Fall in the Air

Yesterday was a struggle – took me until 4pm to check in with me own body and think, “Barometric pressure change?  Okay, I know what to do for that…”

Out came the ironing board,

(Gasp! NO! not to actually IRON something, silly, I use it to clip my red lamps to, for my ‘therapy’ –🙂 )

and I dutifully returned to the routine that has previously served me well, routine interrupted by Life last February, and which, I vowed to ‘get back to’, sometime in May, I believe, – here it is, August, and the internal warning bells have reached a fever pitch of, “Better do something, soon…, if you wish to keep ‘doing/being’ ”

I went to bed at a decent hour the past two nights, even prepared my percolator last night – all I had to do was turn on the induction plate this a.m., set the timer, turn on my lamps and walla!

Treatment for day done, just as my coffee is ready.

Life is good.

Working through the emails that hit after I retreated, yesterday, I realized…

Something feels different this a.m…

With coffee cup in hand I slip on my trusty sandals – (*%^! goat-head stickers infiltrated my place last summer and I haven’t yet eradicated them all) – I step outside, resplendent in my Victorian length, Eeyore, “I don’t DO mornings” emblazoned, nightshirt and trousers, to see what is going on.

Yup, fall is definitely on it’s way….

Has, perhaps, actually arrived.

It had whispered to me of it’s imminent arrival nearly 3 weeks ago – how, I cannot explain to you – I was simply out, in the early morning.

(I like early morning, just as I like late night, too. And am easily lured, either way.)

Clear sky kissed with gray greeted me, gray not of clouds, or mist, rather, that particular shade of gray that lasts but a moment as the dark of night flees from the onslaught of first one, than many rays of light.

“Fall is coming.  Better start re-arranging the priorities list.”

I observed the thought form in my mind, then raced down the usual pathways,

– Should I let the plants struggle some?  Or give them a morning supportive drink?

– How many mornings in a row, have I exercised my particular brand of loving?

– Am I helping them, in long run, or risking the addition of a few more planticides to my long list of sins…

– When did it last rain?

– wait a minute – it’s going to be hot today!  Look at that sky!

– Why did that FIRST thought form in my mind?!?

Why do I think Fall is coming and I’d better hurry?

– Is the ancient clock hardwired in my DNA keeping track of the hours of light/dark?

– Did one of my elderly neighbors fire up their wood stove overnight, to ease the aching bones in the blessed cool of the night?

Nope..no woodsmoke in the air – not even the slightly different fragrance carried by Brother Wind to bring news of wildfires raging a mile or state(s) away…

Well, yes, dire predictions of a ‘hard winter’ have invaded my world via a variety of online/in person sources, recently  – I added my two cents in observing the local insect community seemed bent on moving into better digs earlier this year, compared to last year – but don’t think that’s why – I do attempt to think for myself – –

I stood still, that quiet morning, so long ago, and worked my way through the list of options available to me –

Left to my own devices, without interruption, the above dialogue takes my brain WAAY less time, than it takes for you to read it, even you speed readers –

I’ve practiced, honed, this crazy skill, over a lifetime…🙂

Still learning what easy pathways are sometimes old roads in need of abandonment, or which have morphed into paved paths leading me straight to some, new, Hell –🙂

(Yes, technically, the above inner dialogue took place only a few weeks ago, but I’ve been cramming a lot into each day, for some time now, thus, it feels long ago…time travel at it’s most productive, if you will…🙂 )

And so, I returned to my desk, after a walk through my struggling, work-in-progress, Garden-Oasis, and made a few notes to write and share, later, along with one picture of those snapped, today, as a sneak peak for the 0816 Garden Journal Blog that, Lord willin’ and the Creek don’t rise, shall be posted shortly after this one  –

rescued sedum

Newly planted sedum for the native/dry garden area. Rescued from sale rack in early August –🙂

For now, It’s back to work, for me, in Cyber-land,

…where dreams are built and new paths of bliss found…

…where other dreams fail to turn out as planned, or are, justly or not, destroyed by the ignorant, righteous, greedy or cruel, driving one or more souls scurrying back to the drawing board, once again…

…where the 2.5 second world demands those interested in real information must wade through the distractions in order to get to the gems…before they disappear to time or mis-management, or collapse under the hardships they can no longer endure…

…where friends and relationships form, and those who wear a mask slip and can’t help but reveal their true intentions – and are either rallied around or voted-off-the-island…

All come together –  the good, the bad, the ugly – the invaders, the greedy, the hungry, the quiet struggling, who hold on for one more day, in hope, those who ventured or landed, perhaps not by their own free will, into a strange new land, that has promise, but missing so much of what they knew before –

Funny, how much cyber-land resembles my garden  –🙂

Happy Wednesday –🙂

P.S.  Yes, this is my new way of blogging – login, make the note, re-visit during the day when I’m waiting for something, or taking a break, or need the comfort of stringing words together, to make sense of my mind and my world – here and there, sooner or later, it will all get done – and, thus, a lifetime later, I click on Publish :)

The “Reminder Board”

Let’s face it – My heart and my mind are still spinning up dreams my body and brain just ain’t always up for accomplishing in the time frame I’d like –

And so, like any struggling personage, I have 3 cork board squares and two magnetic white boards that hang on the wall over my work desk, to keep me on target – Me own lil Reminder Board.

Now, given your knowledge of me being the sticky note queen, and my love of legal pads, writing notes on back of used envelopes, etc., you might think my board full of scribbled to-do notes in code only understandable by me –

But, you’d be wrong – cuz my Reminder Board is to inspire and remind me why I choose to do what I do and how I do it – to remind me of the times I got it right and cheer me up, when I fail to do as well I hoped to –

In short, it’s full of cards sent to tell me thank you, birthday missives from folks who know what I love, what I appreciate or what makes me laugh – gifts that tell me, someone took the time to think of me, drive all the way to the post office and actually get the package mailed to me…

Why am I telling you this?  Because today, I arrived at the Post Office to find a yellow card notice that I had a package, that wouldn’t fit into my tiny box – which confused me, cuz I haven’t ordered anything lately –

Sure enough, yes, there is a package, addressed to me and I look to see who it is from, and nearly burst into tears, because, half-way across the world, there is one who is raising a family, has way more on her plate than I do, and still finds the time to send me lil surprise packages, whose offspring will most likely be married with families of their own before I get the crate of Barbie dolls/clothes sorted, and gift boxes compiled to send.

And so, today, I took the time to rearrange the board, to display all the reminders of those who took the time to let me know they cared – those who forgive me when I’m not at my best – those who I try my best to support, make laugh and walk this journey with – cuz ya know, in the end, for me?

My great experience of this life is found in the connections made – the chance to see the world through another’s eyes – and the warm house of community when I’m tired, discouraged and wondering, “What’s it all for, really?” – Those in my circle, each in their own ways – through surprise packages, a phone call, a text, a smile and hug when I’m foaming at the mouth and ready to start me own lil revolution, who say, “It’ll be okay – we still love you, even though you’re being a lil unreasonable, or silly, or misinformed, just now…”

I truly believe that our greatest achievements happen when we not only think of ourselves, but of what lil ways we can cheer and enrich the lives of those we come into contact with –

And so, I’ll leave you with the updated Reminder Board picture – included are some items over 3 years residency, here in my world and new reminders of recent special days shared with wonderful spirits – a dragon fly hairpin that marks a day spent at the Celtic Fair with three who were willing to put up with my tendency to stop and ask each ‘clan’ what their favorite story from their clan history is – and would they tell me – (yes, yes, as soon as I get my customers taken care of, insulate my house in time for the forecasted hard winter, I’ll share with you, too –🙂

There are the bracelets I purchased to remind me of the magical afternoon I walked on the hard-asphalt track alongside my best friend from high school, who pledged and did, 25 miles this year, to raise money that goes for the lil things not covered while a family fights to help their loved one beat cancer – gas money, parking/highway tolls, grocery money, cuz the family budget took a hit while one is busy at the job of healing….

And the card that features the elephant drawing done by an autistic boy, because my friend remembers my take, ‘I just think we need to learn better how to see the gifts, instead of trying to demand everyone be ‘normal’ (“normal” is such a moving target, ain’t it?)

The friend who remembers and takes the initiative to introduce me to all the beautiful stories and creations of those who fight so hard, just to find their place in a world that gives lip service to their needs, while keeping systems in place that treat them as broken –

and always, always, the notes, handwritten, that say, “I see you, the real you, I remember how important (such and such is) to you –  and I’m still here – ”

I know I have been very quiet, that I have failed to do my part in community, here, but, I’m deep in observation mode and feel the deep transformations that are occurring, daily.  It may surprise you to learn, there are some experiences that I simply fail to find the words to convey – at least for awhile.  It’s easy to do a quick, superficial post at Facebook, to let folks not worry that you’ve died or disappeared – not so easy here – for, I know you know, I can do better than that ‘tripe’  – (which is why I love it here…really….)

Thank you New Bloggy Cat – your lil missives via email and snail mail never fail to amaze, surprise and cheer me – and yes, A Mind Divided, two of your hand-crafted cards hang above my desk; alas,  they were too special and I couldn’t bear to part with them – the others I ordered have been gifted to very wonderful people, who loved and treasure them and your attention to quality and detail –  thank you!🙂

And now…Ta-Da! The Reminder Board


P.S. Someday, I’ll share pictures of my Reminder Rock Shelf, Reminder Bookcase and Reminder Angel Display – My whole house is based upon Reminder Areas –🙂

Revisionist History vs. Storytelling

As you know, I tend to live in my own world, that is often bombarded by input from a gazillion different external sources – all of which must be sifted through, pondered upon and the beloved gems carefully selected to weave into the Story of Me – and, I tend to walk the path introduced to me by the works of Joseph Campbell –

 Disclaimer –

“This is my story – your version may vary – I don’t require you adopt my version, unless you like it better than yours, then, by all means, have at it.  But never think when I observe history, and comment, that I’m trying to actually re-write it – :)” 

“Johnny has gone for a Soldier”

I love this song – and the title of this version was my first introduction to it, courtesy the intro/closing music of a Revolutionary War documentary series.


Further research, revealed many versions of this song, as one winds their way back through time, with various lyric/tune/language changes, different meanings embedded within this word or that, until, in the dark (to us), quiet periods of oral traditions,  the trail to find it’s origins fades into the sands of time – and defies being picked up by any other than the dedicated expert who has dedicated their life to the quest.


I spent a magical evening, at a back-yard BBQ, with live music, singing, etc., not from hired players, but the kind of music I remembered from my youth; anyone welcome to play along, sing along, clap along, shout out a request, or thumb through the music book brought by the one playing the guitar…

Later, while tidying up the kitchen, the hostess, her sister and I worked our way through various numbers from the Sound of Music, some lullabies, gospel music and, when I tentatively started to sing the soldier song, wouldn’t ya know?  They jumped right in, with their beautiful soprano voices, one harmonizing, and quickly left me in the dust of ‘what lyrics are those? Can you repeat, slowly, while I try to keep up and learn?’

(I was rather lame at shoo-be-doing and foreign languages before my stroke; now, neither my brain nor my tongue have the slightest interest in such acrobatics.  Thus I am relegated to humming along or carving out time to learn to whistle. :)  )

Wouldn’t ya know – their beloved version was done by Peter, Paul and Mary circa 1960s


…and last, but not least, tonight, I discovered the Celtic Woman video of Siul A Ruin –


What have I gleaned, during reading forays the past two years, listening to various versions, languages, creative modifications of a song I love?

So Glad you asked!

Life Lessons carried on the wings of music:

  • There are those powers that love conquest and exercise their will where they can, to force conquered peoples to do what they may not wish to do
  • There are always fighters who choose to serve
  • There are always those who decide to bow out on principal and/or take the high road to Exile, until such time as the conquerors are defeated from within or without, or, viable forces to win the rebellion seem to be making the odds of staying to fight look better than living in exile or joining up with the conquerors.
  • There are always loved ones left at home, who love their fighters or exiled ones, and will face their own challenges, sometimes dire, indeed, to do what they think best supports their loved ones in returning safely home to them – even when it means their own ruin – and are dedicated to holding on until Beloved returns home.

I’m reminded, time and again, if you read, listen, look, long enough,  you will come across the same themes, over and over again…

Manifestations of stories that have survived Time – to morph and meet the current needs, while retaining the seeds of the past.

My motto?

“Be a fan of storytelling –  in all it’s various and changing artistic forms – always be on the look-out for those golden threads, that run deep and stretch long, weaving throughout time and space – to remind us of that which should never be forgotten…”

Just for Dreamwalker

Yes, this share, specifically for Sue Dreamwalker, my bloggy pal across the Big Blue Pond, who is always such a kind, home, for my heart and ways, even when I’m not at my best and go off on a rant – cuz, ya know, she loves John Denver, I love Emmy Lou, and though I never ‘nailed’ singing it as well as either of them, I sang this to my boys, when they were small, for I wanted the aspiration, idealism and beauty deeply seated in their brain, heart, comfort level (yes, this ye olde way of brainwashing….LOL)

Disclaimer: I’m just a tad south of Montana – but ya know – still in viewing distance of the Rocky Mountains!  :)  And may never outgrow my love of Colorado – but we got wide open skies, here, too, and not so many forests for me to get lost in – – LOL  Plus, I was informed by three, traveling, young couples from Montana in the mid-90s, that no, they weren’t dealing with huge influxes of California transplants – they were dealing with Coloradoan’s moving away from the Californians – – LOL

Not sure if enough time has passed, just yet, for that phase of history to be forgotten and safe for me to move – LOL

Seeing Red, Everywhere…

Yes, my mom is retired, vacationing – etc….

Someday, she’ll hanker for Colorado and want to visit – that leaves Me and my homestead to fill the need…

And (sigh) doncha know – she loves Red –

When I’m more on the (blue, green, purple fave of the color wheel)

And so – though I didn’t get all my pics from last weekends road trip properly sized/optimized for sharing – I realized, I could, at least, do the ones to post, of plants on ‘Idea’ list for area of permaculture, that blooms all summer, and will provide Mama a cozy spot to enjoy the birds, bees, flowers, etc.  as long as she doesn’t visit when it’s blizzard weather….


In the Spirit of Red….

(Mom?  Post originally titled, “Mom’s Garden Spot” – alas, Seeing Red worked better for so many other irons I have in fire, just now – NO! You’ll probably never raise me, completely, up right – BUT, figure anyone who takes the time to read, will know what’s really what –🙂  If Not?  Weeellll…. they should have been given the blessing of a reading Mama – is all I can say…  – –🙂

The shared items below are the ones the bees were really loving and clustering around – cuz, ya know?   If plant pretty and perfect, but the local bee population ignoring – well, um, yes, Pretty – but how functional is it?!?

LOL – – – I know I drive you crazy, thinking about such things…but, you should know this is how it is – for me – for now….LOL)


Arrive to walk the gardens and try out my new camera's Panorama settings - will see how it turns out - :)

Arrive to walk the gardens and try out my new camera’s Panorama settings – will see how it turns out –🙂

Okay, okay - not flowers, but, the name has Red in it, and it was pretty - thinking nice addition to perennial beds for ground cover - have to learn if drought tolerant or not.... :)

Okay, okay – not flowers, but, the name has Red in it, and it was pretty – thinking nice addition to perennial beds for ground cover – have to learn if drought tolerant or not….

Yes, the bees all over this one! Not featured, in this post, the white offerings a few spaces away that were covered with busy-bees, doing their thing...think about it - let's add some white into the garden, eh? LOL

Yes, the bees all over this one! Not featured, in this post, the white offerings a few spaces away that were covered with busy-bees, doing their thing…think about it – let’s add some white into the garden, eh?

You love the SuperTunia Petunia's from your sister's palace of hanging baskets - :) Lookee what I found! Red, Tunias AND, just as soon as I bend Dad's rebar into supporting hanging basket, this is what will be on it - just for you...:)

You love the SuperTunia Petunia’s from your sister’s palace of hanging baskets –🙂 Lookee what I found! Red, Tunias AND, just as soon as I bend Dad’s rebar into supporting hanging basket, this is what will be on it – just for you…:)

Zinnias are good companion plants, and, I believe, agressive self-seeders, which = perennial, to my mind...LOL - Have some seed for Zinnias that advertised pic come close to matching the red here - we'll see...next summer....LOL

Zinnias are good companion plants, and, I believe, aggressive self-seeders, which = perennial, to my mind…LOL – Have some seed for Zinnias that advertised pic come close to matching the red here – we’ll see…next summer….LOL

Um - yes, not, EXACTLY, red, but it is named "Archangel Rose" with some other words blended in - and so, why wouldn't it work for me - never fret - I'll plant it in between my purple loves and your red loves - it will be a 'transition focal point' - - LOL

Um – yes, not, EXACTLY, red, but it is named “Archangel Rose” with some other words blended in – and so, why wouldn’t it work for me? – never fret – I’ll plant it in between my purple loves and your red loves – it will be a ‘transition focal point’ – – LOL

But I have to tell ya – I fell in love with Canna – think it will like where I live – have long admired the plant – they had Rose, Yellow and Mango displayed, but you know I was just looking at things other than blossom color – but here ya go – be forewarned, your lil Rose’s Garden is going to have some not true red stuff in it – – LOL

CannaRose_CSU2016And, yeeeesss…..LOL

I observed the bees, birds and butterflies – I had my faves, too….

I fell in love with Ipomea – still need to research to find out how high maintenance it will be – for you know, beautiful addition to scheme of 3 lots – BUT – – so metallic/high class in muted forms, figure, it will be high maintenace/picky – – LOL


And yes, still awaiting resize/optimize pics are a variety of colors – some varieties that have “Antique” in the name – – LOL you know my heart – –🙂

LUB, Mom – Glad you are having great time on your first “retired! vacation” – know I’m doing okay – still building, planting, planning for future – cuz, ya know me – it’s what I do….

Here’s the pic of what I actually carted home from my short road trip:

(Sing_Along!  To the tune of the 12 Days of Christmas!  5 Wild Roses, 5 Native Plums and 2 Nanking Cherry trees….. – nope, I didn’t buy #s of each based off what would work for sing-along – – – LOL )


As I Sit, Writing…

The sounds of the storm, rolling across the prairie, came to my ears while I clicked away at keyboard – –

And I learned, later, the gentle pattering of moisture, here, meant more fearful things, for others – not more than 60 miles away –

And while, I wrote tonight on specific perspectives of mine, the pattering of rain reminds me….

In the end….

The sound of falling rain reminds me of all the challenges we all meet – sometimes together, sometimes, via paths greatly divided.

I am grateful for the gentle reminder sent to me, tonight –

While, somewhere, there sat a Farmer, who sighed, as moisture arrived to delay the harvest, for one more day –

There were folks who dealt with hail, instead of rain –


Yes, for me, it really is, all in the perspective –

But tonight – for me – for now –

It’s good to be reminded of why I love my homeland …

Days Go By…

What Can I Tell You?

I’m in mop up operations – catching up on personal goals put on hold last spring – cuz some things just more important, ‘to-do’ and my personal to-do list just moved from back burner to front and center recently –


I have scads of Pictures….

I have dropped right back into taking a slew of pictures to capture the moment, instead of being professional and saving time/SD card space by only snapping the perfect shot – so sue me   LOL-🙂

On To Do List

  1. ..Resize/optimize and share with you the beauty of the Colorado Plains in June/July – of the wheat harvest delayed by rain not expected until official August monsoon (July harvests were delayed, cuz Mother Nature had fun…)
  2. Post re: what makes our nation great – even when we snarl like feral dogs online over election-year-ideals –
  3. How community is the glue that sticks us together, even when we are working to find steps to move forward to a more even playing field for all community members –  –
  4. A house still in need of organization and I haven’t mopped my kitchen floor in 2 months ( WHAT?!  I don’t have small child units that eat off it – the dog, who might lick it, is responsible for dragging in the outdoor material that now litters the floor – and, presumably, already licked the ground outside and lived to tell the tale – WHAT?  I Ask You!  WHAT?!?  LOL …

(Seriously, you thought I could do the first 3 listed items AND clean my house so well I might endanger the life of my dog? All at the same time?  Are ya kiddin?   LOL)

I’m currently Livin’ off cheese and crackers –

Cuz I don’t have time to cook – just now –  do throw in deep bone broth, raw milk and some properly prepared jerky, just to get my good fats/protein quotas in –

I’m heartily disappointed in the social media and the laize faire attitude and taking my hits for trying to nail down, “Is You Is, or Is you Ain’t?” in online world – cuz not always readily apparent, to my mind – and if you expect me to like, love, share your take, which in my mind, is an “Ain’t” – well – we will have some difficulties to discuss at the time/place of your choosing….

Our country was founded upon compromise – which, today, is a dirty word – – Compromise is somehow determined to be a weakness – not sure when that happened – but, there ya go – –🙂

Founding Fathers (yes, they were all white, male, rich guys – but still, we shouldn’t ignore them, just because our current icons in the category don’t live up to their work/dreams of better…right?… OhhhKay….Maybe not….)

“Maybe this committee can’t get ‘er ALL done, today, but someday, with this foundation – we and our country can work ever towards a better morrow based upon these principals….”

Beauty, Always, Shows Up to Guide the Way….

Had a great conversation at a family BBQ I was, quite frankly, invited to, as 3rd wheel interloper – one who spent the evening saying, “I’m not related to anyone here – I’m a friend, of the mother, of the son, who is dating your beloved (daughter, niece, grand-daughter, etc.-:) )

Being me, I did venture to ask two Aunties from the St. Paul, MN neck of our country woods, the following:

“What are your thoughts on the challenges  your community faced this past year/season?”

Usually a safe question – anymore, there are always challenges to be met – and you know me – want to hear all the various perspectives – –🙂

Turns out, they think very much like I do – they remember their childhood, recent history and what they know now – and are sad they celebrated an ‘improvement’ that caused so much harm to others in their community, but they didn’t know it was causing long-term harm, at the time –

And let me tell ya – Janet has the crystal voice of a Lark and willingly led me to join in the sing-along of Sound of Music hits –🙂

Seriously!  I yodeled my way through the Lonely Goatherd and wasn’t made fun of, not once –🙂

What a spectacular evening, it was….🙂

(Although, Auntie Janet and I did get in trouble, before it was all over – apparently acoustics and my off-key singing being what they were, we were keeping a very young, over-tired, young one awake – down the hall – my apologies – I’ll just listen – and not add to the noise – –🙂

There will always be the fertile ground…

…for disagreements regarding past, voter popular items – and, at this point, think my new motto is,

“Well, check with me in 20 years, I’ll let you know if I support or not…”

…there are many in our nation shouting loud and proud because they have exhausted every single way of being heard and taken seriously – they’ve done the ‘proper channels’, to effect change – to no effect –

And before you fly off handle and say, “Not Heard?  Not Important!  We are a Democracy!” I will confess –

IF I view one more landowner who is watering the air/evaporative rate at noon in the dog days of summer, I swear, I’m gonna lose it!   Even quicker to lose it when they pooh-pooh my place, and counsel, if only I would water, things wouldn’t look so wilted – bet they wouldn’t feel the same way if I was using up their drinking water quota for the day, to irrigate my Palace of Versailles type lawn/garden – eh?

Democracy – America – She ain’t easy, eh?

Yes – Relying on aspirations, idealism and art forms to convey my thinking on this matter – cuz having a hard time finding what I want represented in rather pure, real-life form,  just now – so personally okay with depending upon the idealism of Art being the lighthouse  that illuminates the path to possibilities – –🙂

Here in my locale?  Well – the same-same-ole playing out – – -Different topic, same game – –

  • There are those who believe the tax revenues from legalizing the sale of marijuana within town limits will be our saving grace – we will have the funds to shore up crumbling infrastructure – FINALLY!
  • There are those who have put their home up for sale, (given the increasing home sale values- what do they have to lose? Are we racing pell mell towards another crash?  Cuz recent adversisements remind me, oh so much, of marketing run in 2004 or so- – ) Yes, there are those who believe legalization of sales will be our wrack and ruin – -And thus, via either greed or rats fleeing a sinking ship status, are taking to abandoning ship – but feel compelled to wax eloquent about what our town is considering – even though they chose to not live here anymore –

(Yes, I have certain hard-arsed feelings about this – if you left – if you moved, if you took your chance to ‘better’ your lot, well, as far as I’m concerned, “Thanks for your feedback – but, since you are decided you no longer wanted to be a daily participant in our community well…talk to my/the Hand.”

Can’t help myself – I think I’m fairly tolerant, but, overall, I’m still of mindset –

“You gonna dig in, and stand to meet the challenges? Stand beside the rest of the community when decisions go all to hell?  Pony up to work and find solutions?  Well, okay – go ahead…

But if you bugged out to save your own skin, pursue your own wants – while benefiting from the plusses given to you by this community,  while no longer actively being a part of the solution community – well… to my mind…

  • You have the right to complain -BUT, also,
  •  I have the right to ignore you while I instead spend time on what CAN be done – here and now –🙂
  • And if you ain’t here/living it – well, your take is second priority –

Why do i say this?

Cuz, I’m still doing research on the interesting web of Facebook culture –🙂

And, quite frankly, much like those before me who choose to research such things, I’m so amazed and shocked by the results, I can’t tear my eyes away – –

So, figure, my job, that I signed up for, is to comment upon such things – –

Sadly, recent forays have not gone well, in these areas (actually, every area, actually…I must face it, and might as well be honest…)

  • Attempts to remind those who are spending hoped for tax revenue before ever it is collected do not want to be reminded that to preserve our quaint existence may mean collected funds first put towards infrastructure and services just to ‘hold the tolerable’ line – and could cost more than collected  –
  • Attempts to caution those who say, “Prices are good, now, and why wouldn’t I sell, now and move just out of the town limit?  Good for me and mine, won’t live in town/pay taxes if THEY are going to do PASS THAT!!!….”, have, thus far, gone unheeded OR, soundly ridiculed/dismissed, because, I might, after all, be on the dark side (‘they’ are still trying to decide if I’m a demon or not…) – –
  • I’ve been encouraged to start my own Mary Jane Farm – to earn money, so I can provide affordable websites/content management services – doesn’t matter that I’m currently running about $70-90/hour below the front range average for such things – LOL –
    • I laugh at such suggestions  of farming for profit – biggest gamblers on the earth are those who earn their living from farming –
    • 2 years into legalization and folks think a good profit margin to jump into market?    It MAY have been vastly profitable when it was illegal, if you were willing to risk – Now?  Nope – LOL:)
    • Not complaining NOR do I need to charge more for my services – I know what I’m doing and what I’m working towards – for me, my community – and, if you disagree, one question, “do you know what you’re working for?”

And so – I recently took a short road trip, to sooth my nerves and talk myself down off the ledge of  contentious year – If I remember, I’ll post to let you know how it all turned out –🙂


Our most basic common link, is still, to my mind:

  • We all breathe the same air
  • We all cherish our children’s future
  • We are all mortal

And so – conclusion, for now:

  • You may be of my country, or not –
  • You may be of my culture or not –
  • You may be of my race or not
  • You may be of my gender or not
  • You may be of my religion or not
  • You may think me the devil’s handmaiden, or not –
  • And in the end – you and me breathing the same air –
  • You and me, still care for our loved ones
  • You and me still yearn to spend our days working on the things that matter –

You, if you’re smart and like me, hate to go shopping – – LOL

As you have, surely, by now,  guessed…

I’m Still trying to walk the path between:

  • Personal Experience and Accepted Status quo
  • Current Mores and the Lessons of History
  • Joy and Sorrow –
  • Angst and Hope

It’s Rarely easy to Be Me –

That’s okay – I’ve healed enough, I voluntarily signed up for being a target, for saying such things, out loud and online, once again –

Sigh – how much things change and how much they remain the same – –


This post dedicated to all the Americans that are flumoxed by current news –

… to my bloggy pals in other countries that wonder what the Average American is thinking, just now….

…Oh…wait…  scratch the last bit – – I’m becoming more and more convinced, I am not qualified to represent ‘average’ – BUT – have fun digesting this lil window into the soul of another –🙂