Keeping New Year’s Resolutions

As long time followers here know, each New Year’s Eve (and/or, the last quarter of the year or the first day of the new year…)

I think about what I’ve accomplished the past year, write it down, back date it…

And proudly proclaim to myself and others how I kept my New Year’s Resolutions this year….

Why Not?

This may seem rather bass-ackward to you, and granted, there are days when I wonder how anyone ever thought my idea of such activities was an authentic one…

But, overall and over the years, I still prefer this way of doing things – gets me into the habit of counting my blessings instead of focusing on my failures, for one….

It also makes me tell myself and you the truth – cuz I have to think about what I DID already – not what do I DREAM of Doing –

I have a fiction writer’s mind and heart – I can  invent some far-fetched dreams, that would be hard to live up to, doncha know…

Born in Despair

This all started when I felt outnumbered and labeled as “Loser” because I didn’t have Grand Plans for the Next Year I was willing to resolve and commit to –


But, fairly early in life, I realized how easily various plans collide – you see, there is:

  • My Plan, and;
  • Your Plan, and;
  • The Universal Plan

And rarely, until much later will I or You realize how the plans came together to play out in perfect harmony, or mathematical sense, just as they were supposed to –

Granted, once in awhile, it makes sense, right then, right there – but mostly, if you have more than one planner involved, it takes awhile before all participants see the true beauty and mastery of the moment – and even longer still, before mathematicians world-wide agree, “Yup! Right There!  That’s the Formula for the Theory of Everything!”

Thus,  each year, those who know me get a taste of what bending the rules to be Master of Your  Own Universe REALLY Looks like –

IF they haven’t adopted My Standard way of doing New Years Eve for themselves, before –

(Seriously, you would think folks would try it just once – just to see how it turns out…is there no common curiosity anymore?  🙂 )

I’ve done this for so long, I no longer do the full backstory or “Ta-Da” fan fare when sharing the tale – if asked about resolutions, I’m more likely to say,

“Sure I have plans for New Years Eve!   I’ll list out everything I accomplished this past year, phrase in the affirmative and back-date it to January 1st – oh, and I do my taxes – what are you doing?”

Seriously, you asked me about my plans for this night, last year, and thought my idea wonderful, and now you just asked me again, one short year later, what my plans for The Evening are –

Sigh – Having Short Term Memory issues, eh?  Well, there are things that can help with that, you know…



I happily report I kept the following 2016, back-dated, New Year’s Resolutions:

  • Learn basic Residential Electrical wiring to do minor repairs/fixture replacement without electrocuting myself or setting the house on fire – helps that this year, the wiring/breaker box of circa 1920s or 30s has been replaced…
  • Invest in Power Tools and learn how to use them…sans E.R. visits
  • Learn Basic Essential Oils for Household, Health & Cosmetic Use
  • Learn Basic Reflexology & Massage Therapy
  • Learn basic set-up of various social media accounts, so I can say, “meh! Tried it – not a fan….”
  • Learn More about the story Google Analytics data tells you about the online world
  • Learn Basic Video Editing
  • Move to a Mac Computer (this one was nearly 10 years in the dreaming world….)
  • Raise a child who lives long enough to attend college and send him off with his own adulting world wardrobe (putting together an interchangeable wardrobe of dress up clothes for a male, at Men’s Warehouse is much easier than outfitting a daughter for prom – not that I would know, for certain, but I suspect – I have friends with daughters….)
  • Send out on time nearly 200 invitations and then throw a party  and have it not suck, for son’s graduation/mom’s retirement (this was HUGE, HUGE! I tell you – I’m not a party planner!)
  • Streamline my business operations and services to be more efficient, allowing me to spend more time on content, less time on security/updates (Goodbye discount, big name provider – I’m not going to diss you, as I’m waiting to see if you reply to my “Why I’m Leaving You” feedback you requested when I canceled my account – I figure, since I didn’t charge you with fraud, lying and downright shady billing practices, my feedback might not have reached the top/urgent/handle line of your inbox – just yet – ya got 3 months to respond, and then, sans any reply other than, “You’re right, we really have gone downhill these past 2 years”,  YOU Become FAIR GAME for “How Not To Be” exampling….)
  • Show enough Business Profit to get a Mac laptop, cuz who want’s to take their desktop on a road trip?
  • Invest in perennial health of my patch of land (more fruit trees and shrubs, expand perennial, native areas of place.)
  • Remove Anger as my top Choice for Coping with Stress – P.S. Have replaced Anger with Bewilderment and Confusion, mostly – LOL


Broad list, eh?  But yes, I did all that this last year –  Maybe it is small potatoes for you,  but this year HUGE for me – and, still not certain, really, how I survived it long enough to be telling you about it –

While the year kept to the goals of my long-term plan, and met my list of “to learn/research this year” things, it didn’t play out at all like I expected – as usual -(remember the variety of Plans all at work in the Matrix…)

Ah, well –

  1. I can always dream about this coming year and what I’ll do,
  2. Adhere to core goals in daily choices and, then, observe….
  3. How do the daily choices of where I spend my time, energy and focus play out in the coming year?

For, in the end, if I’m one step closer to a long-term goal….

Or just a tad smarter/wiser than I was last year –

Well, then, I moved forth, right?

We like to joke about One Step Forward, Two Steps Back –

Sometimes, perhaps, Life just demands we do those Dance Steps – for reasons we don’t fully understand at the time.

In the end, we all wind down one phase, greet a new one, and, with an optimism that defies all logic, we plunge into yet another year of possibilities –

Happy New Year!

P.S. – You are inventing a machine to save me from myself or power tool injury, right?

Cuz “Basic Woodworking  & Furniture Building” is on My Plan of things to explore in 2017…

If I really, really LOVE doing such things, I might think about exercising enough to have the muscles to do manual carpentry – hard to saw off your own arm using manual tools, without great effort – –

On the other hand….Hmmm…Exercise Regularly is not even on my radar – won’t my daily activities take care of fitness thingees?!? 🙂


2016 – Goodbye

I confess – I was 12 when Princess Di got married – and I cried when I learned she was dead.

I once, long ago, did a “I’m a Fan” post for Elizabeth Taylor – even though I’m usually out of the loop by 6 months to a decade or more on such things…

Suffice to say, this year, we’ve lost a host of artists, creatives and larger than life folks.

Those who influenced us at key times, individually and those who made the world sit up and take notice – –

And so, instead of once more editing-before-publishing my end-of-year-what-did-I-learn-in-2016 styled post – I’m going to share some of my faves of Carrie Fisher – I have the DVD, backed up digital copies of Star Wars and When Harry Met Sally…need to replace The Man with One Red Shoe.

There are many who remember her mom, Debbie, fondly – and still others who will roast me for not having The Blues Brother’s DVD in my arsenal 🙂

BUT, to me?  She’ll always be not only Sally’s best friend, but also, a Princess from long ago, in a galaxy far away.
May the Force Be With You, Carrie – Walking Carpets and all…

One Bright Day…

“One bright day, in the middle of the night.

Two dead boys stood up to fight.

Back-to-back, they faced each other.

Drew their swords and shot each other.

The deaf policeman heard the noise,

Came and killed the two dead boys.

If you don’t believe what I say is true,

Ask the blind man, he saw it too.”


I do not know if this is an excerpt or complete recitation of a poem.

I learned the verse in childhood.

I cannot tell you who wrote it, or from what era it comes from, and not sufficiently curious enough to research in order to know for certain – if you do know, or wish to know, have at it and feel free to leave your findings or knowledge in the comment section.  I have no need to research, for I think the basic truths are there for anyone to comprehend.

Dad was also rather fond reciting his version of a Pogo quote:

I have spotted the enemy – They is Us.


Dad lived the verse and the quote

So many years later, I think the reason I remember the verse and quote is due to Dad’s frequency with recitation of them.

When he saw others stumbling along lost

When he recognized his own blindness,

When he knew not if Now came about through his own obliviousness or that of those around him or the world he inhabited…

He recited, shared, repeated.


Today reminded me of both verse and quote.

Tonight, I’m still unsettled – and I can hear my dad’s voice intoning that which I already am familiar with.

It is not easy to face yourself back-to-back.

I do promise not to draw my sword and shoot myself –

Basic sword smithing and combat is on the “Learn How-To List”  for 2020

Thus, I and the world should be safe for another 3 years or so – you know how clumsy I can be 🙂

Silent Night

Lest you be disillusioned into believing me seduced into the never-ending spread of The Season into bordering portions of the year,

Rest easy.

Tonight I share with you not words of Christmas, perfection, the good will of mankind, peace on Earth or even, a fail-proof, in 5 minutes or less, recipe for those who, like me, are hopeless in the arena of quick breads, sweets and treats.

Nor shall I climb upon my soap box, to expound upon the insane frenzy of the commencing shopping season, give a reminder that, saying No sometimes gifts both the giver and the recipient, or even to murmur, “Money can’t buy happiness…”

(It can buy such trifles as shelter, food, heat, medicine… and only those who have never had to choose between such as these four as to which shall be the priority for the next few days, weeks, months,  dare to utter the words, “Money isn’t everything, you know.” without adding, “but, my, doesn’t it come in handy sometimes?”)

Instead, I share with you a story of my salvation.

Which occurs many times, every year…

In various forms and ways.

Tonight, I logged in to announce another celebration:

Silent Night has returned.

The Quilt of Winter Comfort has finally arrived in my neck of the woods, to lay over and comfort my tired and weary soul.

So quick was the restoration of me, in wake of the “temperature & moisture falling” tonic, I and Oakley raced to the front yard.

To Dance

An activity which,  to the casual observer, looks similar to a game of keep-away or me being herded towards some imaginary gate, over yonder – take your pick and you shan’t go wrong, no matter what you choose…)

We didn’t dance as the recent full moon trekked through our space – we quietly walked out of doors to gaze in wonder at the beauty of it- the tide of our feminine spirits pulled to awaken in the middle of the night (aka “o’dark thirty”)

(okay, I confess to lying half-awake in bed, bemoaning my achey body, with Oakley dutifully pacing, nudging, URGING me to awaken enough to join her in paying homage and granting a moment of respect, contemplation and reverence to the huntresses in our respective pasts, who depended upon the full moon’s sway and light, to guide the way to sustenance.

But we did dance and play, tonight.

In relief for some sort of moisture falling from the sky and a return of the brand of order we are used to for this season.  Who ever heard of wanting to use the A/C in November, for goodness sakes?

And who ever heard of wondering if any winter gardening activities should or should not take place while most of the trees still carry their leaves?

That’s IT!

I shall boldly plant Zone 7 & 8 perennials next July – in a control plot, rather sheltered from the wind, but all the same – I SHALL!

Just for the experience of it.  To remind me of my brilliance and/or lunacy – we shall see which way it plays out.

After Our Snow Dance

I remembered to grab the camera – and with shaky hands from yet another long day of this and that – and perhaps a smidge of chill from dancing in the snow, sans shoes or shirt…

(I jest, surely… or maybe not… 🙂 I’ll let you know if Oakley was sans or I – someday ….)

I snapped some quick pics of our surrounding space and the dear friends occupying it –

A Slice of Now & Here

The beloved Charlie Brown Christmas Tree, that I cannot bear to cut down, no matter how it doesn’t work with my 5-year plan, south side, year-round cottage garden, layout, and may struggle to put up with me, but does not struggle with my space – it continues on in it’s imperfect form, in spite of mismanagement, guilt & pity from me, careless deliveries of pallets/dumpsters by young men who cannot see the Charlie Brown in their windshield, review/side mirrors or their soul, just yet –

Yes, Charlie Brown tree struggles (or not, whadda I know?) year in, year out and is too much of a survivor to be cut down simply for  ‘lack of pretty normalcy or conformity”.

live charlie brown tree

The Grandfather Ponderosa Pine Tree that is ‘condominium living’ for my local furry & feathered friends.  Apparently, Grandfather needs a haircut in order for his immediate neighborhood to qualify for insurance.

The new insurance provider is shocked and dismayed that photos of place to be insured reveal that two baby branches, less than 1/2 in diameter, brush up to kiss the northeast soffit/roof line.

Heaven to Betsy!  What a Huge Risk!  Must trim/alleviate the potential for damage, I am informed.

(I didn’t give vent to my feelings during the live conversation, so I simply must tell you now – it took every ounce of my will power not to sarcastically intone for the next 15 minutes or so, what would happen to this house/neighborhood  should the Yellowstone Caldera blow or a summer storm morph into the Finger of God (tornado).

There!  I feel better – that unspoken spiel has been building within me the past few weeks – Confession is good for the soul, is it not? )


The Dryland Garden area where last spring, Rhubarb flourished and the Summer of Iris and Robin were forever engraved upon my mind and heart.


The hardy transplanted lilac seedlings of 2013 prosper, and have compact branches full of leaves -still – It has not been cold enough for the shrubbery to feel good about disrobing, I guess…

You can’t easily make out the lilacs – but, like the amateur who cannot explain their joke enough to draw a laugh, I only tell you they are there, in middle of the picture, and shall refrain from  putting in a yellow arrow to focus your eyes on just one more dark area in a blurry blob of photography failure – 🙂  But isn’t that sliver of light interesting?  Which is why I added this fail to the post – 🙂



A picture of the ‘long dead, should be cut down’ tree at the corner, that eerily reminds me of artwork photoshopped for the shamanic journey experience that prompted the Garden Within post, oh-so-long ago –

Can you make out the wreath, surrounding its’ trunk?

Roots shoot forth, each spring. One more chance for the tree soul  to embrace Life in the Sun.

Dead Tree, surrounded by live seedlings

Blurred Pictures for a year that passed in a Blur.

No picture, post, poem or novel could ever fully capture and do justice to what is in my mind and heart, just now, as I try mightily to share with you, just a glimpse, of my world.


I will simply start to close with a picture of Oakley girl, shortly after we came indoors.

See the bits of snow still clinging to her coat?  See the carpet that is now vacuumed regularly, but still cluttered with piles of “to organize, put back” stacks from this year’s remodeling and transitioning work?


Oh, Wait!

You can’t ‘see’, but rest assured, directly to the left (or west) of the below captured  frame, lies a clutter corner – which may or may not be cleared out before company arrives on Saturday –

I’m ready to put the ‘we come to see you, not your house” and ‘we will help you get stuff done if we can just come (visit/home)- don’t stress yourself” to test.

Okey-Dokey then, crockpot suppers, cluttered corners, scheduled chaos,  are my version of:

“Ta-Da! I didn’t stress myself!   Whaddya Think?  Still happy to be here?”



The season to rest, dream and plan for yet another next year….  A time for gathering, sharing stories, catching up, eating comfort food in all it’s glorious winter forms – food to make up for all the meals you missed during busy season – and to put on a layer of ‘padding’ to keep you warm in January/February and later, burn off in lieu of meals missed next busy season.


Tonight, I celebrate the spectrum of Winter Holidays.

You know how I love the minutes of life – Those moments in time that call for celebration and dancing.

Perhaps,  I was busy, or I might be busy, ‘doing’, when other calendar/moon dates arrive – so why not Be Happy and Do Dancing, right here, right now, to celebrate eternity?

For every celebration, still to come or this in the past – I give thanks – for me, us, you.

Why? and Why Not?

…are Daily Questions & Quests,  here, I confess.

I must bid you adieu, for now –

So I might eat, ponder and then lay me down to rest –

…just as soon as I clean up the ground mulching/watering portions of Silent Night Oakley and I managed to track back into the house….

(Please DO NOT express shock and or dismay,  when I wish you Happy New Year, Independence Day or Harvest Home tomorrow, or next week or some bizarre day in February, when the sun shines warm, the earth sheds its blanket and I think it’s time to once more, give thanks for the gifts that show up without a calendar, prediction and or officially declared & decreed ‘moment’  🙂  It is rather, all the same to me, this call to celebrate and dance, here and there, as the mood strikes – and every time I experience….

well….. “IT” –

Yet another holiday is written upon and logged within my mind and soul.)

Happy Silent Night – For now and always.

Writers of The Plains

Well, howdy, community – Yes, I went MIA again. No, nothing is wrong…

Below is a link to the library newsletter on just one of the projects I’ve been working on in my local community – a local Writing Group!

So far, we have 2 poets, 2 journalists, 2 freelance magazine articles writers, one tech writer and 2 educators/classic & antique book preservers – 🙂  Ages of interested folks range from 17 to 76.

Some with publishing credits, others with none – some with a drawer full of rejection letters, others with agents – some wingin’ it on their own, other’s posting their works for free use with attribution – 🙂

I can’t wait for our first, official meet-up – and who knows?

Can you say self-published anthology of the anatomy of an eccentric & diverse group?   LOL

Here’s the first broad scoped newsletter I put together with resources/ideas – notice how I displayed various links for these fine folks to find their way to you – – 🙂

Writer’s of the Plains November Newsletter

TGIF and may your weekend be grand.  If you’re in the States, may you survive next Tuesday.



24 hours and counting…

I cannot let this one go…


Two Lines

…is apparently all it takes to keep me distracted and pondering for a day or more – perhaps the rest of my life…

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

Courtesy a Documentary

…on the Allegheny Observatory. 🙂

Well, um, yeah – how else do you think any message reaches me?

I looked up the full poem – which, according to Wikisource, is in public domain, as it was published in 1923 and the author died at least 100 years ago..

And so, I am going to copy/paste it in – instead of linking, only – 🙂

(But here’s the link, too, if you wish…

The Old Astronomer

by Sarah Williams

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, – I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me, – since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, – that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,–
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars, –
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.



Status Report from Bally Bin

The plan of blogging each Sunday, has not yet happened … sigh….

A few more things moved from “To-Do” to “Completed” lists… Yay!

New ones added to list – but more along lines of, “If I live long enough, would like to know more about….” type items. 🙂

Self-Care routines taking up plenty of time each day, as I waited rather late to remember to eat properly, sleep enough, etc., the last few months, and as usual – the mounting issues snowballed until my entire being said, “ENOUGH! DO Something, ANYTHING!  Right Now!”

Okey-Dokey, then…Oops!  Did too much self-care – think I need to take a nap, and let all my energy go towards heal…hmm?  zzzzz……   🙂

But tonight, I managed to work my way through a day’s worth of posts done by my bloggy buddies – a lot of Likey-Likes were done, some comments, but overall – so pleased when I reached the feed notice of “1d ago” – and could say, “FINALLY!  I Made it through a Day of ….WAIT!  NO!  Don’t Announce “New Post!”  What?!?  3 New Posts?”  Sigh, again…


I’ll never catch up, but tonight feels like small victory, nonetheless – at least from my ‘lil better today, than yesterday’ viewpoint  🙂


Plumber I finally settled upon to hire (it was tough – ya know, my Dad was a durned fine plumber, so I’m rather picky…) arrived today – just about got the job completely done, to remove 50-60? year galvanized steel runs here and there, get drains on proper level (I do think the plumbing was done more carelessly than the electrical wiring in the 40’s was done – oh, wait, I haven’t fully told you this winter/spring/summer’s electrical rewiring job, have I?)

Tonight, I have water to the bathroom, not the kitchen, but whadda I care?  Been doing my dishes in dishpans in the bathtub for months now – 🙂

(Which is one of many reasons my diet has been primarily raw veggies, beef jerky, cheese and crackers for so long – less dishes/pans to wash while kneeling by the river….I mean…bathtub….)  🙂

Won’t cook for myself, but doncha know, when Oakley was showing signs of Matron Status – didn’t I just bust out the 6 & 8 quart crockpots to start doing a never ending simmering deep-bone broth routine for base of home-made dog food – and the subsequent research, double-checking of info, dish/pan/crock washing, etc….

Figured out how-to both feed her well (no green beans), and pull some out of the broth, to prepare for my “like spice/veggies/seasonings in mine that will kill you” (I’m not a fan of green beans, either, every meal) and we are both recovering from the cliff of “Oops!  Ya haven’t been eating right, right?” we were both teetering on – due to not paying attention (me) and advancing age (her).


Cool nights are followed by warm days – and still waiting for hard frost, so I can do splitting, separating, transplanting, new plantings for spring bounty once we are rather assured they won’t get false start and take off, just in  time to get hit by the first blizzard of the year –

Deep watered last Sunday – will probably do another on Thursday, if forecast holds – just so I don’t risk ruining equipment or plants in the ground, when I attempt winter watering and forget to start early enough in day OR unhook hose from hydrant – 🙂

Hopefully, this weekend will be THE ONE!

(Been saying that for a good 3 weeks, but air doesn’t feel/or smell right, just yet – 🙂  Not that I can trust myself, you know – figure Mother Nature will give me a kick in the seat of the pants to let me know – I put my request in for such help, in August – I have faith…)

Iris to split, so they all have plenty of room next year – Rhubarb, same, gifted sedum & low growing, deep rooted grass seed to plant in vicinity of fruit tree areas – garlic bulbs (3 varieties) to plant here and there among the wild roses – sigh – – I’m tired now, just thinking about all that has to be done, Saturday a.m. – 🙂

New Part-Time Job

Returned to Library part-time, this go-round as a full, official Librarian (yup, that’s what my name lanyard says…so it must be true, right?)

Learning curve on so many things has been steep – cuz we are a small branch, small staffed and the boss is wonderful and has put together a team full of folks with diverse skills, experience, education, talents – so between us all, we usually have it covered – but, sigh, I drew tech support operations – and….ugh!

We all know I work to make free, low/no-cost options and/or existing software  jump through hoops to streamline daily operations – BUT – hardware?   Networks?  Troubleshooting?  Windows empire and never-ending updates? –

Are you sure ya hired the right gal?!

But, I’m upbeat, overall,  because we are all expected to come up with programming ideas, and, somehow, the Gardening group and Writers Group were offered as ideas for my attention, ideas… 🙂

Which means I’m full bore into putting together templates, research, resources, for monthly newsletters, flyers, talking to patrons to find out what they hope for from the monthly meet-up – etc., and doing my usual thing,

  • “Oh, do you know (so and so)?  I just bet they could help you with that!” or
  • “Are you familiar with this book?  I think some of the ideas in it might answer your need..”  or,
  • “Start off with no cost/low cost, if you’re exploring and see how it goes.  You can always throw money at it later – and if you find out, not your thing?  Well, at least you’re just out your dreaming time – ain’t ya glad ya got that out of your system, affordably?”

So, dear bloggy buddies, especially you gardeners and writers, self-publishers, connectors – you may start seeing some email follows, or brand new blogs that are a private/not published yet – starting to follow you – just a heads up – 🙂

Because, I like them, in person, and would love for them to discover you 🙂

Plus, I like showing my diverse local crowd, what a diverse group can be found here – 🙂


Although today/week was a ‘boots hit the ground! then start running…” feel to it –

You have eased my soul tonight – I wish you a Happy Monday and wonderful week ahead.