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Abundance: March 2013
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013. We received the phone call in the wee hours of the morning the night before we were scheduled to leave on vacation. Glynn's 86 year old mother fell, breaking her hip. Surgery was successful. A heart murmur was detected and treated. This may be what has been causing her frequent dizzy spells and falls. Ellen was moved to rehab yesterday and the arduous task of getting her up and moving will begin today. Here is a result of yesterday's therapy: creating. Links to this post. My ca...
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Abundance: April 2013
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Wednesday, April 17, 2013. Horrific violence. Lives lost. Limbs severed. Flesh punctured. Dreams shattered. And on it goes and goes and goes. In the hours (and days) after a tragic event, we are inundated with reminders of the violent act. The same footage is shown again and again. I could likely mimic Bill Iffrig from Lake Stevens, WA as he stumbled and fell when hit by the percussion of the bomb blast while he ran the Boston marathon. But, I would rather put it out of my mind altogether. So day 5 of 'a...
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Abundance: and life goes on....
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Sunday, May 26, 2013. And life goes on. The task of caring for an aging (ailing) parent is gargantuan. And our (aging parent) doesn't even reside with us. It is a tender duty filled with moments of poignancy. We laugh - a lot. Thankfully, Ellen is a good sport and laughs along with us. So with Glynn and I feeling a bit frayed around the edges since his mom's hip fracture in March, April's terror attack in Boston, the deadly tornado in Oklahoma, not to mention the I-5 bridge collapse last week, I've certa...
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Abundance: August 2012
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Sunday, August 12, 2012. The above images are of a scrub jay. Alive and dead. Beautiful to behold but annoying in every other way. Not only does the scrub jay have a screeching, taunting squawk but they are marauding in nature and FEAST ON HEN'S EGGS. *@%$! Imagine my surprise this morning when I let my hens out to find a dead scrub jay on the floor of their coop! The thief met his fate - three angry, hen pecking (literally) female fowls in a foul mood! My new motto: Do not mess with a hen and her eggs.
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Abundance: Pound cake with rhubarb compote
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Saturday, April 13, 2013. Pound cake with rhubarb compote. So day 5 of 'acute' bronchitis and I'm climbing the walls out of boredom in between bouts of napping, coughing and wishing I had a new set of bronchial tubes. Glancing through a magazine in the doctor's office yesterday I came upon this recipe. (Yes, I'm one of those magazine page thieves. I can. Justify my actions.) Rhubarb delights me as does pound cake. April 13, 2013 at 6:42 PM. Your watercolor is wonderful! Your dessert looks amazing! View m...
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Abundance: October 2013
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013. As I pass, my friend the birch nods its head and turns slightly. Its leaves are tinged with just the slightest hint of yellow. I wonder how it will fare - autumn is coming. But the birch is having none of that. It waves its arms in rhythm with the wind. 'You worry too much, it laughs. Wait till you see the song I sing right before winter.'". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Dennis and Jen Benjamin. Grandma Smith turns 80. Fun with my sons.
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Abundance: A memorable experience
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Friday, September 20, 2013. I've been underground for nearly one hour in a 44 degree environment. My hands are cold yet I'm sweating in my jacket because exploring this 1.7 million year old cave proves to be a bit strenuous. Our of our group, an older gentleman named Arnie, asks permission to play his harmonica. "Oh yes! Says Emily, our guide. "The acoustics in this room are incredible.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend, saying yes to the journey, all...
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Abundance: Autumn
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013. As I pass, my friend the birch nods its head and turns slightly. Its leaves are tinged with just the slightest hint of yellow. I wonder how it will fare - autumn is coming. But the birch is having none of that. It waves its arms in rhythm with the wind. 'You worry too much, it laughs. Wait till you see the song I sing right before winter.'". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Dennis and Jen Benjamin. Grandma Smith turns 80. I broke the internet.
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Abundance: September 2012
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Thursday, September 27, 2012. I have been enjoying (and marveling) over the items for sale in this 1957 Montgomery Ward catalog. Sears and Montgomery Ward catalogs were present in my house during my growing up years. I remember sitting on the couch with sister, Debbie, while perusing the girls section saying, 'If you had to wear an outfit on this page, which would you choose? And oh, happy day when the Christmas catalog arrived each winter! I feel myself gasping for breath just thinking about it. Our pos...
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Abundance: November 2012
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012. A girl can never have too much tape. My newest friend, washi tape. It was love at first use - in my art, on envelopes and packages. It would likely adorn my body if it was socially acceptable. Ephemera of any kind. Here is a box prettied up with bits and scraps of beautiful what-not and sent to a friend. My affections are varied. Vintage wallpaper has also stolen my heart. Another box. This is a poor photo of a pillow made for mom for her birthday. Links to this post. Two li...
