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Jeanne's Pondering: Another Christmas
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Friday, December 21, 2007. There used to be another time when Christmas was a joy. A time for family and friends, shopping, cookies baked galore. The house was warm and cozy and had lights of every hue. The scent of pine and peppermint added to the spirit, too. The kids checked their list to Santa for toys just so precise. Forgetting how the "naughties" may just outweigh the "nice". The kids don't get together, they have ...
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Jeanne's Pondering: May 2006
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Tuesday, May 23, 2006. If the path was covered by snow piled high. And if a cold wind blew,. If the yellow light from a naked bulb,. Threw shadows of a ghastly hue. If holes in the shoes let snow seep through. Numbing the inside part,. If the wind's sharp sting 'gainst so small a thing. Could stop a beating heart. If time crept slowly o'er those days,. And from those days came years,. If winter would not yield to spring,.
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Jeanne's Pondering: Artist Trading Cards
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Saturday, February 02, 2008. Making ATC's is a very individual undertaking. After being taught to make them, I began the slow process of trying to put together something appealing. Eventually, I was creating ATC's with the best of 'em! It worked like a charm. One side of my living room wall had been bare for some time. Now I had just the thing to decorate that wall. Using some greenery and side mirrors, I was very...Thing...
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Jeanne's Pondering: When We Were Young
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Tuesday, March 27, 2007. When We Were Young. He didn't answer but continued to scratch and mumble under his breath. I so much wanted to laugh but reconsidered when I saw the look on his face. The squirming, twitching and itching reached a fever pitch when he seemed to lose all control. He finally yelled at me, "Jeanne, what the hell have you done to my underwear? I was dumbstruck. What did he mean? What did you do? There ...
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Jeanne's Pondering: To Pick Up A Pencil
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Tuesday, September 26, 2006. To Pick Up A Pencil. While having breakfast this morning, I sat with Danny's book in one hand and a sandwich in the other. I had bought a large purse several weeks ago that would easily carry my sketch book, a tin of 12 very nice colored pencils, 3 pencils for sketching, and Danny's book. I felt "ready" to draw and yet, I never did. I just read and reread and carried my supplies. I do hope tha...
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Jeanne's Pondering: Hmmm - - what to draw
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Saturday, January 12, 2008. Hmmm - - what to draw. There are millions of things in the world to draw. Me? As I felt Mr. Sandman hoovering above me, I knew that I had to make a choice. What to draw - - what to draw - - what to draw. Then, I had it! Slowly, I moved one foot from under the cozy comforter. I'd draw a foot! And it's just fine, Jeanne! You should feel very proud of yourself for getting your art underway. Your l...
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Jeanne's Pondering: December 2007
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Friday, December 21, 2007. There used to be another time when Christmas was a joy. A time for family and friends, shopping, cookies baked galore. The house was warm and cozy and had lights of every hue. The scent of pine and peppermint added to the spirit, too. The kids checked their list to Santa for toys just so precise. Forgetting how the "naughties" may just outweigh the "nice". The kids don't get together, they have ...
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Jeanne's Pondering: January 2008
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Tuesday, January 15, 2008. Imagine living in this remote, desolate place. The solitude is deafening. No wind blows, no birds sing. How long has the tree stood here? The tree's leaves are gone and the branches look frail - unhealthy. Overcast skies add to the gloom. Not a bit of color touches the place. Imagine spending every day the same as the day before. Would this not make anyone unhealthy? Saturday, January 12, 2008.
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Jeanne's Pondering: September 2006
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Tuesday, September 26, 2006. To Pick Up A Pencil. While having breakfast this morning, I sat with Danny's book in one hand and a sandwich in the other. I had bought a large purse several weeks ago that would easily carry my sketch book, a tin of 12 very nice colored pencils, 3 pencils for sketching, and Danny's book. I felt "ready" to draw and yet, I never did. I just read and reread and carried my supplies. Things I love...
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Jeanne's Pondering: Lonely Tree
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Thoughts, ideas, memories, poetry, short stories and some very elementary sketches. Tuesday, January 15, 2008. Imagine living in this remote, desolate place. The solitude is deafening. No wind blows, no birds sing. How long has the tree stood here? The tree's leaves are gone and the branches look frail - unhealthy. Overcast skies add to the gloom. Not a bit of color touches the place. Imagine spending every day the same as the day before. Would this not make anyone unhealthy? Hmmm - - what to draw.
