Musings & Memories Montage
Telling My Stories and Discovering Your Stories
The Epitome of Summer
07/18/08

So ... I walked down to the cafe this morning with a determination: Write three pieces for various spots on the web ... then I could walk home. The faster I wrote, the cooler my walk home would be. I dressed for the worst possible outcome. On the way home, A fourth piece of writing attacked me. I share it with you first.

The Epitome of Summer

Bare feet traipsing down
Small-town New York clean sidewalk
In new morning air

Moving from shade cooled
to tepid sun-warmed concrete
on grainy ripples

Navy walking shorts
ponytail clipped high on head
Cool hot-pink tank top

MP3 Country
Sunglasses in rounded style
Joyful smirking smile

Hand dangles sandals
The other lifts bottled toast
Of sparkling grapefruit

Loaded luggage racks
Escaping to the country
Canoes and kayaks

These passing caravans
With joy, cheer, & gleeful speed
Return her toasted wave

Half century passed her
Still moving barefooted with
Mischievous smile
Snow Photos are Up
12/20/07

Trying out a new slide show. I've not written about the images yet so if you have Q's, you'll have to ask.

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Last comment made by Sarah ~ 01/11/08
Haiku #4 -- Bridges
04/15/07

This week the prompt over at One Deep Breath was about bridges.

here to there; far, near
low to high; short, long, longer
connect and divide

Yes, that whole strip in the top image is a bridge. Click on it. Then, when you get to the album page, click on the magnifier (right of the "share photo" link). The second bridge is the bridge from the swamp to the hill in the section of the Appalachian Trail that we run away to. I bet you can guess which bridge inspired which words. But the division thing is from this quote a gentleman said to me. "Pam, there are three things that will divide families, communities, cities ... bridges, bodies of water, and train tracks."


Go read/see more poetry
Read the prompt

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Last comment made by sari ~ 04/17/07
If This is God's Will -- Where's the Joy?
04/10/07

Well, there's a little problem with asking a storyteller a question: Storytellers don't answer questions with three words or less. PLUS You will always get a very very long story if you ask the storyteller when she's starting to feel alive again after spending a week cooped up, isolated and feeling like a pile of cold, cooked spaghetti noodles. (Really.)

Plus we all know I have this meme affliction wherein I twist every meme to meet my own objectives.

Yeah ... so ... out of Atypical's interview questions ... I generated at least an entire week's worth of verb-age.

I am starting with Atypical's question #4:
Can you give one example of a time in your life where joy welled up so much inside of you that it had to spray out, sprinkler like, on anyone who happened to pass by?
My very, very first thought was of the incredible experience that carried us from Oregon to New York. (I had wanted to go back to Texas but ... )

How many people do you know who have nothing ... nada ... zippo ... ZZ-EE-RR-OO in the bank account and no reason to believe money is "in the mail," "winging it's way to you," and certainly "we're in the money" is not a phrase they know?

Ok how many of those people would paper the nation with a resume and cover letter claiming to be able to "self re-locate" at that very moment -- in that very condition?

We did it with my husband's resume -- with a complete trust in God that He was perfectly able to make it happen. The very first clue that this was a perfectly fine idea was how the two of us felt about it's very existence. It's birth was the first time Billy and I had been on the same page in almost a year. That out of sync feeling that had been so disconcerting suddenly disappeared.

I want to tell you that from the time the phone rang 30 minutes after the first resume went out until we moved into our current apartment 90 days later -- every single moment of every day was filled with contentment, peace, joy ...

Yeah ... and I'd have to lie in order to tell you that. It was full of struggle, suspense, doubt, anger, fear, hurt, separation from my better half, etc. Of course, this drama was only one of six extreme drama's going on all at the same time. Oh yes ... when we do drama, we do it up right!

So, how is it that I reached a point of "sprinkling" joy everywhere? Because God is good ... Great ... AWESOME !!!

If you start at the beginning of the story and read all the way through, I created a page just for that: Our Moving to NY Story

You will find most of the dramas listed in this post: A Banner Week. I started my blog a few weeks after I sent out this "Dear Everybody" note.

The overview to strictly the moving story and some of the conclusion is in A Moving West Coast - East Coast Story. It also has footnotes with links to the hair-raising details of the money story. If you are looking for some courage to believe in God's care, I strongly suggest you find those footnotes.

The joy part? :: smirk :: Seek and ye shall find. It's a perfectly grand story that deserves it's place in time. So, I encourage you to persevere to the end.

I used this as an opportunity to go back and put these posts back in order the way I want them read and I turned on the commenting for each post.

It is perfectly legal to bookmark the story and come back to read in bits and pieces.

Enjoy
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Last comment made by Terri B. ~ 04/13/07
Women are Fantastic Friday -- Casey and Magnolia's Cafe
03/30/07

The Women are Fantastic Friday meme is curated by Sophie, of A Hole in the Fence. It gives us a chance to tell about the women in our lives who are encouraging us to have a "We Can Do It" attitude. Today I am telling the story of Casey and the Magnolia's Cafe of Patterson, New York (previously in Carmel).

Finally there's a real cafe in Patterson, New York. As soon as the Magnolia's Cafe sign went up -- weeks before they opened -- rumors and hopes flew high.

"There is / was a Magnolia's Cafe in Carmel (New York, of course). They serve organic / healthy food. Their food is fantastic!" In general, there were lots of optimistic ideas about an abundance of good eats soon to be in Patterson.

Magnolia's Cafe opened in February, the week that the temperatures plummeted into an unbearable walking range -- at least for me. My daring, darling husband took a package to the post office and turned it into an opportunity to do some cafe reconnaissance.

When Billy returned home, I got a full report on the appearance of the pancakes: "the size of the plate and almost 1/2" thick!" And I received an order: "I don't care what the weather is doing next weekend we are going to go have breakfast!"

We are officially addicted. Every rumor was understated.

When we visit Magnolia's Cafe I hear things like this: "Oh it's such a good thing Casey lost that lease." "This is so much better for Casey." "She has so much more room here." Everyone is so pleased!

And each and every visit I observe someone new become addicted or one of her former customers will show up for the first time and rave about the new digs and be so excited to be reunited with Magnolia's Cafe's food and friendliness.

My respect for Casey, the owner of Magnolia Cafe, and her crew has also grown with every visit. And so I asked Casey for an interview and she willingly agreed ... especially when I told her why I wanted to write about her and hers for Women are Fantastic Friday.

The first thing I asked Casey about was the move -- was it true that they lost their lease? The answer is that it was actually a mutual agreement not to renew the lease. Casey had been combing the area for two years trying to find a new location. But nothing would work out. The rent would be too high or this or that or the other would be insufficient.

One of her employees' sons lives in Patterson and he kept telling Casey about this fantastic spot right across from the Patterson train station. Casey kept thinking it would be too far away and she would lose all of her customers ... but finally ... just so she could say she looked ... she looked.

Casey told me, "As soon as I walked in, I knew that this was exactly the right place for Magnolia's Cafe." And then, Casey and I reviewed how the spot had been vacant for almost a year and how an easing in certain utility restrictions was negotiated right before she came to look at the spot. And we came to the agreement that "this place was definitely on hold for you."

So then came all of the excitement and trauma of the actual move. They had anticipated a three week closure but it ended up being five weeks ... "because there's so many variables." Casey continued, "I was equally excited and intimidated. I had never put a kitchen together before. We didn't originally start with a blank slate at the other place in Carmel but here I had a completely blank slate. I could easily envision it just as it should be but getting it to that place was a little challenging."

Casey still just almost vibrates with the exhilaration of the adventure when she speaks of the excitement and joy being on equal planes with the challenge and frustration.

"Casey, when Billy started hearing rumors about Magnolia's Cafe, one of them was that you cook with organics -- and it wasn't said in a nose scrunched up kind of way. It was said in a way that implied that's where some of your food's goodness comes from. How much do you get to use organic food?"

Casey was all smiles when she started talking about the process of selecting the foods. Basically, her food selection priorities are: Fresh, Local, Organic ... and pricing has to mix in there ... and of course the seasons have a very large impact on the process.

We discussed that with the local farms mostly being small, they already have a tendency to shy away from heavy, harmful pesticide use. So even if they aren't certified organic, they are certainly a better choice -- not to mention there are more and more proven benefits to eating locally grown foods. (If you grow locally, Casey wants to hear from you.)

Since the growing season here ended some months ago and we're still not into a growing / harvesting season, Casey believes her certified organics may have dwindled, at this point, to just the flours and the beef.

But let me tell you about the beef at Magnolia's Cafe. It is grass-fed and organic beef! Grass-fed cows do not have to be pumped full of antibiotics in order to eat a grain (corn) that they are not designed to digest. It's true. The way I see it corn-fed cattle are basically tortured cattle. Grass-fed cattle also produce meat (and cheese) higher in omega 3's ... the brain and skin omega that we so desperately need.

"Alright, Casey, I'm from the south and being from the south I think that the magnolia is strictly southern ... is there some sort of tie to the south?" Casey smiled and explained that there really are certain types of magnolia's up here in New York.

"But originally I had a partner and she had spent time in the south and I liked the idea of a relaxed, southern-type atmosphere ... you know like times use to be ... where people came and went and you knew it by the banging of the screen door. Basically I think of it as trying to achieve a Tennessee Williams type of era and atmosphere."

"Casey, is there anything else you would want to add ... that you would want people to know about Magnolia's ...?"

"Well, since this is for women, about women, I want to add that the two ladies who work for me have been with me for six years. And when it came down to it, I wouldn't have made the move unless they had been willing to come with me. That was an absolute and they knew they had to be in agreement or I wasn't going to do it.

Then during the move and in getting this place open, they helped me in ways that only friends would have and could have."

Then Casey, who was already a little teary-eyed talking about her friends, got a little choked up as she continued to explain, "What we try to put into our food is love and we have had even some of the crustiest old men that you would never think would observe this say things like, 'I know what's in here. I know why this tastes so good. It's got love in it.'"

And so we reach the point where I have to confirm to you that what has constantly increased my respect and affection for Casey and the ladies (okay, and the young man who's "like family" who helps out from time to time) is that they have a very obvious respect for each other, their customers, and their suppliers.

They effortlessly create that relaxed atmosphere by learning the names of their customers, always greeting people with a "Hey! There you are!" attitude, and being quick to admit when they are mistaken. They are gracious in every way possible with each other and the customers.

And, they are in constant conversation with the customers as they come and go bringing out food and carrying away empty dishes. It permeates the whole cafe.

The customers converse from table to table. We are gracious with each other. We come up with ideas for Casey and the Magnolia's Cafe. We come up with ideas for each other. We all love coming to Magnolia's Cafe where the atmosphere is relaxed, people know our names, and there's love in the food.

Magnolia's Cafe is located on Front Street in Patterson, New York, right across from the Metro-North Train Station. Phone: 845-878-9759. Tell them Pam sent ya.



If you want to know more about organics and locally grown foods, feel free to review this little bit (really) I wrote last year: Organics in the Meatrix. There are many resources listed.
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Last comment made by Lulu ~ 04/02/07
The Weekend Words Challenge
03/20/07

The story of Busy & Content

Billy was busy
building a castle for me.
I'm turret content.

From my Picasa Web Album: Snow Daze

The Weekend Words Challenge is a meme created and curated by TheOddMix. The object is to either apply the words to your weekend photography or apply your photography skills to capture the weekend words. You will be surprised what happens when you hold just a couple of words in the back of your mind and bring your camera up to your eye. But then sometimes it doesn't click until you sit down and browse through your shots. Sometimes it's a combo deal.

NO! It is not required to generate a haiku poem, also. That's just my current frame of mind.

Anyone can participate. The words for the weekend are available by Friday and often sooner. And technically it's a Monday Meme.
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Last comment made by Mary-LUE ~ 03/23/07
Snow Daze Again
02/14/07

What you probably don't know about how I function in the PC world: My husband and I share one laptop by swapping two different hard drives in and out. The monitor on my otherwise perfectly good pc went out.

Here's the thing ... well a couple of things ...
  • We ordered a monitor.
  • It was scheduled to come in today or tomorrow from OfficeMax.
  • Billy needs to pick up a cable and a power cord for it.
  • We are having a snow/ice storm.
  • I kind of don't expect delivery of the monitor until this thaws ... next week.
  • No way Billy is going to go trapesing around to find a cable, etc.
  • Billy can work from home using his laptop
  • I can't use his laptop with my hard drive in it at the same time he's using it.
  • I have an old rebel laptop that refuses to die.
  • Rebel is slow and it's pixels are going gray. In fact this very line has a horizontal gray line straight through it.
  • Most of my writing is on the other hard drive.
  • It is possible, with effort and searching, to create an ensemble that will allow me to access the files on the other drive via Rebel.

You want the really short version?
  • I've been kicked off my favorite / speedy pc.
  • I'm limping along.
  • I'm building a contraption that will let me access all my files.
I'll see you much later this afternoon or evening.
MarillaAnne's Appalachian Trail Thursday 13 #9
02/08/07

Ok this week once again had no web focus. I don't mean I wasn't on the Internet. I mean I was and yet had no focus. So ... you get more photos to focus on.


Each image opens a larger image. This time there is no compelling reason to open the larger image unless you want to see a little better.

At the bottom of this post you'll find a link to a photo page on my site where you can just click through the titles in order. That way you won't have to keep jumping back and forth between the images here and the larger images there.

I really know very little about the Appalachian Trail ... So again ... feel free to fill me in.

Snow Strolling

Twice now we've taken the trail west from the Appalachian Trail train platform on the Harlem Line. The trail eventually turns south over towards the Hudson River. I love this portion of the trail because even though it starts out looking rather la-de-da and oh so normal ...

Beam Balancing / Grass Stalking

It soon turns into a trek through the swamp ... designed to challenge your balance. Yes that's a balancing beam. In the fall, it's not frozen on the right side. And I also love those really tall grasses. I have no idea what they are. Do you?

Cinder Striding

Then we have cinder blocks to walk on. No, the swamp isn't frozen in that spot and, yes, one slip and it would have been very cold.

Beam Bopping / Pallet Prowling

One of my very favorite turns through the stalking grass includes a cinder block to beam to pallet transfer. Billy went in in the fall -- not so cold then but still he was glad it was on the way back to the train.

Post Meeting

White stripes like this on poles, trees, and rocks mark the trail. This pole has at least two faces. Do you see them?

Plank Walking

And then we get two planks to walk on for a distance. This trip the swamp was fairly frozen in this portion. Last trip Shelbie dog loved wading in the water.

Creek Bridging

Then we cross a little creek on a nicely maintained bridge. The light changes very rapidly up here unlike in Texas (Very bright) or in Oregon (very dim) ... so I ended up with two very dark snaps of the bridge.

Bridge Posing

Then Billy saw his chance for a shot at of me.

Green Glistening

This is an attempt to capture the creek (again). The water is only green in appearance because of the vegetation. It is actually very clear.

Twig Catching

It fascinated me how the snow could pile up like that on litttttle slender branches / twigs.

White Wandering

Oh, I forgot to tell you ... after the bridge there's a steady climb up a hill. I believe we are going to have to get a very decent map of the trail so we can talk about elevations and the like. Anyway the trees are as beautiful dressed in snow as they are in fall colors.

Winter Farming

This is the scene once you are over the top of the hill. Let me tell you ... it was Blinding White!

Hotwire Hopping

So we thought we'd only be out until the 2:41 train but we dawdled around and missed it by almost 1/2 an hour. There are two hours between trains. The only way we were going to survive well was to keep moving. So we left the train platform again but went east. It is also very pretty over that way. We had enough time to go over a few hills.

Oh that thing that Billy's standing on ... those are ladders that allow hikers to go over electric fence wires. I think we went over four going and again coming back. They are not designed for short legged people!

Locomotion Waiting

Bonus ... the one that got away! So very frustrating. We got back to the train platform and I wanted to take a pic of the train coming down the track at us. I took some test shots. The sun was starting to set a bit. It was going to be perfect. And so ... the train came into view and ... I raised my camera ... and ... I saw ... a red battery outline and then ... fade to black. sigh

Ok finally! Go see the larger images. There's a link on that photo page so you can come back and leave a comment.



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Last comment made by Mary-LUE ~ 02/10/07
My Dad Called: "Are ya'll staying warm?"
02/06/07

His real question is: How is Billy doing walking to and from the train?

So ... what I really have to tell you about is "the unfriendly New Yorkers."

I grew up in Dallas, TX. I have lived in the DFW metroplex and in East Texas. I did not know it was possible to feel like vapor. My presence was always acknowledged in some way ... just because I breathed.

I have also visited Portland, Oregon for a year. I say visited because almost as soon as I got there, I wanted to leave. We wouldn't even open up a local banking account. Why? Because unless a person knows you in Portland, Oregon people do not even acknowledge that you are taking up space. You are vapor.

I wanted to go back to Texas. My husband wanted out of Oregon but wanted to find a way to stay in the NW -- in Washington. Nothing was working out. So we papered the nation with his resume and within 30 minutes, Billy was sure we were moving to NY. And the short of it is that we did.

I expected more of the same aloofness. Instead ... I am in a new form of culture shock. I can smile and receive smiles -- not suspicion-filled scowls. I can be just standing around taking up space and suddenly be in conversation. I can laugh quietly to myself about something overheard at the next table in the cafe ... and suddenly I am included in the group's conversation -- with my opinion sought. I can ask questions and get detailed answers. I can pass someone and ask about the book they are carrying. I can find myself walking next to a stranger on the sidewalk and suddenly we're talking about our surroundings and observations.

It is like being back in Texas ... people love to talk ... interact ... have opinions ... hear opinions.

I had a realtor tell me I just know how to bring out the best in New Yorkers but ... it's not just me ... for example .... I offer up one proof: The Starbucks here have regulars and the regulars have a "Regulars Club." If you become involved in conversation with one of the regulars, you will very likely soon be in conversation with all of the regulars who are present. If your coffee shop has a "Regulars Club" like this, you know what I mean ... (if it doesn't, I'll pass on my infiltration tips that I used in Oregon -- just ask.)

AND ...

Let's talk about how it is that my husband is staying warm in sub-freezing weather when he has to hike 1.5 miles to the train station.

My husband is not a small man. He wears an imposing full-length, black duster coat. He takes a backpack with him to work every day. Up until recently it's been dark when he leaves the house. And still ... all of that imposing figure stuff figured in .... almost every morning ... He walks away from the house ... and someone stops and picks him up.

We do not know the people in the small town we live in. It's not always the same someone. Sometimes it's someone who has spoken with him at the train station ... sometimes it's someone who has only observed him at the train station. Sometimes it's someone he talks to every morning. Sometimes it's a lady. Sometimes it's a gentleman.

Every evening he has to change trains. Sometimes there is a person there who sees him and brings him the rest of the way home. If not, he comes on the next train to our town. More often than not ... someone there offers him a ride home.

Sunday he tried to walk home from the A&P (a little further a way) ... Nope. He didn't make it home on foot that day, either. Yep, another complete stranger (with tips on hiking Germany dirt cheep, by the way).

They say the unfriendliness is worse down by the city ... but ... last Thursday, at Grand Central, people volunteered info when they saw it would be useful, stopped short so that I could take photos uninterrupted, smiled if I smiled, and answered any question I had.

I told my dad this and he said, "People talk about how unfriendly New Yorkers are -- but I'm just not believing it's true anymore."

Yeah! Me neither, Daddy!
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Last comment made by Sophie ~ 02/15/07
MarillaAnne's Grand Central Station Thursday Thirteen #8
02/01/07

These pics are from when Billy & I went down to NYC on Christmas Eve. I figured they would be appropriate for today because I am going down to Grand Central Station today to pick up my cell phone. It has been living down there in the "Lost and Found" since ohhh ... mid December. Yes. Mid December. Yes it's still there. Billy called and checked.

I offer up my apologies to anyone who is on dial up but ... I couldn't bear to make the images any smaller because Grand Central Station is soooo beautiful. And yes I'm taking my camera with me again.


Each image opens a larger image that is usually different from the small one here. I think you would find it worth the effort. BUT, personally, if I were you, I would only look at these here (and somehow avoid the compulsion to click on an image).

Why? Because ... down at the bottom of this post you'll find a very useful link. It will take you to a photo page where you can just click through the titles in order. That way you won't have to keep jumping back and forth between the images here and the larger images there.

Basically I don't know anything about Grand Central Station except what you see here. So feel free to fill me in.

The image above and below is of the front of Grand Central. Evidently if you are going to "meet me under the clock," this is The Clock. That's Tiffany Glass in that thar face. Isn't it beautiful?

This eagle sits on the corner of 42nd and something. I don't know. I was just following Billy around and pointing the camera. A Lot.

Ok the name of this next image is "Huge is Huge." When you go look at the larger image, you will understand why when I went in for the first time I just had to stop and stare and turn and stare and turn and stare ... for at least ten minutes.

All of the lighting I noticed was incandescent. Chandeliers are everywhere and if it's not a chandelier, it is ensconced in some of the most beautiful brass work.

And let's not forget the marble ... carvings so beautiful and shineeey that I was tempted to think of them as a plastic! (How bad is that?!) It's very difficult to photograph. I'm hoping to get more of this today.

Everywhere you look there's some sort of "eye-candy" design

The image below and it's larger version are of a light show that was shown inside the building all of the Christmas season. It was like a kaleidoscope of familiar items in Grand Central and I think you'll find a very well known landmark in the large version.(But remember, don't click yet!)

We left for awhile and then came back. We had about an hour until our train. So we watched the light show and the clock upstairs (that's mother of pearl on that face!)

Then we went downstairs where we could sit down to watch the time some more

Then we got on the right track

And boarded our departing train

Ok finally! Go see the larger images. There's a link on that photo page so you can come back and leave a comment.

I'll be checking in here and there throughout the day to make sure the comments are working out for you. AND I look forward to visiting ya'll tomorrow (Are you kidding? Miss out on your lists?)

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Last comment made by e-Mom ~ 02/02/07
Friends Send Notes: Tonya
11/29/06

Tonya is a friend whom I've met face to face with exactly twice or thrice in ten years of communicating over the Internet. She sent me a note about Canstruction and gall bladder surgery.

Ok no they aren't related events and they didn't even come in the same note.

Let's do cans of peas first because they're more fun.

Tonya sent me an email full of very fascinating images like the one to the left. The image to the left is actually from the Canstruction® 2006 National Winners Press Release which announced the top 10 national winners from the 2005-2006 year (July-June).

From the press release:
The NYDC hosted the 14th Annual CANSTRUCTION Competition & Gala Reception, on November 9 - 22, 2006. I have not seen images from that event online. However, in NYDC's intro video that plays on their home page, it is mentioned that one year they collected and gave away 80,000 cans of food.

From Canstruct's Mission Page:
Mission: Canstruct a World Without Hunger

Trademarked by the Society for Design Administration, and working in tandem with the American Institute of Architects and other members of the design and construction industry, Canstruction® is making a significant contribution to the fight against HUNGER.

Canstruction® combines the competitive spirit of a design/build competition with a unique way to help feed hungry people. Competing teams, lead by architects and engineers, showcase their talents by designing giant sculptures made entirely out of canned foods. At the close of the exhibitions all of the food used in the structures is donated to local food banks for distribution to pantries, shelters, soup kitchens, elderly and day care centers.

A visual feast for the eyes, you will not want to miss the eighty Canstruction® Competitions scheduled to occur in 2006-2007.

The NYDC hosted the 14th Annual CANSTRUCTION Competition & Gala Reception, on November 9 - 22, 2006. I have not seen images from that event online. However, in NYDC's intro video that plays on their home page, it is mentioned that one year they collected and gave away 80,000 cans of food. (And no I cannot explain why NY is having their 14th anniversary when Canstruction is half way into their 11th year.)

Look for a Hosted event: Participating Cities

To loads of images go to www.canstruction.org and
1) watch the images on the home page.
2) In the Competitions menu check out the winners from 2006 back to 2002.
3) In the Multimedia menu ... more images.
4) In the About menu there's a PowerPoint.

A good collection of images from the 13th Annual NYDC Canstruction can be seen at The Bridge and Tunnel Club. (Which is a new find for me.)

Oh yeah ... the gall bladder. It's Tonya's turn to have hers out. Pray it goes well.

An Alliance: Clare's Dad
11/28/06

A story about Darren as Clare's Dad.

Some alliances just make themselves. Darren a/k/a Clare's Dad falls into that category. I've throughly enjoyed his company on this NaBloPoMo adventure. Thanks, of course, to the great choices made previously by The Odd Mix. (See A Little Cheer for the explanation.)

I think we can firmly establish now that I do not read people's profiles. I read their blogs ... I read about their lives ... their stories. So, I was very surprised to read in Dirty Water Dogs and Black and White Cookies that Darren and his crew lives in CT and takes the train to Manhattan. If he's living there and doing that, he's practically a neighbor! Well except that I'm on the NY side of the tracks. Listening to him describe Manhattan gives me the ability to believe that it's more than "what I see traveling to and from the airport -- a distant row of very tall, very grungy brown buildings that make me shudder with claustrophobia." I find myself looking forward to my trip that my husband is planning for us as uh ... what was that ... oh yeah a "bridge and tunnel" tourist.

Darren as Clare's Dad is involved in his daughter's life and he doesn't mind helping her get in touch with her feminine side. You may explore how he accomplishes this in Costume Parade, and Secret Project – Part Two.

In She Made Cleaning Up After the Party Worth It, we see that Clare's dad is easily put on cloud nine by his daughter's hugs and praise. But even in the end of this post and even more so in Segregation, Part 2 we see that Darren is also "on to" his daughter's ways.

He's also on to the ways of Clare's school. Now, Darren seems to think that much of this is because Clare is attending the same Catholic school that he attended and from which he "graduated twenty years ago." I don't think so. I'll let you read through his blog and decide for yourself, though.

As all parent's must, Clare's Dad is also remembering that he is a person – a human being. The parents who fare best in the short and long run of the parenting game are the parents that surface from the parenting trance ... as sweet and intriguing and binding as any trance can possibly be ... and realize that they are still adult humans who must have assistance from and give assistance to other adults. Amazingly enough, the world was not created to revolve around immature short people. They are fascinating and time consuming and endearing ... a worthy mission. But there comes a time when we "have to keep company with adults." And what we do with the adults during adult time "needs to matter – to count for something in this world." (Quotes denote phrases uttered by parents all over the world.) (OK and we aren't addressing the immature tall people in this post. Short version: Avoid them – run! The world implodes around them.)

The first clue that I had to Darren's abilities as a mover and a shaker in the adult world is his collection of Daddy blogs. My first thought when I saw it was "Alright! A Daddy Blogger who knows his fellow Dads!" Then I watched him interact with other parents in ways that both addressed what was real and strove to give hope or encouragement or just a simple Half-time Pep Talk: A Little Cheer. I look forward to having Darren's company on our continued blogging adventure (sans NaBloPoMo x-).
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Blessings Happen
11/04/06

New Image of the moment.

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This is a must read, must see.

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The Appalachian Trail Love Affair Begins
11/02/06

Well ... day two of my writing marathon ... hmmm ... yesterday I told you about my frustrations re Flick'r and then I told you to go look out our pics from the Appalachian Trail ... and I think I even misspelled it yesterday. I will go look and fix what I can. But! I didn't tell you anything at all about our little hike on the trail.

We didn't go for a long hike. We went to go wander around, have a picnic, take some photos, and enjoy the color, and let Shelbie have some fun ...

The Metro North has a stop that literally sits right on the trail. You get out and get to decide ... continue in New York towards the west or hike out towards Connecticut to the east. On the way there, we asked the conductor if he'd ever been out on the trail ... of course not ... he's lived here all his life and never been out on the trail. It's a normal thing but ... Wrong! Anyway he said if it were him he'd head off toward Connecticut.

We got off the train and looked out towards Connecticut and there was no indication really of where to go on the trail ... it just kind of wandered off toward a thoroughfare. And the hills were far off. As we stepped down off the platform, we discovered that there were maps in a mailbox attached to the signpost for the train station. There were about 6 others who got off the train and wandered off in various directions ... maps in hand ... all looking as unsure as we. But we were sure we wanted a pic of the train station so we got that first. Then we went back to puzzling. And suddenly ... there was a man ... carrying a little tool box ... saying, "Hello, you look lost."

So we asked him which way and what he thought and did he have a favorite. He said both directions were beautiful and so we said, "We want to to up and soon." So he said to absolutely go west. We felt very blessed that he showed up just when he did because we were about to take off in the direction of Connecticut.

And so we took off. Pretty soon we figured out where he'd come from and why he was carrying a tool box. The trail starts out and crosses a finger of The Great Swamp and is made up of several combos of cinder blocks, planks, and wood pallets. There were several fresh patches in the planks and pallets. Do you know that a lot of trails are maintained by volunteers? Yep. I was very glad he'd been out before we went. I enjoyed having a more solid footing.

The Great Swamp is wet. It doesn't smell bad and it's not creepy. It's just wet and mushy. The ground around the edges of the swamp is very springy ... like walking on moss. I didn't walk in the swamp though. Shelbie did. She loved it. She didn't get too very muddy either.

When the swamp congregates in ponds and pools and small lakes, it is very beautiful. We hope to spend more time with the water areas when spring comes. Also, when spring comes we are taking a tent up on the trail. You can count on it.

As soon as we left the swamp we started a very ge