Friday, December 31, 2010


hey, wait just a tin pan minuet! wha' happened, where did it go? this is new year's eve and I am upset that i was sneaked up on. i hate new year's, it means nothing to me, except, i'm a year older. although year has been bad, the thing is, the progression of time will only get worse.
so, even though, i can't slow it down, time just does it's own. nothing to celebrate in the least.
so drop the ball, time already has.

Thursday, December 30, 2010


Isn't this sweet? this the drawing of santa's house Bright' made for me. Drawing seems to be somthing else we have in common.
The child needs all the love that comes her way.
I have write to her now. she very likely believes I have forgotten her.


I am now a step-great aunt. I have 2 greats of the otherwise. a neice and her brother a nephew.
The child is my younger brother's step-grand daughter. and he's delighted. He and the girl's grandmother had to resue 'bright'. the kid's father's female friend. was horribly abusing her. They didn't have photos, so the police said there was no evidence. That town is like that. If you are a working stiff, or of lower economic status, they don't bother.
Anyway, I only found out about her this summer past. I am writing to her, to help her self worth and her school work.
I sent her one of my drawings for Halloween. She reciprocated by sending this card for christmas and one of her drawings. Really sweet. she is doing better in school and not acting out too much. but, poor kid, can't blame her.
I owe her a letter. But, I did send her a doll for Christmas. My brother said 'bright' likes dolls too.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


The wheels of time have spun round 48 for us. that is how long we have been together. amazing.
my parents only made it to 42. I have a aunt and a cousin who made it to 50. I don't , we may make it. but, in our case, who cares? and nothing really to cele brate about. If we were both in health, ok. fine, but now? it doesn't matter.
Now, hb's brother and sister-in-law, have a good shot at it. they married two years after we best friend and her husband were married a year or two before us. that was way before we met.
so, here we are.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


Tis is a new picture I made for December. I will replace it with one in color soon. Her name is; Merri Winter. May she bring a very bright and cheerful Holiday Season.
here she is in color.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010


Long ago. there used to be seasonal crafts magazine published every year. I used buy a lot of them. Better Homes and Gardens, was a favorite.
In their December 1963 issue, were the plans and diagrams for a Tudor style doll house. Now the way it was originally imagined, there was an open layout.
the rooms were big enough for a child to get right into the house. the scale one twelfth. I looks to be big enough for 6" to 11.5" dolls.
I kept that issue, and dreamed over it, for quite awhile. Finally Iasked my Hb. if we could try to make one. He is so creative and artistic. We sat down, checked the scale and I decided to scale it down. Make it a 1/12th scale. that's 1 inch= 1foot.
Hb. went out, scrounged around in back of a couple of Appliance stores, until he located a large double thickness, re-enforced T.V. box. It was fun getting it home in back of my Buick.
--------------------I'm hacked-------------------------
-----------------one of those uninvited ads popped up on me.---again.
We were without an Internet connection for awhile, just got it back, using a different provider. that was fast.
We finally wrestled the box into the car and made it home. then wrestled the box out of the car and into the house. now, that was a BIG box. we spent several days, maybe few weeks, laying it all out. the cutting and fitting it all together. It was a lot of work, but, great fun.
the second picture is of the finished house. it was big. it was nice, it was fun.
thetop picture is of an exhibition of a few of my houses at Standford Research Center in Palo Alto, CA. the big is the one we made. the rest are vintage ones.
I had that Tudor for 20 yrs. finally sold it to a grandfater for his grand daughter.
if you go down to previous post. you'll see the plans.

tudor plans

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


And turkey was never used for the first banquet. Lots of venison though. My mom never liked venison. you want to know why? It tasted too 'gamey'.
so, when we were gifted, my dad, brother and I ate it.
what did you have?
Happy Thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


It was really nice. two weekends ago. My Hb's brother and wife flew all the way here just see my darling.we keep in touch. but we hadn't seen them since 1999.
we all got along rather well. I get along fine, but, long ago I must said or did something. because they have the idea, I'm an elitist.
This time, I pulled out a couple of pics of where I grew up. I showed them to hb's sister-in-law, and said, 'L, I know you always thought I was a city girl. not so."
here's where I was born and grew up. Actually, I'm a city raised,country girl"." I used to play with the kids whose fathers worked for my dad."
I never was aware of our difference in economic station. to me, there wasn't any 'station'. to me they were just playmates.
So, way back when I must have done something. I talked to L. a bit. A she came out because she is such a nice person. Hb's brother and wife are two very geberous and kind hearted.and said, that she never had either of my blogs. But her daughter did.
I have never, ever looked down on my sister-in-law. had too much respect for her.
I am very dismayed.
Maybe, I can yet rectify that.
Hb was dour, but so glad his brother came to see Hb. he is always surpised, when anyone is kind to him or does a kindness to him.
W & L said they may be able to come out next year. I hope so for Hb's sake.

Saturday, November 13, 2010



Monday, November 1, 2010


yeah, (snore) the Giants won somekind of tournament. now, just what does that prove?
oh, that's right. the owner made a lot of money.

Friday, October 29, 2010


October, comes again,
with bright golden leaves,
blustery with winds
and chill falling rain.
Frost has touched, the trees
in colors, carnival fair.
Ruddy apples, red and sweet.
hot pies to make,
spicey and neat.
pears, blushing at their best,
to can and bake, served up
with cream and cinnamon zest.
Halloween, A time of mystery
and magic. When the unexpected
may turn up.
you might see your future at
the bottom of your
cinnamon teacup.
Baroque carved pumpkins,
lighted on front verandas,
guiding small costumed
spirits, in their disguises.
from the residents,
seeking sweet surprises.
the cycle moon now,
arises. time to treat has
come and gone,
every goblin, elf and gnome
returns home.
the exciment is now over.
but, never fear.
October comes,
once, each year.

Thursday, October 7, 2010


Feeling rushed and dismayed.
what happened to all
the plans we made.
time, fleeting has gone by,
like the birds that
travel acrossthe sky.
at least the birds
have a the nack,
to know their track.
we know not the future trace,
even though we plan a pace.
looking foreward in anticipation,
searching in great expectation.
so much to do,
so much to see,
we only experienced half
of what we'd thought,.
the rest now can't be bought.
no I'm not distraught,
as I look back without a pain,
and realize all we've gained.
our golden time has been well spent.
all the lovely places where we went.
what we've seen and
how much we learned
experiences, to not be spurned.
some dreams, realized,
trails explored.
we were never bored.
Now I can look back,
all I've done and all I've seen,
I close my eyes,
and again,
remember all my dreams.

Friday, September 17, 2010


I wish something good would come around.
surely a pleasantness could be found.
some relief would be great.
what we deal with now,
leaves us in such a state.
Yes, I am upset,
such a lot to handle, yet,
no this is not a 'whine'.
I am just referring to this life
of mine.
To go shopping in a store,
because, there are times
shopping online can be bore.
Buying books after long pour,
is hard make up my mind,
so, no new book to find.
I try to draw in my sketching book.
but, no inspiration of any kind.
no matter where I look.
Oh, give me back a little life,
I'm tired of all this strife.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


In the streamimg stillness,
when the world lies dreaming,
through the Deep Blue night hours,
Comes a breath
that overpowers
all else around.
Bringing all into clairity.
Calm flows through the heart,
that gives the soul
a place to rest.
to recover a home
within one's breast.
hear a Night Hawk
in flight, winging
it's way through the night.
listen to an Owl in oak
resting it's wings.
The night brings forth
a number of things.
All the jumbled thoughts
of the day, find
a time and place to fit.
To renew the Chi,
to arrange them
in an orderly way,
which can't do during day.
Finding out where one is
and how to be.

Saturday, August 28, 2010


Ha, do any of you know what that means. I was going to use a different title. But it rhymes with my real name. So, I had to re-phrase it.
What it refers to in this instance, is, good grief, we now have a faster computer. I always was a lead foot, runs in the family. Well, not my Mom. Just the rest of us. My poor old tower computer, is setting in a dark and unused room. My Hb. and I were finally forced , into 21st cen. Most unwilling. But, we are getting the hang of it. I hate change. But, life is nothing change. I wish someone had told me that as soon as I could talk. I would have been better prepared.
However, it is a little more fun, to be faster. I can watch some of the videos. And DVDs. I watch movies. I am now looking for old movies. Real movies. Not, this supersilious, over done, artificial,
digital stuff. Sorry kids. I prefer my entertainment to have a strong story line.
Characters to care about. A content worth my time. Otherwise, if I want animation. I'll watch cartoons, or the colored, illustrated, papermedia.
Yes, I'm still talking 'computer'. I am able to do artwork with it. Original art, that only exists in the hard drive. If I want one I can print it out. But, that is really only a copy, the real one is only; 'vertual'. Saves waste.
With faster speed. I can order on the 'net. Very convenient, since I can no longer go to a mall or real store. Although, I love to browse-shop. I haven't been in a long time.
Something I always wanted, my own Library. I started collecting books. But, each time we moved, I had to sell some of my books, because we needed the money, and wanted to cut down on the weight and packing.
Since we moved here. I only have a few cases of books. I'm not collecting anymore. I borrow from the city library---because: I have a vertual Library. My computer. No dusting, no clutter and Hb. doesn't have to build more shelves. So, that wish has really come true. My Dad would have liked that. Mom would have loved the shopping connections.
The email is nice, but, not always. I only have person I trade handwrittern letters with. You know, when someone hand writes a USPS letter, it's always more personal. An email always seems edited, so as not reveal anything too personal, because email gets 'hacked' and I.D.'s stolen.
So, who will I watch to night? or shall I go to Project Gutenberg? Maybe check the news on Yahoo. Perhaps, drive myself nuts at eBay. Wow, choices, choices.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Life of is a journey, of the uncertain, unknowable, unforeseeable, obstacles. things we hope to be maybe found, or not. potholes so deep, we almost drown. a bump may seem a mountain, a mountain may turn out to only a bump. our perspective changes, but, we try to hope, to wish, and sometimes pray. but everything is a surprise. I HATE surprises. they are always nasty.
trying make a life worth living. a life that shows it was worthwhile to our parents for bearing us and raising us.
Well, here we are at this, and any quality of life is diminished. My Hb. has been diagnosed with ALS.
there is only a long list of 'can'ts'. very short list of; 'still able to'.
at least my IBS is over, so, I am able to be there for him.

Sunday, August 15, 2010


Days like leaves in the wind,
go blowing, drifting by.
sitting, unable to fill,
my day with meaning.
Too much pain,
can't think.
just trying--
I write a line,
the key says,'enter'.
enter ? where?
enter, what?
who is this? where did she come from?
My eyes ache. all over.
my hips -ache-
all over.
I have no desire to dwell on that.
Not, being able to create,
is a death for an artist.

Saturday, August 7, 2010


When I began blogging, I was only writing for a couple of friends, and a relative. If anyone else ran across it and read it, well, that would be a plus. I began in April-2006.
I never really knew if there were any readers, But, oh well. I was mainly telling life stories, as counterpoint to what life is like now.
The first time I was aware, that I was read occasionally, by a public person, was a direct reference to my blog about bullies I wrote. Evidently Dr. Phil has an aid who gleans for him.
One day, I just happened to surf by, and decided to stop and watch Dr.'s show. It was about 'bullies'. And he made a direct quote from my blog. I was delighted. SOMEbody noticed.
The next time , it Bill O'Reilly. During the election year. I just got so sick and tired of all the 'blathering' and childish mud slinging, that I wrote a blog about it, and whenever any coverage of the contest came on, I tuned away. I have heard it all.
Later, the next night. I was surfing as usual, ran across Bill's show, I stopped to see what he was discussing that night. And, doggone, darned if he wasn't talking about the subject of that blog.
As I am writing this, my Hb. reminded that Oprah had also read one my stories. I don't remember that one. It may have been the 'bully' one too.
Hah, two more articles turned up recently.
Did you see the one:"Birdsong", well, in our local paper, one of the columnists, must have it, because he wrote about what the songs mean and and how they sung. Robins are very romantic, and sweet talk the hen. The writer also listed a couple of books and some recordings available.
I meant to save that. But, I forgot which issue.
The latest blog borrower, must have seen my latest entry, about my sing washmachine. He must have went out, loaded his washer, and listened, because 'today' on yahoo, is vidieo about a guy whose machine sings and and has real musical beat. Nigh knocked me off my chair. No, I wasn't angry or shocked, I was just very amused.
So, people, sometimes it pays to surf, read the paper. Y ou might out about fans you never knew you.
I find it rather flattering.
Have a nice day, surfing.

Monday, July 26, 2010


Do your appliances sing to you? the refrigerator, the heater-A/C, hum show tunes, country? Washer, drier? How about the air cleaner. Just last night, I put some of my laundry in to wash.
later, I stopped and listened, darned if it didn't sound like the washer was singing: " wash that petticoat, wash that petticoat; pretty pretty coat, pretty petty Petticoat."
Isn't that a silly thing.
There is a word for that impression. Has something to do with rhythums, resonances, and motor balence. My Honeywell purofier does the same thing. I think it's built in on purpose, to save the machine. It may be has abuilt in ability to change the fan, so as not wear it out. As those things are on all day and night.

Monday, July 19, 2010


When we first moved to where we are now, I noticed a lot of songbirds. Really pretty, hearing them sing. Down in town, mostly just stupid annoying mocking birds. Shoot them all. No, you can't, no guns allowed in city limits.
Most of the little birds, I think are 'Phoebe' birds. sweet song. Even if they did wake us up at 5 in the AM.
But, before my Hb. chased them away, I taught them a new song. And now I can tell my flock from the other birds. I taught them: "sweet, sweet, pretty bird, pretty bird-sweet babee-e". They puzzle the other Phoebes, and those try to sing it, but, can't get the accent right.
Long ago, I had read about a guy, who went around studying the birds of this valley. The west birds had a different dialect, from the birds on the east side. I forget how many dialects he recorded. But, it was very informative.
So, That's why I did it. and it worked. Now there is a bird flock with a different dialect, that wasn't there before. We've been here 6 years, and there is a large number of my birds.
The Silverlight Phoebe

Saturday, July 17, 2010

LET THEM EAT CAKE---------------

Which cake master do you watch most? The one with incredibly embarrassing family? Or the real together Ace guy? And his supportive, talented friends.
Jersey perhaps has been around longest.
But, Baltimore, he keeps his cool. What? you dropped the cake? I'll take a look, and see what it will take to repair it.
That drama. Why does everything be a big deal. At least he has never had to stand by and watch his livelyhood burn to ashes. Just because you're family, doesn't mean anything. Most of the time, family employees are a trainwreck.
I've seen that too many times, up close and personal.
Ace, he does it because her loves it, and he has a lively creative mind. Each cake is completely different.
Ok, so Boss, went out and solicited a NASCAR life size cake. doesn't count. He went to them, not the other way round.
I do not care for Cupcake Wars. Dull idea..
I like cake. My Mom and I like cake, as did Dad and my two brothers. We used to bake cake three or four times a month. depended on how fast it was eaten.
But, back then, 'fancy' home cakes were de trope. You could buy them at a bakery, and you didn't mess up the kitchen.
What was funny though. when I went away to jr. college. At the dorm, our housemother, handed me the the cake and tubes of icing, and said. 'Well, since you are the artist, you can decorate the cake."
I was so surprised!! Then I laughed, "Well now, my very first personally commissioned, piece of art!!". one has to start somewhere."
So, for the next two years, I put the decorations on all and any, celebratory cakes, Mrs. Key made.
No, I've never worked in a bakery. As it turned out, I became a floral designer instead.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


A friend I made when in my 30's. We seem to have a lot in common. One of those connect, where one fills the spaces of the other one. A gal pal. Both our mother's had had cancer. Both still fighting it. We are both artistic. And most of all, at that, a kindred soul who had the same passion for dolls. Someone at last to 'play dolls' with. something we each never had as kid. We even put together a doll club of similar enthusiasm. We were in doll heaven. A real time of doll bliss. There were a community of local doll clubs and twice a year we would arrange an all clubs party. Then were local doll conferences. the national doll convention.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


A pleasant place to be.
To find the place
within my mind,
where the CHI
and heart resides.
the plugin to the
opening of connection
to 'that which is'
abides. where the soul
is refreshed, and renewed,
we find ourselves again.
guided to an eternal spring
rising from the depths
of the mountain under
willows, we cup our hands
and sip,
bringing sweet refreshment
to our lips.

Thursday, July 1, 2010


But, now it rings for different things. not, exactly as it was meant. someone has rather shifted, the meaning and the frame. the picture is not quite the same. Tom, Ben and John, today would wonder, where their dream had gone.
sad, now to view, the melting pot, has become puzzling stew, a goulash, a dreadful soup.
it would quite knock them for loop. a trouble they did not foresee, congress, no matter what they do or say, end up only wanting things--'their' way.
speeches, so grand, full of bombast, are made of hot air--only a short blast.
the experiment so grand, has very gotten out of hand. up a creek, no one has paddle, did anyone think to bring a horse--with the saddle?

Sunday, June 27, 2010


I never seem to have the talent to make friends. there was a couple of girls who were in my grade. we all went grade school together. but, soon as we hit Jr. high and high school, they dropped me, like I never existed. I am a nice person, maybe too nice one girl said. !!? I refused to be excluded in a lot of things. So, I just insinuated myself. Hated GYM. Lucille Crumb and I were always the last to be chosen. You know what, in a case like that. Just draw straws and choose the awkward ones first. Get the misery and embarrassment over with. Then you still have the choice of the adept players. Man, I hate sports. But I Like NASCAR though. When I was young, I could have outraced those yoyos, three to four times a year at least. I rather tended to have a fearless streak in me, like a guy.
I did it again. I digressed.
In Jr. college, lived the new dorm. Really liked it. They seemed to approve of me. Got along fine. Some of the girls asked if they could come spend a weekend with me at my home. sure, I just let Mom know. But, none of the associations lasted.
Later at State, I shared an apartment with Frieda whom I grew up with. so, never met anyone at school. our other roommate, by then we three had rented a three bedroom house. Really nice)
We joined a singles group at the Presbyterian church. Dated a few, never made friends with any girls. After Frieda married, a girl I had classes with, knew I was looking for a new place. Anelda said, we have room come stay with us. Now they were fun. That made five girls in a two bedroom apartment. That's another story. How did we all fit? Bunk beds. But, they gave me the single bed. Very generous.
Kept in touch with them a long time, but even then, we drifted away.
Enough for now.. But, I don't seem to have any staying ability for making and keeping friends. They all, I guess find me boring and drop me.

Thursday, June 24, 2010


Jeez, here it is. June is almost over. In fact, I'm still trying to figure where June-24, went. come back here you. I'm not done with you yet.
I stay up late chasing down the day. Trying to catch up. Wanting to accomplish something, to have a meaning to the day. But, Time just laughs and runs on. Time has no consideration of a person's needs or sensibilities. Time is very selfish.
I mean, here it is, not only, June-24, but it's: June-24-2010!!!?? I guess I was busy or sleeping. Well, no, we were in Hawaii, watched the century change, around the world. Got, a bad case of firecracker smoke inhalation. cough-cough-hack. Enough to give one emphysema. We decided to not go back during a holiday. But, 2001 happened. We nver made it over there again.
Now that I'm older, time seems to have really compacted. There are fewer hours in the day. Did some society re-calebrate the clock, and I didn't notice. Be just like them.
It's very disconcerting. Things I work on appear to take longer. Time is just not friendly to people. Time does what it chooses, and we HAVE to deal with it. Pitts!!
Time is messing up my life!! And I don't care for that. Although Time is OK. Considering the alternitive.

Sunday, June 20, 2010


I haven't ever made an entry about my Dad. Maybe you thought my relationship with wasn't good. Quite the opposite. We were very close, we were buddies. almost the same as a boy and father were, except of course, I was daughter, not son. but, I did have two brothers.
It was Daddy who taught me about life, what to value, what wasn't necessary. To be honest, don't lie. (Lying is too complicated, and you end all tangled upside down in a brier patch anyway.) Most people seem to think they can lie their way out of-what. Idiots.
Dad taught me how to drive,what makes a car work. And taught me the value and pleasure of learning to read. Be honest, trustworthy, And the value and reason to have a good education. Another thing, he showed me the need to handle money. So many Life skills, the road map to to navigate the ups and downs, you run into.
No matter what I did, he was there for me. One time I was on the way back to college, and half way there, my Buick conked off on me. It was after 10-0r 11:pm. I made it to the motel and lucky, they had a room. so I checked in, and called my parents as to what to do. We didn't have triple AAA. I was 4hrs. away. My Mom and Dad, got dressed, told my kid brother go to his Aunt, then took off and drove through the night to come help me. I mean, is that Love or what? They were great. They would have done the same for my brothers too.
If we needed them, they were always there. Not 'helicopter'. Just love and responsibility.
I miss them, yet. They were not just my parents, they were my best friends.

Monday, June 14, 2010


Did you see the story today? There are slaves in AMERICA. There are those who come here in the diplomatic guise, who surreptitiously hold slaves. Knowing their residences are sacrosanct.
The officials trick some of their own people, to come. Then deny them their God given right, and hold them in bondage. This has been going on for years. only now, something my be able to done
for these poor people. This is a blatant and disrespectful subterfuge. An elitist mindset. A knowingly breaking of one our most precious rights. There was slavery here. A shameful thing, in country like ours. . As a kid, I didn't understand why people wouldn't pay for honest labor. I later learned the answer. Didn't care for it. It's called:greed.

Sunday, June 13, 2010


We have had a long chilly stretch of weather. Then, zap! hot weather. Very uncomfortable. Just adds to my inertia.
Not at all conducive for any kind of creativity. I have finally after all these years, been able to come to terms with the dry spells. They are a natural aspect in the creative process. Only wish I could have worked that out long ago.
Would have made things a whole lot easier. Oh well, guess that is part the process of maturing. Some things belong where they are. And are just some of the bumps and potholes in the road of Life.
I used to be frantic. I would never get things done I wanted to do. Now, it's, so what. I will get done what ever gets done. I do what pleases me. And forget about the rest.

Sunday, June 6, 2010


Or, rather-'spelng be'. Really! Did you see in the news, about the nitwits picketing the Bee in Washingto,D.C.? ttey say American English is hard to learn!! Gosh, things are hard, when you have to actuallyapply yourself.
Why do I HAVE to learn all this? Why do you have to go to school.
English is not a language that has formal construction. English is a trader's language. Formed here and there by migrating peoples. Put together BY wandering tribes looking for new lands and hunting grounds. By traders picking up the words AND new trade goods, that would be gathered and taken to a trading center. The language has a very rich history.
Kids do not care about school, because their parents didn't, lazy makes lazy. When my older brother and I asked our mom and dad that. They both set us down and explained the facts of life.
you can't get a job to work and have a life. You can't handle money, you can't drive car. Because you need to read, write(spell) and do maths. Or you do not get any place in this world.
Even though our economic situation is pretty poor right now. We still have to learn. The kids coming along, they are the future of our country. Because, if they aren't educated, we become a third world country.
Do you really want to live in a cardboard box?

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


The year half gone already. Nothing good has happened for months. We are both getting very tired of not feeling well. Hb. is losing strength in his shouldered, arms and hands. I have various stuff to deal with. The neural dermatitis outbreak on my scalp is so painful most of the time. I just go lie down when I can't stand it anymore. Eventually I fall asleep out of exhaustion.
So, haven't been able to do anything.

Saturday, May 29, 2010


If you go to your search engine and type in 'fish with hands', it should lead you a story on the national geographic site, about some newly sighted creatures. They are just discovered, and already in danger of extinction. Man, aren't people so self involved! any way, there only about 14 species around the world are known. Nifty little creatures. The sites shows pictures of four of the fishes. No-they would NOT make good pets!
I just love it when something like this turns up. So far, the only other species know to have hands, are primates.
But, go look, before they disappear.
The Yangtze River Dolphin just went extinct recently------------------Shame.
Oh, yeah, (ha,ha.) Raccoons have hands.

Friday, May 28, 2010


I found this little piece in an old magazine. Unfortunately, at that time, the photo copiers were rather primitive. And I won't be able to include the lovely drawing the goes with it. It wasn't clear to start with and it's faded.
But the story is fun.
So, for any doll lovers that may unintentionally run across this site--I give you:

by: Rebecca Deming Moore

Now, Anne Marie Jane MacGee
was not a doll of high degree:
In fact, she was extremely small
And hadn't any points at all.

Sue bought her at the corner store--
A ten-cent piece, she cost no more.
but, Susie thought her very sweet
And set out to make her very sweet.
She cut and basted, stitched and sewed
Till there were gowns in every mode.
There was a sailor suit of blue,
A yachting cap and sweater, too;
A jumper dress of vivid pink,
a lacy hat made in a wink,

Some fresh, cool frocks for summer trips,
A bathing-suit for ocean dips.
(As Annie was a china doll,
A dip would harm her not at all.)
She had a party dress of white
(Indeed! it was a lovely sight.),
A scarlet coat, both thick and warm,
To shield her from the winter's storm.
As if this were not enough,
Sue added, next, a tie and muff.

Now, Anne Maria Jane MacGee
Has had her share, won't you agree?
But, she won't be a stuck up doll
For Mother's piece bag furnished all.

The doll, I think, may be a 'frozen Charlotte type' china doll. Or a small all porcelain like these. The doll on the left is 4 1/2" tall, and from the 1920's or 30's. The doll on the right is pre-1900. All porcelain, and 4 1/4" tall.
I crocheted the little dresses.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


In a previous entry. I wrote about the tiniest horse. OK, opposite end. Here is 'Jake', he now is classified as the 'tallest' horse, in the world. Jake is a Belgian, and stands-almost 6 feet 11" at the whithers. The previous horse is a Clydesdale.
Jake is shown with his friend. a very little gray horse, named, Nemo. I saw a video of Jake, his owner was showing him off. Jake has the nicest gate. a smooth show canter, makes him seem to just float. Nice.
I love horses. And I really like friendly animals.
In an accompanying article, there is picture of the 'biggest' horse in the world. a huge white horse in Australia. The horse is taller and bigger than the gazebo they have posed him by. These horses must be carrying a recessive gene that produces a throwback to the time of the giant mammals. The only really true species of large horse now, is the Ardennes, in France. Before i make a claim like that, I probably should consult my horse books.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010


Have you seen this? I found it on yahoo. these are curly coat pigs from Austria and Hungary. I'm always looking unusual animal stories. Never heard of this one before. So interesting. These are two female pigs, just arrived to a zoo in Essex, England. They are quite excited, the beige pig may be preggers. This species is very rare, almost extinct and the zoo is one of serveral in the world trying to save rare, but not popular farm animals. We really must retain the gene pool, to keep all creatures healthy.
There were two species left, but the last of the other one died last year, I think it said. Way,way
too bad.

Monday, May 10, 2010


This is the book I am reading now. I had seen it it back in 1987. There was a huge fad going on unicorns, fairies, angels and dragons. I never follow fads. Am a horse fanatic. I choose my own interests. So, I didn't buy this one back. Just found it again recently. I only borrowed it from the library, because I was drawing my 'flower girl' and needed more research on the flowers used in the old tap estries.The bonus is, I found out a lot of lore about the unicorn myth and legend I never knew before. Learned a lot about the mythic symbols of flowers and plants.
Very nice book, well written, clear and concise.
This my own copy. After reading the library copy, I decided to get my own copy. Bought it on Amazon. practically unused. Got it for a great price too.
The unicorn is a seasonal creature. and identified with moon. Now I finally understand the point of the story: 'The colt from Moon Mountain', Dorothy Lathrop.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


I have never known how to say -goodbye. It is always awkward. How long do I stay? What do I say? Did I say something I ought not of said. Was there something I should have said? Was there something I should have done? or not done. Such things just leave me undone.
How do I end this entry?

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


I've always wanted
a place of my own,
where I could have some time alone.
my room, my garden , my private bower,
Where I had space for maybe on hour.
Ten minutes, 15, 30 minutes,
whatever I could take
To write, draw, paint or sew.
Time to create.
Or, riches,
read a book.
Before I knew it,
Mom would from the kitchen
down the hall.
"come here and do the dishes",
she would call.
"do the ironing, mop the floor",
after that will be more".
So I put down the pen, the brush,the book,
or put away the needles and pins.
I'd reply, "coming, in a min".
I didn't mind helping Mom,
because the home was my house too,
It's just that she always
had something for me to do.
Being creative was a waste of time.
There are more important things
to learn.
Oh, well, another time.
Time is not made to burn.
Reading if not at school,
is frivolous and
is only for a fool.

Saturday, May 1, 2010


I just saw a story on yahoo about April being poetry month. Amazing. Poetry needing labels!? What, it should rated as movies are? I don't know. Maybe the solution would be a vetting system.
Another thing. I was reading the comments to the story. Some brave person admitted, that they didn't 'get' poetry. That is really too bad. But, maybe they are just not into reading either.
Prose is the communication of the mind.
Poetry is the voice of the spirit.
Music is the expression of the soul.
I know I was disappointed to find my youngest nephew always fell asleep when he tried to read. I unfortunately was not around enough to keep him interested. So, he does videos instead.
My step=half-nephew- Beau, he is my full nephew's half-brother, well that kid is a total bookworm. Thank goodness.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


Hello world, this is a tiny little horse. Have you seen this yet? Absolutely adorable. Just newborn and in the Guinness book as the smallest horse alive. Just bumped the previous one. His name is 'Einstein' and he is only 14" tall from the ground to the top of his head. Precious. I had a toy-miniature poodle once, she was 12" at shoulders, even she was taller! Mommy, can I have one? As if. He is just my size horse.

Saturday, April 24, 2010


And they say, there ain't no angels or miracles. (I know, bad English, it's for a purpose)
Well, read the story on yahoo. Our pets are learning new behaviors, and passing them in their genes. Stories like these are popping up quite frequently.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


This the picture I drew to go with that entry. Dolls that I like, but not ones I really have. Just to show the variety that I collect.

Sunday, April 18, 2010


After I had found the pastel of the green horses, I started to try to remember 'why' I made green. so, today I looked up Marc. And rediscovered why. Marc worked in red, blue and yellow mainly. To each of those basic he gave a meaning. Blue for man, yellow for woman, and red,for the violence in the world. That's why I used green. He never did. Besides green to me means Life and harmony.
Green is my favorite color. Also, pink and rose. But, that is a separate story.
Franz in a fit of patriotism, joined the German Army, sent of to the trenches of Verdun, WWI, and was promptly killed. Great loss. He was German. There had been an order of excuse, didn't get sent off in time.

Saturday, April 17, 2010


We have moved so many times over the years, things become shuffled around, mislaid, misplaced, lost and forgotten. I have done two, or three past blogs on this subject. I'm always finding forgotten things.
Well, last week I was poking through my stock piled art supplies, and good grief, where did this come from. It was a VERY old art tablet of pastel paper. There are only three pieces in it. And two are dated; 1961, the other; 1962. My horses are the lighter weight horses, instead of the farm horses , Marc used. All of the subjects are , yes, Horses. My 'Franz Marc' period. I really was taken by both his art style and subject. I especially preferred his horses. Although all of his animals compositions are favorites. Later on I found and purchased an art book, all in color of all his works. Wonderful book. I sold it long ago when I needed some money. Didn't get a good price for it though. That was before the Internet and eBay. Nowadays, it would be way beyond anything I could afford.
Anyway, I found the tablet with the pastels, well, two pastel, one ink. I really haven't done anything like them since. Maybe I will again now. I'll have to borrow a book from the library, rather than buy my own.
Here are the green horses. I had done what I wanted to with them.

Thursday, April 15, 2010


I had forgotten about this design I had made back in 2004. I was designing paper dolls for my own amusement. Rather than make one doll with lots of costumes. I just drew a figure already dressed.
The art style I drew my influence from the Art Deco era. I had just sort of rediscovered it , from gleaning through the collectible postcard category on the online aution site. I was especially inspiredby the artist, Chiostri. Charmimg and lovely ladies and the art style.
I think I drew about 50 different figures . I'll have to count and find out. It was 6 years ago.
I have a box full that I printed, painted and cut out.
So, anyway, this Flora was drawn before I remembered the Primavera Flora.


A few years ago, my good friend who is into dolls too. Asked, why do I like dolls?
Good question. Her husband, after all these years, had asked her that question. I told her at that time, That I had no idea. I just am very attracted to them. So, since then, I have mulled over that question. Trying to find out just why.
The following essay, is as close as I can get for now.
I collect dolls. I love dolls. Dolls, dolls, dolls. They are they epitome of the ideal lady. Or children. Depending on the dolls you admire the most. I much prefer the representations of adult lady dolls. They have beautiful faces, beautiful clothes, and most of all, they have lovely smiles. Where the land of dolls resides and dolls come from, they always project happiness and congeniality. The dolls are cheerful and always smile. a land of fantasy where everyone is nice, and are good to each other. No jealousy, no envy, no spite. A cherished doll is loved, and does love back. the is a true charm of a doll. No criticism, no judgement. Just acceptance as we are.
DOLLS are dreams. They are faithful, loyal companions. never do they say hurtful things, neither do they gossip. Each doll is unique and has her own being, yet, at the same time be our Avatars, our other self. When we play, our own lives project on how we treat our dolls. By treating our dolls and toys with respect, we therefore can learn to be respectful to real people and all living beings. Dolls are our first best friends.
Having a doll with lots of clothing, children learn about style and dress. What is appropriate for different occasions. What color enhances or detracts our complexion.
Having a doll with lots of clothing was a dream of mine as a child. I didn't get until I was an adult and made my own. With 35 changes. Plus hats, shoes and accessories. Hand knitted stockings made by me.
A doll collector loves dolls for many reasons. But, they are an appreciation of art, beauty and gracefulness of the better things in life.
Grace, as in style, good manners.
Besides: " The Study Of Dolls Is The Study Of Human History". And that direction can help us better understand the whys of the human condition.
That is the slogan of the UFDC. Great organization.
This affliction also covers, art, science, history, commerce, textiles, crafts.
I came to that consideration later. Mostly, I love dolls, because they are 'Pretty' and I love beauty in all it's forms.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


This one of my Photo suite creations. They only exist in my computer. A few years ago I became intrigued and created about 200 of these. Then I became sidetracked and lost my inspiration and I haven't done any since, until now.
The flower part is an abstraction of a photo sent to me from my friend. She's doing photography now. And one of her subjects are flowers. This is a Gerber Daisy. Cartooned, colored and the background put in. Sort of a cross between Georgia O'Keeffe and Mondrian.

Saturday, April 10, 2010


Since the butterfly is one of my totems, I decided to look up something about the symbolism connected with it. Well, I must say. That was an adventure! It all depends on what country and culture you come from. And the meanings are all quite personal, which I had already surmised.
As it stands, as with any personal beliefs, choose whatever you feel fits.
Butterflies and birds are free,
to fly at will, and to be,
not bound to earth,
like you and me.
A symbol of:
lightness of being.
carefree joy.
makes a little gold bell,
in my heart to ring.
A moment in time to be remembered. I have only felt it one time in my life. A moment, without pain, detached briefly from all my pain in my heart and soul. The feeling was so alien, I wondered what was going on. What is this? Then I gave thought to what we did that week.
And, my goodness, this is what true happiness is? What it feels like?
I felt it that one time. I remember the feeling even now, even though I have not felt that special kind of feeling again.
Life came back on me. No true joy again. Sometimes I cannot even take a breath, it crushes so.
So, that's why I make pictures of young girls dancing with butterflies, the memory of that, one moment, one day.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010


Iris, goddess of the rainbow. Iris do come in a myriad of colors. And many styles. Love them. This the first bloom this year. There are two stems this year.
I do have a couple more, over against the north wall. But, maybe will bloom later. They did last year. Such a pretty color too. A sort of pale lavender-blue and ruffled.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


I haven't been writing or sewing lately. Or even reading, although I did order about six books on the Renaissance from the library. I have five, waiting for the sixth.
What I have been doing, is some drawing. Just nice pieces about the the joy of youth.
I have already put up the butterfly one. The one this time. is my take on Flora from the Primavera painting by Botticelli. Always liked that picture. Always wanted to do my own version. Finally did.
My take is of Spring as the maiden, not the burgeoning Matron. The freshness of new flowers, the green meadows. She coming home with a lap full of wildflowers to make sachets for the clothespress. or whatever.
I am working on a colored one. I will put it when it's finished.
She was really fun to draw.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


Such a lovely day to be dancing across a meadow, blythe and carefree . A brief interlude.
always and ever, chasing a bit of happiness, where ever one can find it in this mixed up world.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


A touch of spring, in between all the rain, and in some places, snow. We have had intermittent sun and rain. Last night, even snow on the foothills, and snow blizzard in the Sierra mountains. Typical. But the disappointing part is: rain on Easter. Hate that.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


When I can't sew or read, I draw. When I can't make a new doll, I draw one. It is something of a challenge, with my corky right eye. I not only have AMD in my eye, that's the one with an astigmatism in it.
The subject of my drawing is a young girl figure, dancing with butterflies. I felt appropriate for this season.
She would be great idea for a doll.

Monday, March 22, 2010


I have been playing with my collection. As I said before, I really do not usually collect modern dolls. But, when I found the 'Only Hearts Club' sets on Amazon, that so took me back to when I was 12, my two cousins and I had a 'season of horses'. The toys evoked such a strong feeling of nostalgia, that I decided, why not? I looked them over carefully, trying to decide which set to purchase. I found, one of the Karina dolls, would come to live with me, because even though, she has blond hair, (I always wanted to be blond) the doll has green eyes. (I have green hazel eyes. By the way, there are four colors of 'hazel' eyes.)
Karina has a horse too. Each doll does too. This Karina came in a 'pink' western outfit. Perfectly appropriate. When I was 13, I HAD to have a western outfit for the fair and rodeo that year.
I ordered the toys, and they came quite quickly. I am pleased, because, now I have a doll to go with my soft toy horse collection. The horse with the tack, is Karina's. The others are collected. There are two more that aren't in the picture.
The doll is 9 inches tall.
After a bit, I took a long look at the doll. She somewhat resembles my cousin 'Avis'!!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Yeah, well, my mother's father was Irish. Always been proud of that. Along with my smidge of Native American. One of my ancestors was here to greet (sic) the other ancestor. All in all, they both had something in common. But, you know what? The Native tribes are ahead of the Irish. They have had tribal lands returned to them, while the Irish are still working for the return of Independence.
No, I'm not an activist. However, I do recognize a wrong doing.
After all, it was the Irish and Scot's who created Our America. They definitely were well acquainted with oppression and deprivation.
Pretty good job they did too. Everyone considered the Irish to just be drunkards and brawlers.
And Saint Patrick's Day is a good time to thank them and be glad we were so fortunate, every day.
Next best day, --AFTER-- The 4th. of July- our Independence Day.
I was born with red, white and blue flag tattooed on my heart.

Monday, March 15, 2010


Have you ever heard of: "neural-dermatitis"? Well, my life was and is in such a miserable place, that I broke out with it last summer. The spots heal v-e-r-y s-l-o--w-l-y. On my legs and body, it wasn't so bad. Just unsightly. But, when it broke out on my head-------misery and pain. Unrelenting. Yeah, went to dermatologist. All she did was identify and diagnose it. That's it. No suggestion for treatment or anything. I asked for something to put on it. She gave me on ointment that made the scalp and spots sting, itch and burn even more!!!!
So, as usual, I have to deal with it myself. By, trying this and that, I can sometimes get relief. And I sleep a lot. Seems when I lie down, changes the blood flow and eases the discomfort. For awhile. The dermatologist sent me to a psychiatrist to get some tranquilizers!? So I did. They make me sleep. Ok, fine.
I still have my IBS and my AMD on top of this. Besides there is some dental work I need done. Therefore, I just have not been up to blogging. Haven't been able to think about doing any thing at all creative.

Monday, March 8, 2010


I know, this is March, but, well I meant to put it up before.
This year, we decided to not buy valentines. There just not any pretty ones and they are too expensive. As you know in a post last month, I put out valentines that I had saved. Made lovely decorations.
However, I decided to make valentines for us. This is one I drew. I also made a collage in my regular journal. I felt the need to have one for each of us.
Now, I have a new yearly project to look forward to.
The artwork is copyright by me-CGZ-February-11-2010.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


One thing I have finally realized, since blogging after four years. No one. Not one person out there has any kind of imagination. Must be too much TV. Not enough reading. Not being interested in any thing that does not live under their nose.
What a drab life.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010


We had several days of fog last month. really thick, down to the ground, swirling around the trees, becoming tangled in the bushes. Dew, dripping from the new leaves. I have always found the fog be somewhat mysterious. Where did the fog come from? It would appear in places far from water. Twin itself around mountains, or making the lowlands damp.
Finally, last month, I was up early in the morning, heavy fog had been predicted. the airports were already steeling themselves to deal with frustrated travelers.
I decided to go out and look around at the fog, twining, wafting, drifting about the trees and landscape.
Wait? what's that? I stopped, stood still and quiet. There dancing about, I spied something. A chill went through me. No, it wasn't fear, it was the thrill of seeing something otherworldly. Oh, my, heart, it was a figure. One of several. A small troop.
I could not believe my eyes. Surely, I was dreaming. I closed my eyes. opened them again. It was true, I was treated to a vision of fog fairies. They were real. They were moving my way. I gasped, softly. But the lead one, a female figure, looked up, I had caught her eye. She looked right at me. Surprise, flickered across her countenance. Then she waived her hand, twirled, and the entire company vanished. But, not the fog.
The next thing I knew, I was in the house. And no memory of how I got there. And---my feet were not at all wet or even damp.
But, I did have the memory of my dream or vision. I quickly went to my desk, sat down, and this is the picture of the lead figure that I saw. I shall never forget it.
Copyright: 3-2-2010

Monday, March 1, 2010


Some days my situation almost defeats me. But, my parents were good role models and taught me how to endure and survive in the midst of adversity. Thank goodness. Or I don't think I would have stayed around this long.
I always try to find new things to keep my interest. The tragic things that go on around the world are something I cannot solve. One does what one can, and leave the rest to those who have the resources. You try to have the wisdom to tell the difference. Otherwise= you go nuts.
although on days like this, I just want to screaming out the door and down the street. At home at the mill, I could go out to the woods, or my grandfather's fields. No one would hear or care. If they heard anything, they would think it to be a coyote. Or a cougar. A cougar's scream sounds very like a woman's.
Since we live in a large town, a hick town that has delusions and aspirations of being called a 'city'. Even though the population is about 500,000 0r more. The place has a bad case of 'spread'. When I first came here, it was lovely, all orchards and truck gardens and flower greenhouses. Now it's all glass and concrete.
The main attraction for me and why I stay, it's only an hour to 'the' city. I love the city too. Tried to live there for a year or two. Found out, I couldn't live without 'trees'. So, came here to go to university.
Where we live now are lots of trees. a huge pine just on the other side of our patio wall. I call him, 'mr. hulk'.

Monday, February 22, 2010


Here's a photo of my little antique toy. The one in the drawing. He's six inches tall. Cuddles nicely in ones hand. I brought him out to photograph, and decided to leave him out for awhile. He has been in a cabinet for the past nine years. He deserves a bit of fresh air.

Friday, February 19, 2010


This an antique toy horse in my collection. He is such a dear little horse. Very gently played with. I think it says it was loved though. That is the sort of thing I pick up on when I used to antique. We ate spagetti that week. We hate spagetti.
I drew this portrait, just to see if I could. I am artistic and love to draw. Sometimes, though, I can't always draw what I see. He turned out well though.
What I like about it, is that it shows a maturity and advacment in my ability. I was very pleased over that. He is a small horse, only about six inches tall.

Monday, February 15, 2010


Hey, America has her cup back! And it's about time. It's here in California, so the sailors back east, are probably miffed. But, hey guys, the best est boat(ship) wins. You bet! What a craft! Bird on the water.
I finally have something that interests me enough to write about. Not just the cup. It has been fun looking at the photos from the various Carnivals around the world. Venice had one this year. all the best costumes were worn by males. Quite likely, they are very flamboyant types. The few women photographed were rather conventional.
I haven't checked Brazil yet. What costume they do have about them is usually quite scant. --But- quite original.
I have a couple of picts of the Saints' parade, and now two of Brees as Bacchus. His wife is there too.
Watched the NASCAR races both days. Talk about a bummer. Danica got crashed out about half way in. not her fault. In fact she tried to avoid getting hit. What happened, she lost control of the car and it ran up the track into the inside wall.
Next week.
Not as bad as Chrissy Wallace. Paul Menard tagged her and sent her into the wall. First lap. And to make things worse, Paul Finished the race. No justice.
I used to try to follow Danica, but ended all the races were on Speed channel, except one two. So
I could find her on yahoo news.
What a day at Daytona today. Track got a pothole. Two red flag stops to fix hole. After all the
wrecks and stops, they put on a ten card, double shuffle, so you didn't know until the finish line, who has actually won. McMurray- first and Dale Jr. came in second, a very excellent finish for him. I keep rootimg for him no matter what.
It may rain in California.

Sunday, February 14, 2010


Hb. used to able to buy very beautiful cards for use for holidays. But, this year, we decided not buy any. The ones available are too blah and too expensive for nothing. I had saved all of the lovely antique style fold out cards.
So, I just put them out to decorate for the day. I have ten of them. At least, that's all I found for now. With my dolls dressed in pink, they make a sweet array.
However, there is only one card in this picture.
The tallest doll is my Mary Moyer. The new edition in resin, not the original in composition.

Monday, February 1, 2010


Well, we finally had to do something about our speed. Internet wise, that is. Hb. had bought us a new laptop, to use, because both our old tower computers were so s-l-o-w, we were just getting too disgusted. Playing on the things were not fun anymore. My old thing, refused to talk to the printer and the scanner. Hb. got the newest laptop to finally behave in a more civil manner and accept the acquaintance to the accessories. However, each computer has their own quirks, so I have had to push myself to deal with it. I am going slow, so that I learn it all correctly and in proper sequence.
The new tech was still quite slow with our old phone line connections, So, alright, Hb. went ahead and now we have wireless fast connection. I can actually surf, and see all those stupid special do-dads all websites have to have now.
When I am researching something, I just want plain, simple information. I don't need plug-ins or videos. I completely disconnected the sound. I have a mute computer.
So, that's what I have been doing. Just getting acquainted with a new toy. It is still temperamental, But, then all high strung things are.

Monday, January 25, 2010


This is the new E&B re-issue of the popular 1950's fashion doll. The original was 14 inches. but the new doll is 13 inches, to insure that the two dolls can not be mixed up. And that the new doll could not be sold fraudulently as an original. Very forward thinking.
By the time the original doll was released, Mom said I was too old for dolls. So, I couldn't get one. I eventually was able to change her mind about being too old for dolls.
Over the years of my collecting, and always looking the right doll to add to my collection. I ran across quite a few real Toni's. But, in this case, I decided I didn't want 'used' doll. Which is funny, because all my other dolls are technically 'second hand'.
So, OK. Time passes.
I had told myself that I didn't need any new dolls. But, I have picked up a small few anyway. But, I had been seeing some interest in the 50's fashion dolls, featured in the Tonner magazine. He was presenting a revival and appreciation of past fashion dolls. Which is really terrific.
Since I had purchased three of the new MOXIE dolls for myself at Christmas, as I was gleaning the web, looking for doll sources, other than eBay, I ran across a doll shop here in my part of the state. She had the new Toni. So, hum, um. Maybe. Let me think about it. Oh, well, yeah. She was everything a little girl could dream of in a doll. Just the type I would have ooohed over. I had my Hb. send for her, for me. She was to be a Valentine's gift. Right, didn't happen. Had to have her now. She still counts as a Valentine gift anyway. He doesn't need to get a new gift. He's covered.
She is going to be hard to dress, because, although that set of undies looks nifty. Clothes look lumpy over it. And she will, have to have a few dresses, or else, she is not a true fashion doll.
My childhood doll Maribelle, may be just a tad jealous. I shall have to assure her, that she is still first in my regard.

Saturday, January 23, 2010


Silver falling from the skies.
Softly lands with a sigh.
Gently covers all in white,
and it makes a lovely sight.
Slowly the real world fades away,
covered all in Hulda's way.
Stitched in silver, lies her quilt.
Muffling sound, producing a quietude,
a serene, mysterious solitude,
here in this world, she has built.
We have snow, here, on the east foothills.
And, yeah, I know, this is a daylight photo.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I went to see my eye doctor yesterday. Got the final eyeshot in a series. Next month he will evaluate me to see, how well the injections worked for me. He was giving me Avastin. I feel they were worth my nerves. Because, I was so nevous, I broke out in Nuero-dermatitus spots. Ugly red things, that take forever to heal. The spots on my scalp are the worst. They itch and burn, until I can get something on them to stop it. Drives me crazy. Scalpasin helps.
I hope to get new glasses before my evaluation. So, I can see the chart better.
We are having some heavy storms. Washing away cliffs, flooding streets, blowing down trees. Thunder and lightening. WOW!! We need the rain, but boy, what a delivery.

Friday, January 8, 2010


We seem to have a strange thing with small appliances. We have to replace them every two years, at least. Microwaves, toasters, answering machines. Although, I think we had to replace the toaster twice, last year.
I think the toaster we have now is a very cranky grandfather. When the toaster pops, it doesn't go, ' snap or sprong, most toasters say,''pop' here is your toast, or, 'toast is ready'. But, this cranky one we have residing on the counter, doesn't serve the toast. It seems to irritatingly reject it. The sound the toaster says is," spuuroungge". and throws the toast out onto the counter. "Here's your toast, now let me alone". I tell him shouldn't be lonely, there is the coffeemaker and the microwave to keep him company. But, he is just cranky. Can metal toasters catch cold or something? Maybe he caught colic coming over on the boat. We have to put up with him, because he was all Target had available.
The coffeemaker is very mellow. Always has been. He is very easy going and his coffee is always good. Microwave, we've had for several months and we are still getting acquainted. But, he is trying. I don't know, but, they all seem to have male personas, so that's why I say 'he'. No, They are not named. I only named my cars and they were all 'she'.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


After all I had been through this past year, come Christmas I decided I deserved something nice and something sweet. So, for Christmas I asked Hb. to buy me two model horses by Breyer. They are special edition NOKOTA horses. Look up those horses and see why they are special.
Then the other gift I gave myself is a couple of the new MOXIE dolls. They are very cartoony. I bought the Avery Christmas special and also, Avery-Bo-Peep Masquerade. They are fun. Not what I usually get for my collection. But, they are amusing and cheerful. I need lots of cheerful right now.
I usually don't buy modern dolls to collect, except for Barbie. Mattel has so changed Barbie, that I do not care for her anymore.
I just needed a new toy. As if-.
The deer is an antique, I have had it for many years and is a favorite. The dog figure Hb. bought in 2008, to keep me company, after a bad bout of IBS.

Saturday, January 2, 2010


I know we have had a bad ten years. The Big Depression lasted that long too. But, people were hardy souls. Not that far from pioneers. Boomers were not used to deprivation. Came as a real shock. Prosperity they thought was like an artesian well, it just would keep on flowing. Not so, hum? Well, greed got the upper hand. Too much, too soon. Too much of a belief in entitlement. You are only entitled to what you earn by working for it.
You don't, on your first real job, go out and buy a brand new car. AND you do not then burden yourself with a house. That is stupid. You save money, not see how deep into dept you can get. As you may have discovered the hard way, Employees are expendable. All are replaceable.
Save your money, and then get what your need, not what you want. So, I'm preaching. But, it's what I told my nephews. However, they also had the same thing from their grandpa.
Anyway, maybe some lessons have been learned. So, let's all get back to making our beautiful USA the most prosperous country in the world again. And strengthen our leadership. All in all. Let me tell you, I have spent time in other countries. as much as I enjoyed the experience and seeing all that great history. I , at the end of my trip, I could hardly wait to get HOME again.
We are so unique, we have such a great culture. Not withstanding some of what is termed music.
(free speech should always be mindful of the sensibilities of other people.)
I personally have had a lousy year. I can only hope for something more congenial to come my way in the future.

Friday, January 1, 2010