. Truly an American celebration complete with family, burgers, hot dogs and beer.Friday, July 02, 2010
On the road with the old guy
We're old but not so old to tackle a long road trip. I do the driving as DH doesn't see or hear very well and he can't remember shit. He's in the early stages of Alzheimer's and sometimes he seems altogether and right on but then there are times when he gets a little off the wall. The plan was to go first to Birmingham, spend a night or two with our son and get up early and head to Charlotte. And so far that part has worked, sorta. And I sometimes forget that he doesn't remember anything short term. No remarks about that, okay?
So when I tell him something and expect him to follow through and nothing happens, I get frustrated. When I get frustrated, he gets frustrated so picture hours in the car together.
I was super busy the weekend before our departure...two days of workshop, a critique group, church, arranging to be gone stuff, etc. Saturday was filled with workshop and the movers at our friends, the Pannetts. Ken volunteered to take Bob out of the house and off to lunch while the movers were going through the house. Bob has Parkinson's and just isn't very mobile at this point.
I made sure we were both got up on medications and clean clothes. DH's clothes were selected...shirts hanging in the closet, pants, socks, underwear shoes piled on the floor next to his suitcase, his usual habit preparing for a trip. My suitcase was filling up. We were leaving about 7 in the morning and facing a 10 hour drive. Ken announced the night before he was ready and loaded his suitcase in the car. I waited until the next morning. We loaded up suitcases, computers, and some iced down drinks. Daughter had agreed to feed the cats and off we went.
The drive was totally uneventful. I 10 to 59 and headed north. Clouds were rolling in the sky as we rolled along the countryside through lush green forest. But about 30 miles south of Birmingham it started raining...I mean, pouring. That is when I came to realize that my passenger was not going to function well as a navigator. Duh! So white-knuckled I made it and managed to call my son whom we managed to find in the traffic and followed him to his apartment. I was exhausted. Before dark Chris took us on a tour to some of the houses they had been looking at...gorgeous neighborhoods in Birmingham and then to dinner at The Fish Market...fried green tomatoes...yummm. We hadn't stopped for lunch and two glasses of wine later I was getting a bit tipsy. But the clencher of the evening was when DH said he couldn't find his clothes. A search of his suitcase and the car revealed no pants, no shirts. What in the hell did he do with them between the time they were on the floor to go in his suitcase and when we got in the car? Another big realization for me that the Alz is progressing. Yikes! But he shrugged it off saying, "I needed some new jeans anyway." So after dinner I bought him some jeans and a shirt.
But wait, the story gets funnier. While searching for his clothes in the car, DH found a bag of prescription drugs under the front passenger seat. Not his, not mine but Bob Pannett's. Oh geez, his wife must be frantic trying to figure out what happened to them in the move. I called her as we drove out of Birm toward Charlotte and agreed to ship them overnight at the first opportunity.
The first opportunity was some little town in Alabama where they had a Cracker Barrel. We stopped for breakfast and asked the waitress if there was a postoffice nearby. "Well, sure, honey, there's one just down the road on the left." Yay! So next stop the little bitty Post Office. We walked in and started looking at boxes and a voice from behind called "I can do that for you, mam." I could have kissed him...actually he was tall, very good looking with multiple interesting tatoos and an earring. He was soooo nice....took the bag of drugs, created a box, taped it up and handed me a form to fill in. About $30 bucks later, mission completed and we traveled on feeling good that we had taken care of that. Small town America is still just so fine!
We stopped in Spartanburg for lunch with dear friend, DeAnne. God but it was so good to see her again and catch up if even for an hour. We went to high school together and lived next door to each other while starting UT. She is doing well and still trying to sell her Colorado Springs house. Dang, wish we could buy it for a summer home...it is darling and in a great location close to downtown.
As we approached Charlotte on 85 the radio said there had been a terrible wreck on the Catawba River bridge between a tour bus and an 18 wheeler...all four lanes were shut down. Holy shit again. DH took out what maps we had to search for an alternative. Clueless. I'm white knuckled and stressed. Traffic was at a stand still for miles and the radio said it would be hours before it would be cleared...multiple injuries, Life Flight, etc. We inched and inched and finally made it to exit 22 where I saw the 18 wheelers headed. I thought...FOLLOW THE TRUCKS! and I did and found an alternate route. After several wrong turns we finally managed to find another route across the river and get back onto 85. It had taken us 4 hours to go about 30 miles. We missed the kids swim meet but found a beer, unloaded the car and collapsed. What a trip so far! Today we are just chilling!
So when I tell him something and expect him to follow through and nothing happens, I get frustrated. When I get frustrated, he gets frustrated so picture hours in the car together.
I was super busy the weekend before our departure...two days of workshop, a critique group, church, arranging to be gone stuff, etc. Saturday was filled with workshop and the movers at our friends, the Pannetts. Ken volunteered to take Bob out of the house and off to lunch while the movers were going through the house. Bob has Parkinson's and just isn't very mobile at this point.
I made sure we were both got up on medications and clean clothes. DH's clothes were selected...shirts hanging in the closet, pants, socks, underwear shoes piled on the floor next to his suitcase, his usual habit preparing for a trip. My suitcase was filling up. We were leaving about 7 in the morning and facing a 10 hour drive. Ken announced the night before he was ready and loaded his suitcase in the car. I waited until the next morning. We loaded up suitcases, computers, and some iced down drinks. Daughter had agreed to feed the cats and off we went.
The drive was totally uneventful. I 10 to 59 and headed north. Clouds were rolling in the sky as we rolled along the countryside through lush green forest. But about 30 miles south of Birmingham it started raining...I mean, pouring. That is when I came to realize that my passenger was not going to function well as a navigator. Duh! So white-knuckled I made it and managed to call my son whom we managed to find in the traffic and followed him to his apartment. I was exhausted. Before dark Chris took us on a tour to some of the houses they had been looking at...gorgeous neighborhoods in Birmingham and then to dinner at The Fish Market...fried green tomatoes...yummm. We hadn't stopped for lunch and two glasses of wine later I was getting a bit tipsy. But the clencher of the evening was when DH said he couldn't find his clothes. A search of his suitcase and the car revealed no pants, no shirts. What in the hell did he do with them between the time they were on the floor to go in his suitcase and when we got in the car? Another big realization for me that the Alz is progressing. Yikes! But he shrugged it off saying, "I needed some new jeans anyway." So after dinner I bought him some jeans and a shirt.
But wait, the story gets funnier. While searching for his clothes in the car, DH found a bag of prescription drugs under the front passenger seat. Not his, not mine but Bob Pannett's. Oh geez, his wife must be frantic trying to figure out what happened to them in the move. I called her as we drove out of Birm toward Charlotte and agreed to ship them overnight at the first opportunity.
The first opportunity was some little town in Alabama where they had a Cracker Barrel. We stopped for breakfast and asked the waitress if there was a postoffice nearby. "Well, sure, honey, there's one just down the road on the left." Yay! So next stop the little bitty Post Office. We walked in and started looking at boxes and a voice from behind called "I can do that for you, mam." I could have kissed him...actually he was tall, very good looking with multiple interesting tatoos and an earring. He was soooo nice....took the bag of drugs, created a box, taped it up and handed me a form to fill in. About $30 bucks later, mission completed and we traveled on feeling good that we had taken care of that. Small town America is still just so fine!
We stopped in Spartanburg for lunch with dear friend, DeAnne. God but it was so good to see her again and catch up if even for an hour. We went to high school together and lived next door to each other while starting UT. She is doing well and still trying to sell her Colorado Springs house. Dang, wish we could buy it for a summer home...it is darling and in a great location close to downtown.
As we approached Charlotte on 85 the radio said there had been a terrible wreck on the Catawba River bridge between a tour bus and an 18 wheeler...all four lanes were shut down. Holy shit again. DH took out what maps we had to search for an alternative. Clueless. I'm white knuckled and stressed. Traffic was at a stand still for miles and the radio said it would be hours before it would be cleared...multiple injuries, Life Flight, etc. We inched and inched and finally made it to exit 22 where I saw the 18 wheelers headed. I thought...FOLLOW THE TRUCKS! and I did and found an alternate route. After several wrong turns we finally managed to find another route across the river and get back onto 85. It had taken us 4 hours to go about 30 miles. We missed the kids swim meet but found a beer, unloaded the car and collapsed. What a trip so far! Today we are just chilling!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sandy's leaving, boo hoo!
I co-hosted a going away party for my friend, Sandy Pannett, and her husband, Bob. This is a picture of 3 of the Fearsome Foursome who suffered through grad school together. Jane Haley is seated, I'm in the middle (duh!) and Sandy is on the right. Sandy is also my neighbor 5 doors down until Saturday when she and her husband move to Tyler, Texas. I am SO going to miss her...she has been my rock on many occasions and vice-versa. I wish them well on this new adventure but am really sad to see them go. We've been good friends since 1981 and still will be but she won't be a short walk away for sure.In grad school Sandy was a widow, single mom with 3 teen boys so after class we would go to her house nearby and giggle and scream and talk about all the crazy stuff that was going on. With Sue Verso who now lives in Baltimore, we managed to support each other all the way to MAs and after as we launched into our careers. The Fearsome Foursome still keep in touch and always will hold each other in our hearts.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
So much for the waistline
I seldom bake but I've got a thing for rhubarb ever since I had some rhubarb cobbler one summer in Crested Butte, Colorado while training with Virginia Satir. Virginia had a thing for rhubarb and had discovered a wild patch one summer outside a crumbling house near an abandoned mine high up in the Rockies. She loved picking wild rhubarb each summer and now I'm hooked. BUT the problem is ever finding fresh rhubarb in any of the local stores so I have to be content with frozen which is a poor substitute but what's a girl gonna do? So today I made strawberry/rhubarb crisp with fresh strawberries, frozen rhubarb and an oatmeal topping....so good hot with vanilla ice cream. No calories here, huh!
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Wheeeee!
It's been a while since I ventured back into the art world and lo and behold, I've won a first prize in the 2 Dimension mixed media category and 2nd prize in the 3 D category in the annual Summer Juried Show of the Galveston Art League. I'll try to get pictures to post. The gallery has come back from Ike with a great rennovation and it looks great! And Art Walk is bringing over a thousand through it's door. Awesome!!!
It is always a boost to the muse to have a competant juror say she/he likes your work. Now back to the studio.
I helped with the registration for the show and we had 177 entries...more than ever which is great and we are attracting artists from a greater distance which means we get more diversity and better quality.
It is always a boost to the muse to have a competant juror say she/he likes your work. Now back to the studio.
I helped with the registration for the show and we had 177 entries...more than ever which is great and we are attracting artists from a greater distance which means we get more diversity and better quality.
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