PNewL PNewS Volume 17 Issue 2

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PNewL PNewS

Volume 17 No. 2 “All the pnews that phits.” July 2009

Time Management

The other day I was getting ready to go out. I had an hour before I needed to leave, and I felt I was already late. Then I paused. I have an entire hour with little more than a shower, getting dressed etc, and breakfast. This seemed manageable in an hour but for some reason, it felt unmanageable. I sat myself down to discuss.

For those who don’t know this about me, I am one of the fastest shower-ers ever. I am not sure what people do in the shower for more than seven minutes. I mean really—what are you doing in there? Whatever you are doing, either I skip it or do it super fast because other than when I am freezing cold, I am bored after a few minutes. And having lived in California for so many years during the drought and now in NC on a well, paranoid it will run dry, the sound of a shower is just not all that comforting.

Ok, so shower takes up less than 10 minutes being overly generous, allowing for undressing, organizing towel and bath mat, making sure the bucket is there collect pre-warm water.

Post-shower. In case there is any doubt, I don’t dither over what I am going to wear. Ok, maybe there are those times when something got into the closet or drawer just too wrinkled, or a little bit stained and I have to start over, but really, figuring out what to wear is not something I spend a ton of time on. I’ll give it less than 10 minutes, a generous amount of time again. Oh maybe not so generous. And here’s why: When I went to Florida to surprise Gini for her birthday, she asked if there was anything I wanted to do while I was there. I said, let’s get our make-up done. This was a bit out of character as I have not worn much make-up since I worked in downtown San Francisco in the ‘80s. Since my hair has started to get light again (I was a blond into my 20s and am, in my 50s, getting lighter again, this time heading silver), I think I look washed out and I thought it might be interesting to see if I could get some color back. We went to see Joanne who sells Mary Kay and she did the whole she-bang, with q-tips and cotton balls and dabs of this and that. It’s pretty basic, when I remember to do it—little line here, mascara there, blush and I am outa there. Don’t tell Joanne as she thinks I am putting on all sorts of goop too. All totaled, that takes about 90 seconds.

On the subject of breakfast: I do have a teeny ritual there that involves a little stovetop espresso maker and two cups. And in the winter I have oatmeal and in the summer, blender drink. Much of this can be multitasked so it doesn’t take as much time as one might think. At the outside, let’s give breakfast and reading the paper (or as Chris describes it, looking at the pictures) 15 minutes. At the outside we are looking at less than 36 ½ minutes. That number shocks me as I don’t think of those things as taking that much time, but there you have it.

When the dog is in residence, I need to add walk time: 30+ minutes, breakfast preparing: 7 minutes, telling him how handsome he is: most of the day. On the day that this whole discussion started, he was not here luckily or it would have been much more complicated.

While these numbers for morning prep are small and I should have 20+ minutes to spare, I know myself pretty well sometimes. The thing I know about myself that does not yet figure in the above equation is what I call “The Farting Around Factor” (FAF). I apologize to those of you for whom this language is indelicate, but it is what it is.

FAF easily takes several hours a day, or more if the time is available. It encompasses a whole slew of things that derail my schedule. It includes checking email which often morphs into googling any number of topics. It includes trying to get stuff that has migrated from its home in another room to visible horizontal surfaces, back to its home. This is complicated by the “Why did I come into this room?” dilemma. You know, you walk into the bathroom to put away something that was in the living room and on the way back, find yourself in the office thinking you would be efficient by picking up….now what was it I was here for? Yeah, I feel you nodding. And then there’s the adult onset ADD mentioned in previous issues in which I figure that as long as I am here and can’t remember why, I could just reorganize the thread collection or look for that article I wanted to read on crazy quilt stitching.

A friend was visiting recently and he said his wife’s time management issues drove him crazy. Ah dear friend, I feel your pain.

Things I am Learning & Miscellaneous Observations

* The birds that built the nest on my back porch are long gone. It was a bit disturbing that they left while I was out of town, leaving no note, no thank you, no “It was mighty kind of you to allow us to trash your back porch and prevent you from using it for over a month while we lay eggs, sat on them, hatched five lovely youngsters and taught them to fly.” There are Eastern Phoebes that fly around my yard but I don’t know if they were born here or were parents here or who knows, both.
* I am a bit frustrated with me and digital cameras because I don’t make prints and put them in to albums any more. When I saw the little books listed on the Kodak website, I decided to check it out and I had a small book made of some of my photographs of Bhutan. This is SO cool. A couple weeks later, this little book arrived with all my beautiful pictures bound into a little book that weighs NOTHING compared to the albums I have been carting around. What fun. I know a lot of you have been doing this for ages and I know there are all sorts of companies doing such a thing, but this is my first and it was a very satisfying experience!
* In the AARP Bulletin November 2008, there was a “snapshot” of a person’s life who works until s/he retires at 66, with a list of statistics. I found it interesting that the average worker spends TWO YEARS sick and only 1.4 years on vacation.
* Since I last wrote, I have been out and about. I went to a conference in Washington DC and fell in love with our nation’s capital, and to the Bay Area for the annual Angel Island picnic. All good. I also went to a quilt symposium in Raleigh (my first foray into the eastern side of the state) that was lots of fun and where I learned lots of neat stuff from really inspiring talented teachers.
* People are so different. I had some neighbors who are planning a backpacking trip in Colorado in a little over two weeks over for dinner the other night. Susan was talking about buying shoes for the trip. When I asked when they were leaving, they said they needed to make reservations. So they’d ordered shoes but not plane tickets? Very differen from how I do things…!
* I want to say something about Facebook but I am not sure what it is. I was struck by the fact that my niece has over 500 friends; that people are uploading over 1 billion photos a month (source: FB website); that the fastest growing segment of the FB population is over 35. In the March 15 NY Times Magazine, writer Peggy Orenstein ruminates over the effect this phenomenon is having on the younger generation. For her (a woman of a certain age) it’s fun to re-connect with people from the past—but with the young who don’t have a significant past, is it about staying up to date every minute? (I’m not going to even get into Twitter!) Another article in the same magazine (10/26/08), the author was realizing he had 700 friends on FB but no one to meet up with at a pub. Ok, that’s probably ‘nuff said.
* Back to School sales have begun. They actually started a while back. This is a very difficult time of year for me. I love new notebooks—I have a moratorium on new notebooks--and pens, scotch tape, Crayola products, and don’t even start on the plastic storage issue. Have you seen the Really Useful Boxes (Made in the USA) at Office Depot? I want one in every size and color. I am getting there.

It's June???

How did this happen? Alas. Onward. It's been a busy time.

Here's a before shot of the demolition project...and an after

Then, an Eastern Phoebe moved in and set up housekeeping (a nest) on the light on my back porch, just when I was looking forward to having my breakfast out there... She made a lovely little nest though was sloppy in doing so--the siding is splattered with mud. I have been keeping the blind closed hoping not to disturb her. She seems to be an attentive mama. Here she is on the nest, through the blind. (if you wanna see a bigger version, click on the photo)
This past weekend I went to a quilt symposium in Raleigh, my first foray into the other side of North Carolina. It was a great event for me. Interesting entertaining lectures, good teachers, inspiring work, and some nice people. I had a strange roommate--kind of a sour sort--but otherwise, all good. Even the food was impressive for a college cafeteria, with good healthy choices. There was way too much food we didn't need (cookies, brownies, chips, soda at every meal...well, not breakfast but then you could get grits and gravy, french toast, and some brightly colored cereals), but again, there were good choices.

[A side note: I was reminded of a trip to a quilt show with my aunt who said, Quilting must make you feel good--you are younger taller and thinner than most of the people it attracts. I am still all of those things! Though the aging thing is catching up to me.]

I took a class with Larkin Van Horn who taught Beadwork for Quilters or something like that. This is the beaded button I made. It's a start.



On the way home, I stopped at this place called Replacements Ltd., which I have seen on e-bay. They buy and sell china, glass and silver. It's an amazing place (huge!) and right off the freeway between western NC and Raleigh apparently since that was where I was. You can tell them what you are looking for and they look it up on their computer and they tell you how many of whatever they have in stock, complete with a photo. It was a hoot. There's a clearance section where I got some bowls for $2.99 I had been following on e-bay. (I would've paid a lot more esp. with shipping.) But anything that wasn't in the clearance section was real money. It was a fun stop. Here's their website if you are curious (http://www.replacements.com/) and if you are on I-40, in the middle of nowhere NC, check it out.

Upon my return, I found that the babies in the nest had hatched. And here they are sleeping. They appear to be mostly beak at this point. Hopefully, a picture is worth a thousands words as I am short on words and long on pics this time around.

And the walls came tumbling down...

This past week, I returned to Florida for the demolition of the sinking garage. The direction the garage was going--down in some parts, up in others and in opposite directions in others—was worrisome to say the least. When I returned after being gone a mere six weeks and opened the garage door (something I hadn’t done in six months for fear something violent might happen), I noticed that I almost needed to duck to get out the door. There was daylight coming through in many places and the broomstick test (sticking it in the cracks to see how wide they were) no longer worked. I could fit my arm or leg through some of ’em. There had been some serious motion over time and then some more in the last six weeks.

I have my theories why this is happening after 40 years. These houses built on sand are being affected by the pounding of pilings on new homes. It was supposed to be a trailer park and instead they built heavy cement homes on sand. Things started to move when they were building the causeway, so far and yet so near. Henry says the whole neighborhood is built on mangroves which are finally rotting and moving. Jim said erosion. Some guy whose name I have forgotten salivated at the thought of sinkhole. I had a series of folks walk through with suggestions about what to do with it. Since the electricity and all other utilities make their way into the house through the garage, my decision was to tear it down. If the thing fell when I wasn’t around, I’d be even less popular than I already am.

I had wanted to throw a party so friends could enjoy the view. My belief has always been that when one spends a lot of money, one should enjoy it. I threw a party in California when I re-roofed that house and made everyone ooh-ahh the new pretty grey-blue shingles. Heck, I threw a party inviting everyone to come over and paint my house but I am getting off-topic. The party here didn’t happen unless you call Peggy Gini and Bear a party (which I could). The work commenced at 7:20 a.m., which was the main reason I didn’t serve hors d’oeuvres and champagne. One moment we were talking—the large equipment driver, Henry, and the three of us—and the next, the front of the garage was gone. We hardly had a moment to focus the cameras. The guy who ran the equipment—we’ll call him Chet because that is his name—was an artist. He was so delicate and so accurate and soooo good at what he did I was in awe. I mean, sure, there was a lot of ripping and crunching and creepy sounds, but he would take the giant claw and nudge the mess of wood and rebar and concrete into distinct piles. He pulled a large ixora bush out like it was a dandelion. He gently placed things in the dumpster, filling the first with “everything else,” and the second and third with concrete which will be recycled here on the island. It was fascinating. I got bored after over five hours but that’s a long time to watch a…someone said it was a backhoe but I’m not sure. I thought of “Mike (Chet) Mulligan & his Steam Shovel.”

And so it’s gone. (Photos of the event are online at http://pnewlpnews.spaces.live.com/photos/; we are still working on the video and I understand I can load it onto Facebook. Am I hip or what?) The house doesn’t look totally goofy without the garage. They are rebuilding the soffits around the edges of the remaining building and making it look like it’s supposed to be that way. The furniture is slowly going to new homes. Someone more skilled than I will do a deep cleaning and a tenant will move in in a couple months.

Time is an amazing thing. It marches on. Stuff happens. We move on to whatever the next latest thing is. Then I find Dad’s files about his thirty-some years on and around Sanibel, complete records of every impact he had here including the Garage Project of 1985 and I realize I have demolished one of his projects but it was a small one. Others will live on way beyond this house. Meanwhile, I will head back to North Carolina soon, Bear and Gini are down on the west end, and Chet is performing his art for some other unsuspecting soon-to-be fan.

I thought I should close with a quintessential Sanibel shot. Yup, paradise.

PNewl PNews Volume 17 Issue #1!!!

PNewL PNewS
Volume 17 No. 1 “All the pnews that phits.” April 2009

Hee Haw…or not

I am not a farmer. I am not even a very good gardener. In California, I used to think of my trips to the nursery as charitable donations that were not tax-deductible. I spent many dollars on plants that didn’t thrive under my less than watchful ADD-ish eyes. Now I have moved to the country where everyone seems to be gardeners if not full-fledged farmers and I am trying to keep up.

When I moved to the wilds of Marin County in California, I remember showing Peter where I lived and he pointed out that I didn’t live in the country, I lived in the suburbs. When Carla and I were talking about where we ideally wanted to live, she asked if I had always lived in a suburban-like environment. I had to confess most of my homes leaned in that direction (though only one of them truly leaned). So sue me. (I guess I am a little defensive.)

Now I believe I do live in the country. There are llamas uphill from me and angora goats next door. Sculley has become a chicken herder. And there were horses across the street until they moved to greener pastures—really. Oh and an honest-to-god bison farm (ranch?) at the end of the road. A nice young couple have a vegetable stand during the growing months from the crops they grow across the road. And the road—I try not to call it a street and sound suburban—is gravel and dirt; the fire department is volunteer. If I have a medical emergency, I am fairly convinced I am on my own. Water comes from a well; outflow goes to a septic tank. Sounds a wee bit like the country to me.

And so between snow and rain interruptions, I have been pretending to be a gardener. Some of it is fun and some of it, frankly, hurts. First, I would start by telling you the story about why there are so many bloody rocks in this ground but I can’t remember it and my North Carolina native older neighbor tells it way better than I ever could. I cheered at every shovelful that was rock-free and believe me, there was not much cheering going on. Some day I will make a nice wall—about fifteen feet high—with all the rocks I have dug up.

Chris and I went to the Madison County Extension offices in a blinding snowstorm to get blueberries and raspberries for me, and asparagus and strawberries for her. It was a good morning. We went into Marshall and had a delicious lunch. Then the painful part started. I hope the blueberries appreciate it.

When I learned about growing roses, there was a line about a $25 hole for a $5 plant. If not quite $25 holes, the blueberries got fancy dang holes filled with all sorts of goodies. And they won’t even produce a berry for two to three years. As a big fan of immediate gratification, this is killing me! Then I started digging for the raspberries and when I felt I had done them justice, I noted that I had bought TEN plants not 5. Sigh. More digging but not where I had started as I fear it won’t be sunny enough. The yard is starting to look at bit like a patchwork quilt: little flower things here, bulbs over there, here a berry there a berry.

At the end of a long afternoon of digging (how do I remember my mother sitting so much when she gardened?), I dragged all the tools into the shed which I had been using for storage. Tired of trying to squeeze my totally wonderful garden cart into the garage, I decided to move the gardening supplies to the shed. Since I was last in there, some new tenants moved in. Fortunately, they don’t take up too much space. They took up residence under a shelf of a wire rack I had left out there. Boy did that resident look surprised when I removed his roof. Bear thought it was a fun game, chasing the skittering critter out the door. The next one was living in the plastic bag with the rack hardware, which she filled with moss for a nest. When I moved the bag, a mama with the biggest sweetest black eyes--Susan says she’s a field mouse--jumped up and ran, leaving behind—oh never mind. It was not a happy scene, but if I sound callous, trust me I wasn’t. I screamed…like a girl…and can’t seem to get those big eyes out of my mind.

Meanwhile, the rain continues off and on and Bear and I slip walks and planting in between downpours. (I know, I know, we need the rain.) And if nothing blooms or bears fruit it’s not my fault this time, it’s the wacky ways of Mother Nature in the wilds of a North Carolina spring.

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Things I am Learning & Miscellaneous Observations

• While I really enjoy having the large hound with me, I have these moments when I just wish I could take his batteries out and shove him in the closet…just for a few hours. Good thing I never had kids, eh?
• Once again, this time at the John Prine concert, I was reminded how full of lyrics my brain is. There is no more room. It’s not my memory that is a problem, it’s the storage issue. I sang along with almost every song in the program.
• My favorite new books: “The Survivors Club” by Ben Sherwood–great statistics about why some of us survive and some don’t, and how you could have better odds; and “Tomato Blessings and Radish Teachings” by Edward Espe Brown (suggested by Tracy, one of my fellow travelers to Bhutan) which is part wisdom and insight, and part recipes. Both good. Check em out.
• Happy Birthday PNewL PNewS! You are 17 years old!!
• Sitting in an auditorium, fairly certain I wouldn’t see anyone I know, I tallied up the number of people I have met since I moved to North Carolina—the number of people who I know well enough that we would recognize each other and perhaps remember the context. I was pleased to realize the number was working up towards 30. While that may not impress others, I thought that was pretty good progress.
• The other day I went out at around 6pm. While March had been full of the swelling of spring, early April brought back a taste of winter. For two days, we had snow (which Bear loved) with huge heavy snowflakes. When we went out at the end of the day, the light was kind of gray towards greenish-yellow. The sun was coming through a fairly heavy layer of clouds. I wondered if I was having some frightening neurological event because the colors got lemony and vibrant, the bright spring green of the grass was coming through the fresh white snow on the ground. And then there was this swirl of huge—I mean HUGE—wet flakes. A large happy puppy tossing his ball into the snow and stuffing his face down into the stuff on the ground added to what was pretty darned surreal scene.
• I was sent a link to an article by Kathy Freston in which there was a remarkable list of statistics regarding the impact of not eating meat. It gives one pause. I quote some of it below. The original text can be found at http://www.alternet.org/water/134650/the_startling_effects_of_going_vegetarian_for_just_one_day/
If everyone went vegetarian just for one day, the U.S. would save: 100 billion gallons of water, enough to supply all the homes in New England for almost 4 months;
Globally, we feed 756 million tons of grain to farmed animals. As Princeton bioethicist Peter Singer notes in his new book, “The world is not running out of food. The problem is that we--the relatively affluent--have found a way to consume four or five times as much food as would be possible, if we were to eat the crops we grow directly.” Food for thought…
• I have been back to the Women Build house at Habitat in Asheville a few more times. (Leaving after my last day before the “key ceremony” when they turn over the house to the new owners, was hard. I enjoyed myself and I think we did a good job.) I have nailed subflooring, hung cabinets, done some really horrible stucco-ing, installed soffits and trim. Next week, the garage on the house in Florida is being torn down. Two years ago, we gutted houses in New Orleans. What is it about April that brings all this building and tearing down?

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Angel Island Picnic #28
Saturday, June 27th
Perles Beach
Be there or be square—Everyone’s welcome to join us!
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"I wish Pooh were here. It's much more friendly with two." AA Milne
(Piglet? Eeyore? Christopher Robin? I will have to go re-read to find out.)

And the seasons they go round and round

Spring has sprung in the mountains of Western North Carolina (March 23)

And then it un-sprung. (April 7)

But Baru Bear didn't seem to mind!

It’s fun! It’s cheap! And I think it’s legal!!?

Recently I was visiting a place where there was no internet access and I am a junkie. Living without is unbearable and a wee bit disorienting. I can go to the local library but the hours are somewhat limited and the drive is…well, it’s not across the street. I can go to friends’ homes but the timing and distance are a factor as well. My dear friend had a solution: drive around the neighborhood and find a wireless network that is “unsecured.” True to my PNewS tradition, I tried it so you don’t have to, but you won’t believe how fun this is.

First, this is probably safer done in tandem as driving and surfing for ISPs can be as dangerous as say driving and texting, which by the way is still legal in some states. Open the screen that displays available wireless networks and hit the road. I thought at first I had to refresh that screen to see new networks but it ain’t true. If I drive slowly enough (under 5MPH), the laptop picks things up all on its own! So smart!

I located a very strong signal at the home of someone I don’t particularly care for so it’s big fun to take advantage of that. They are generally a bit paranoid so I am not able to linger but yesterday, I picked up 37 msgs as I cruised by. After that, I come home, read delete respond and take another drive later to send. Bear loves the car so he’s really happy to come along and I drive a Prius so the gas mileage is low. (We don’t go far.)

Last night I was going out to dinner with friends and I was needing an internet fix so I piled up stuff on the passenger seat and kept the laptop open. When I hit the friends’ neighborhood it was like a celebration—there are so darn many networks it’s crazy! The whole screen filled with them. And many of them are named which is another source of entertainment. (Like with passwords, dog names are popular.) As I was driving home after, I passed another neighborhood and was tempted to cruise through and see what the options were but thought I might be going overboard, and it was DARK. The bright light of the computer made me look a little suspicious. At one point, a car came up behind me and followed close behind. I felt so guilty and meekly drove on home. Turns out it was just another one of those “lookie-lous” who drive neighborhoods even at night.

I am keeping my computing to the daylight hours, but not too bright daylight as the reflection can be tough to handle, and to streets that allow for 5MPH or less,. Good cheap entertainment in a not so good cheap world.

PNewL PNewS Volume 16 Issue 5

PNewL PNewS
Volume 16 No. 5 “All the pnews that phits.” January er February 2009

Strain of Thought

Back in the old days, when I had parents, my mother really laid on the “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all” bit. It was ironic. It’s not like she wasn’t just a teeny bit critical. And it’s also ironic that while I don’t follow that in conversation so well, it gives me pause when it comes to the PNewS. I have been struggling a bit lately without much nice to say. Ann Marie introduced me to “struggling” as a condition as much as happy sad angry etc. It’s not struggling as in to make ends meet, or in relationship with another person. It’s just me and the world. ’nuf said. As it was written in the office of Professor Smith, No damned excuses.
So I have been waiting for a time when I have nice things to say or if not nice, at least more interesting than the cyclical hoo-ha that goes around my brain. With that moment not immediately in sight, I thought I would wing it.
I was in yoga class recently, a place I find to be very nice. It was a class of only three, also nice. The teacher said that this time, in the beginning of the day, is when women, in particular, are setting out their plan for the day and that right this moment, as we are straining in some wacky position with our knees in our ears and everything else kinda quivering and aching, is not the time to be making grocery lists. I looked at her and she said, “Busted, eh?” I was not making grocery lists by the way, but my thoughts were not, shall we say, in the room. I think the whole being present concept would be really helpful. If only I could “get it.” I am working on it, but forget a lot. I am also working on Pema Chodron’s advice to insert the word “thinking” non-judgmentally as my thoughts get busy when they are supposed to be quiet, but I forget that a lot too.
Meanwhile, it feels like time to communicate something and so here I sit at the computer typing away. It’s 16 degrees out, a new experience for me who has lived in relative warm weather since 1975. It is the second snow day in a row. The roads are icy, the snow thick and blanket-like in the land surrounding my house. The sun is out and the frost sparkles. When I was out walking, I kept wishing I had my camera. I feel lucky that I have managed to live in places where I have always felt there were more pictures to take of scenes I didn’t want to forget. The light just so…the crystal-like sparkle… the cerulean blue sky…the fog or mist or whatever it is that hovers over the fields which looks so mystical with the sun shining through it…the horses all frisky in the cold. I’m even liking the shades of grays and browns in the woods though the green of spring will certainly be welcome.
Well, that was pretty nice. That’s enough for now. Here’s wishing you find the nice-ness in your world.

Things I am Learning & Miscellaneous Observations

• I participated in an activity on Facebook: 25 Random Things About Me, which can be similar to Things I am Learning, so I am going to pop a few of them in here for those of you (smart people) who have not succumbed to the black hole of time that Facebook is.

• #23. My favorite place these days is the library. Volunteering at the Sanibel Library, everyone loved it there—it’s a remarkable place—and I told people it was the happiest place on earth (sorry Disney), but now that I am hanging out at the Weaverville Library, I just think it’s the library-ness of it. Such opportunity, comfort, peace.

This past week at the library, I was assigned the task of unloading large boxes of new Books on Tape. I am a huuuuuuge fan of BOT and was thrilled to be able to see, before anyone else, all of the new offerings that will be available soon. It involved inventorying the order and then transferring them from the cardboard boxes they come in from the distributor, to the plastic boxes and sleeves. I then had to cut the original box apart to slip the cover art into the plastic cover of the library-style box. I said to the librarian that this is so up my alley because like quilting, it’s a matter of taking things apart and putting them back together again. The three librarians all turned around with big grins: “We will save this for you because we all hate doing it!” It’s nice to feel needed.

• Another thing I really like about the library is that it is so much more complex than I thought it was. I listen to the librarians talk and realize how many systems and details there are to keep the place running smoothly.

• #5. I can’t seem to own enough shoes.

I always find this kind of interesting. I am not a clothes horse sort, but I have long narrow hard-to-fit feet and so I often allow myself a new pair of shoes when they fit. And then again and again and again. And I never seem to have the right pair for every occasion though I often wear the same ones over and over.

• I am still getting used to my new house. One of the things that takes getting used to: the vinyl siding speaks to me. I know the second the sun comes out in cold weather because it kinda squirtchles. I can’t find a word in my vocabulary, so let’s say squirtchle. Kind of a squiggley snap crackle pop with lots of tch on the side.

• We have had a cold snowy winter here in western North Carolina. It’s a shift for me but I feel I am adjusting well. It’s quite lovely when the snow hangs around. With the big full moon, I kept running the words from ’Twas the Night Before Christmas: “The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.” It’s magical.
  

• I took a fun class the other day called “Low-tech Screen Printing.” The teacher suggested a product that will remove dried resist from the screens. I said, I don’t clean so I am not be familiar with this—is it a cleaning product? She looked at me oddly. When I came home from the hardware store with a mop (which I hadn’t had for the first seven months of living in this house), I realized I wasn’t exaggerating.

• Chris and I went to see Christo and Jean-Claude the other night. It was a fascinating evening. Just standing in front of the crowd, they were entertaining. They have been together since 1958—they were born in the same hour of the same day of the same year. (Both are 73 years old.) They are working on a couple projects now—one is hanging fabric panels over the Arkansas River in Colorado. They are in the process of raising $2million for an environmental impact report. If all goes as well as it could—which it doesn’t usually—the project might happen in 2012. Amazing patience. The Gates in Central Park took something like 26 years. Wrapping the Reichstag took 24 years. Really amazing patience. Their website offers a taste of their style. If interested, check out, http://christojeanneclaude.net/error.shtml

• The NC legislature is debating a ban on “texting” while driving. Can you imagine arguing for it? Talking on the phone is bad enough but this is definitely all about distraction. When I first moved here, there was a grizzly accident on the highway when a trucker hit several cars and killed several people because he was looking at the computer screen in his truck. Some things just shouldn’t be in the front seat of a vehicle…but once again…they didn’t ask me. When I am queen…

• I just participated in my first day of Women Build at the local Habitat for Humanity. The project is completely staffed by, yes, you guessed it, women. It was a blast. The day was gorgeous: bright blue sky and lots of sunshine, though it started chilly and remained very windy. It wasn’t until I was leaving that I realized I had not been quite that physically exhausted since (well, moving was pretty hard) our week of gutting houses in New Orleans. I called Sara who was one of the crew and when I told her I would go back to Women Build, she said, so you are going to prolong the pain over several weeks rather than getting it all in one week? When I told Gini, she asked if I had learned a lot. I paused to think and said, Yes, I learned I never want to stucco anything anywhere ever. And that any physical job hurts if I do it long enough. But as Allison (who wasn’t in New Orleans but was at the Women Build site) said, it’s a good hurt—actually she said it’s a good tired but I bet if I had worded it differently, she would have said the same thing about pain.

Get your calendars out: June will be here before you know it.

Angel Island Picnic #28
Saturday, June 27th Perles Beach
Be there or be square.

“Life may be a chemical electrical process but living is a procession of
uncertainties, one damn thing after another.”
Randy Wayne White, “Black Widow”