1. Mission accomplished. Joe and I have had so many false starts getting to the ocean this year. Finally we landed on Virginia Beach last Tuesday where we were warmly hosted to mix vacation time with some low key business meetings. With my recent ankle injury, I couldn’t walk the beach, but could limp to […]
This time he brought his trash pincher, purchased from the Dollar Store. With his pincher in one hand and his white cane in the other, he walked up the dirt road off the Blue Ridge Parkway like he meant serious business. Because his eyesight is limited, I called out the alert when I spotted a […]
Today I turned a trick for a printer power cord, or at least that’s the way I felt after being on the phone with HP customer service for nearly an hour; after wading through confusing menus cheerily spoken by automated Stepford Wives; after using a magnifying glass to read and the then repeat a slew […]
The day after my son, Josh, packed up the Home Town Pottery Show pots that had been displayed all over my house, I set up a Christmas card station on one of the newly available table tops. My policy on Christmas cards is that if I’m going to take the time to send one I […]
Waking up the Monday after Thanksgiving, the first thing I see is a foggy grey scene out my window. There are no leaves left on the trees. I remember that December’s Museletter is still spread out on my kitchen table and the scraps of paper from cutting and pasting it are still all over the […]
I worked all weekend. For nine years I provided full-time foster care for an adult with physical and developmental disabilities. Now I do it occasionally to give other providers respite. On Sunday I put in a full day. We went to the Beaver Pond on the Blue Ridge Parkway with a packed picnic lunch. After […]
The big event of the day yesterday was the Stanley Steemer guys coming over to steam clean my twenty-three year old burnt orange carpet. In the fifteen years we’ve lived in our cabin, I’ve washed the carpet once. After renting a steamer and doing the work myself, I decided I didn’t want to do it […]
I believe in the blue bird of happiness, which is why my journal has a picture of one glued to the inside cover. My latest journal is three years old. It’s fraying at the edges, putting on some pounds around the middle from me stuffing it full of ink marks, scraps of paper between pages, […]
Even a shopping list is interesting once it’s a few years old. ~ Colleen talking to Josh about collage journaling. Unedited Journal entry from January 3, 2003: The New Year doesn’t excite me, in the same way a birthday doesn’t anymore. It signals the passing of more time and a new number to get used […]
Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head, Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late… ~ The Beatles I wrote a few bios for my poet friends for the upcoming Hafla we’ll each be reading poetry at. One friend was at work […]
My husband is a counselor, a soccer coach, a hunter. He practices martial arts and yoga and has just completed a last class for his Master’s Degree. Sometimes during the week, we hardly really see each other. We’re both independent and involved in our pursuits and passions (in my case, sometimes obsessively), which is why […]
I followed the muse into town today. It came in the form of a pink pick-up truck with a license plate that said “FARM USE,” but I read it as “FAR MUSE.” The truck was moving slowly, and I was worried I’d be late. I was meeting Ginnie from Golden Daze for breakfast at the […]
