House Guests :)

  • November 27, 2017
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My house guests are arriving today for two weeks. See you on the flip side!

Busy Busy

  • November 20, 2017
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Soon I’ll have house guests visiting for two weeks. I’ll be happy to see them, but it doesn’t mean everything else stops. I’m sure everyone is familiar with the concept. Cleaning, shopping, and a lot of other preparation falls into the space I call “time,” and whatever I normally have planned gets pushed to the side.

Add to that this week’s final exam in American Sign Language, Level 1. I had a mild panic attack when the teacher gave us homework that counts as part of the exam—videoing myself signing answers to a set of questions. It’s amazing how tangled my fingers get. (I know, I know, I put more pressure on myself than the teacher does.)

So my writing is one of the things that’s going to be pushed aside for a bit. It doesn’t make me happy, but it is what it is. It happens to all writers, and readers understand because they have the same issue with their time and reading.

Life happens. It’s all right.

LEGOs as I’ve Never Seen Them

  • November 13, 2017
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The only thing I’ve ever been able to create with LEGOs are stairs and walls. Wheels? Poles? I’d stare at them while my friends blithely created wagons. What about you? Were you able to get creative with them? Do you now?

I visited the LEGO display at the Staten Island Mall in NY and got blown away by the detail and ingenuity displayed. Here’s some of what I saw.

And the back:

I couldn’t resist showing a closeup of one part–the detail astounds me:

A side view:

And finally:

There were more pieces, each one unique. They were pieces of art hidden inside a children’s toy. Should the exhibit come around to you, head for the mall. It’s worth it.

Up in the Adirondacks

  • November 06, 2017
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I spent a long weekend in the Central Adirondacks with a group of friends. It was exactly what I needed, the catching up, the laughter, and especially, those mountains surrounding me.

Day two began with a power outage that lasted most of the morning, and we fortified ourselves with cold cereal and muffins. By the afternoon, everyone was out, either hiking on trails, puttering along the lakes in a motor boat, or hanging out in their own cabins. I sat at the table in my cabin and began writing. The mountain facing me radiated absolute quiet but not silence. Peace steeped my bones, and my pen worked diligently across the page.

There wasn’t time to do a lot of writing, but that moment of solitude and clarity was the spark. At least it worked better than me trying to light the fireplace. For the record, what you’re seeing in the photo below is the newspaper burning. Alas, the logs were too damp to catch on. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

There isn’t much more to say except yes, it was hard to leave.

But here’s someone who was glad to see me when I returned home. And thankfully, the writing spark is still going strong.

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