Wednesday, December 29, 2010
- The Blue Roan Child, Jamieson Findlay, Jan 2, 2010
- The Indian in the Cupboard, Lynn Reid Banks, Jan 2, 2010
- Summer on Blossom Street, Debbie Macomber, January 3, 2010
- Angel Rock, Darren Williams, January 4, 2010
- Angel City, by Tony Johnston and Carol Byard, ch, Jan 7, 10 (read twice)
- I Can Make You Thin, by Paul McKenna
- A Passage to India, E. M. Forster, Jan 12, 2010
- The Lacuna, Barbara Kingsolver, Jan 15, 2010
- Back on Blossom Street, Debbie Maccomber, Jan 19, 2010
- Home, Marilynn Robinson, January 20, 2010
- Housekeeping, Marilynn Robinson, January 25, 2010
- Where Angels Go, Debbie Macomber, 1-31-10
- Muggie Maggie, Beverly Cleary, Children's, 2-1-10
- Animals in the Snow, Margaret Wise Brown, ch, 2-2-10
- The Sunday Philosophy Club, Alexander McCall Smith, 2-3-10
- The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath, rr, 2-10-10
- Gilead, by Marilynn Robinson, 2-18-10
- The Big Six, by Arthur Ransom, 2-21-10
- 74 Seaside Ave, Debbie McComber, 2-25-10
- Tears of the Giraffe, by Alexander McCall Smith
- Dust for Dinner, Ann Turner & Robert Barrett, ch
- Twenty Wishes, Debbie Macomber, 3-10-10
- Morris the Artist, by Laure Segal, ch, 3-13-10
- A BIG little life, Dean Koontz
- Smoking Mirror, Douglas Rees
- Life is Good, Trixie Koontz
- Mr Putter and Tabby Write the book, by Cynthia Rylant, ch
- Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame, 3-21-10
- Rugby and Rosie, Nan Parson Rossiter, ch, 3-23-10
- Frog and Toad together. Arnold Lobel, ch, rr, 3-24-10
- Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver, 3-24-10
- Dr. DeSoto, William Steig, ch
- 1 is One, Tasha Tudor, ch
- Henry's First Moon Birthday, Lenore Look, ch
- From the Corner of his Eye, Dean Koontz, 4-7-10
- Frog and Toad are Friends, Arnold Lobel, 4-11-10, ch
- Emma in Charge, David McPhail, 4-11-10, ch
- Just Like Me, Miriam Schlein & Marilyn Janovitz, ch, 4-11-10
- Painting the Wind, Patricia and Emily MacLaghlan & Katy Schneider, ch, 4-11-10
- Brother Odd, Dean Koontz, 4-14-10
- Aunt Minnie and the Twister, Mary Skillings Prigger and Betsy Lewin, ch, 4-16-10
- Forever Odd, Dean Koontz, 4-20-10
- Earth Tigerlets, by Jeanne Willis and Tony Ross, ch, 4-23-10
- The Lady and the Poet, Maeve Haran, 4-25-10
- Persuasion, Jane Austin, 4-30-10
- Year of the Flood, Margaret Atwood, 4-30-10
- The Lakeshore Limited, Sue Miller, 5-7-10
- Earth Tigerlets, by Jeanne Willis and Tony Ross, ch, 5-7-10
- The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood, 5-22-10
- Ribsy, Beverly Cleary, ch, rr, 5-22-10
- White Horses, by Douglas Milliken, 5-29-10
- Flush, by Carl Hiaasen, ya, 5-30-10
- To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee, rr, 6-4-10
- Ramona and her Father, Beverly Clearly, rr, ch, 6-6-10
- feathers, Jacqueline Woodson, ya, 6-7-10
- Saving Cinnamon, by Christine Sullivan, 6-12-10
- Frida Kahlo, The Artist in the Blue House, ch, 6-14-10
- The Truth About Lord Stoneville, Sabrina Jeffries, 6-14-10
- Theodore Boone, Kid Lawyer, John Grisham, ya, 6-16-10
- Face Parts, Simon Jennings, 6-17-10
- Marley and Me, John Grogan, 6-18-10
- Practical Magic, Alice Hoffman, 6-26-10
- The Green GLass Sea, Ellen Klages, ch, 6-27-10
- Winnie the Pooh, A.A. Milne. rr, ch, 7-11-10
- Field Guide to Wild Berries and Fruits, Teresa Marrone. 7-11-10
- The Hammer, Vance Neudorf, ch, 7-19-10
- Wesley the Owl, Stacey O'Brien, 7-22-10
- The Kitchen God's Wife, Amy Tan, 7-23-10
- In the Moon of Red Ponies, James Lee Burke, 7-26-10
- The Unaccustomed Earth, Jhumpa Lahiri, 7-27-10
- Mr. Muo's Traveling Couch, Dai Sijie, 8-5-10
- Scat, Carl Hiassen, 8-9-10
- Nora, Nora, Anne Rivers Siddon, 8-10-10
- Testimony, Anita Shreve, 8-19-10
- Amber Brown is not a Crayon, Paula Danziger, ch, 8-21-10
- Amber Brown, You Can't eat Your Chicken Pox, Paula Danziger, ch, 8-24-10
- Amber Brown Wants Extra Credit. Paula Danziger, ch, 8-25-10
- Amber Brown Sees Red, Paula Danziger, ch, 8-27-10
- Amber Brown is Feeling Blue, Paula Danziger, ch, 8-28-10
- Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood, 8-28-10
- PS Longer Letter Later, Paula Danziger and Ann M. Martin, ch, 8-30-10
- Hannah's List, by Debbie Macomber, 9-2-10
- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson, 9-4-10
- A Gift of Dragons, Anne McCaffrey, 9-8-10
- Get Well Soon. Julie Halpern, 9-14-10
- The Girl Who Played with Fire, Stieg Larsson,
- Any Place I hang my Hat, Susan Isaacs
- The Girl who kicked the Hornets Nest, Stieg Larsson, 9-25-10
- Firefly Beach, Luanne Rice, 9-30-10
- Ape's Adventure in Alphabet Town (read Twice), ch, 10-1-10
- Birthright, Nora Roberts, 10-7-10
- Wicked, Gregory McGuire, 10-16-10
- Rise and Shine, Anna Quindlen, 10-25-10
- Animals in the Snow, Margaret Wise Brown, Ch, 10-28-10
- Welcome to the Bed and Biscuit, Joan Carris, ch, 11-2-10
- Airy Fairy, Magic Music, Margaret Ryan, ch, 10-30-10
- Hey, What's wrong with this one? Maia Wojcieshowska, ch, 10-30-10
- The Cottage, Daniel Steel, 11-8-10
- The Summer of the Swans, Betsy Byars, ch 11-9-10
- The Family Under the Bridge, Natalie Savage Carlson, ch, 11-9-10
- The Known World, Edward P. Jones. 11-11-10
- Blessings, Anna Quindlen, 11-17-10
- A Fire on the Deep, Vernor Vinge, 11-13-10
- Dr. Suess ABC, 2 X reread, ch, 11-16-10
- Piggy Wiglet and the Great Adventure, David Lee Harrison, 2X, reread, ch, 11-16-10
- When the Cows come Home, David Lee Harrison, 2X, ch, 11-16-10
- Teddy's First Christmas, Amanda Davidson, ch 11-29-10
- The first Snowfall, Anne and Harlow Rockwell, ch, 11-29-10
- Songs of the Humpback Whale, Jody Picoult, 12-2-10
- Legacy, Danielle Steel
- Nineteen Minutes, Jody Picoult, 12-19-10
- My Sister's Keeper, Jody Picoult, 12-29-10
rr = reread
ch = children's
ya = young adult
Unfinished books 2010:
Pirate Latitudes, Michael Crichton, March, 2010--read half (UGH!) :-( too much graphic violence for me. The story line would have been interesting if it weren't for the overdone violence. I would say this is probably a book intended for men. :-(
Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief (read first, much earlier)
The Complete Metropolis, Fritz Lang
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows I
CDs and audiotapes 2010:
David Sedaris Live
Thursday, December 02, 2010
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I liked it very much, liked the interesting way it was told, and how she let you know what was going to happen. It was a sad book, and I cried at the end. The characters who survived all had life changing experiences and difficult lives and love, and isn't that what life is all about? This is a good story, with adventure, thoughtfulness, change. I wish I had time to write real review, but I do not. I hate spoilers, except when they are an intended part of the book,so I won't say what happens. Suffice it to say that Jane and Rebecca, Jane's daughter, start out on a cross-country trip after a fight with Jane's Marine biologist husband Oliver and guided by letters from Jane's brother Joley. And they find adventure aplenty. Good times and bad.
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Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
But the first draft of the novel is maybe a half to 2/3 done. So I
haven't really completed the novel, only the challenge.
I am going to start planning my novel for next Novemebr while I am
working on completing this one!
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
I did this painting on my iPad in Artrage at dinner tonight. First I sketched the face gesturally with pastels and then painted over it with oils. I was looking across the table at my husband who was not holding still! (No photo involved. Drawn by hand on iPad screen, a "finger-painting")
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I did this as yet possibly unfinished painting in the car driving to and from Krista's baptism last night. I did it on my iPad using Artrage. I did not start from a photo of any kind, not even a reference photo-- it's a freehand digital finger painting. I used almost all the available tools--experimenting with them, just for the fun of it. I combined things that might be hard to combine on paper: oils, acrylics, water colors, pastels, crayons, pencils, air bush, etc. I think I used everything.
I painted it in the car in the dark in the backseat hurtling along the freeway over bumps and around turns. I am working to learn the new iPad Artrage. I couldn't have painted with oils or acrylics in that situation. I couldn't even type--I tried it!
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
101030J October 30, 2010
I am walking from Rolandale tower the hospital on my first walk of the day. The sun is shining weakly through thin clods. The clouds are ribbed and scaled like. Dead fish lying on the beach. The sidewalk, lawns, and streets are littered with fallen leaves, some golden yellow, some red, some brown and crumpled. The wall by the hospital parking garage is covered with ivy and grapevines that are red scarlet, salmon, orange and yellow. All the trees are painted in brilliant hues. There are pink chrysanthemums flowering in a yard I pass.
I am not feeling very well. Not terrible, but unwell. Achy, sore.
I have been working hard today, all day. I carried down, washed and folded two loads of laundry and there's another in the dryer, partly folded. I called about the meter replacement, but did not get fr with that. I did my exercises, worked a little in the yards at both Rolandale and Moran, watered plants at both houses, etc. And so on.
Boring, right? Well, that's my day.
I am wearing my Dodge Poetry Festival shirt, though, sadly, I missed the festival this year.
What you can't see, among other things, is that I am writing while walking on my iPad. Wait! I am not walking on the iPad, I am writing on the iPad while walking. But it is too heavy, and bulky to do this with any comfort, it hurts my wrists and back.
I have walked over to Radio Shack and Ritz on Mack, not because I want to go there, but because that's where this particular walking loop goes. There are lots of places I want and need to go, but those are not among them.
I turn back into the hoods. A dog barks frantically at me. I pass a young couple grinning foolishly at each other--ah young love. I pass the lovely leaves of Liquidambar styraciflua--sweet gum, and a red bud tree with single heart-shaped leaves still clinging to it. I pass a large handprints in cement and that same moony young couple who must have circled around another way. I pass pumpkins and scarecrows and holiday decorations. I do not like the plastic ones.
Soon, I will be back to the retreat and studio house and my walk will be over, though I will walk again, God willing and the creeks don't rise, in a little while. The studio house is about to lurch into view. There it is and my car in front of it. I have to moth the African violets and go back to Moran. I walked 34 minutes, a little slow because of writing.
I worked really hard today--on chores and necessities. What I did NOT do was work hard on my writing or my art. :-(
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Water is everywhere. It sustains life. It makes our planet livable.
We drink it, we cook with it, we swim in it, we sail on it.
But water is endangered! We threaten our own lives, our children and grandchildren, by polluting our water.
Yet there is HOPE!
Five facts about water:
- Unsafe drinking water and lack of sanitation kills more people every year than all forms of violence, including war. Unclean drinking water can incubate some pretty scary diseases, like E. coli, salmonella, cholera and hepatitis A. Given that bouquet of bacteria, it's no surprise that water, or rather lack thereof, causes 42,000 deaths each week.
- More people have access to a cell phone than to a toilet. Today, 2.5 billion people lack access to toilets. This means that sewage spills into rivers and streams, contaminating drinking water and causing disease.
- Every day, women and children in Africa walk a combined total of 109 million hours to get water. They do this while carrying cisterns weighing around 40 pounds when filled in order to gather water that, in many cases, is still polluted. Aside from putting a great deal of strain on their bodies, walking such long distances keeps children out of school and women away from other endeavors that can help improve the quality of life in their communities.
- It takes 6.3 gallons of water to produce just one hamburger. That 6.3 gallons covers everything from watering the wheat for the bun and providing water for the cow to cooking the patty and baking the bun. And that's just one meal! It would take over 184 billion gallons of water to make just one hamburger for every person in the United States.
- The average American uses 159 gallons of water every day – more than 15 times the average person in the developing world. From showering and washing our hands to watering our lawns and washing our cars, Americans use a lot of water. To put things into perspective, the average five-minute shower will use about 10 gallons of water. Now imagine using that same amount to bathe, wash your clothes, cook your meals and quench your thirst.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Hennie Mavis has added some wonderful art to my mole from the first round. I visited her the day before yesterday, and on the way home today, with ballpoint in the round one mole, I drew this picture of BB driving, then colored it with colored pencils, and then painted over it with Windsor Newton mini-pan watercolors. I was fascinated by the way I could see his chin through his beard in the brilliant light coming in the window of the car. The original pictures in this mole were from May of 2008! The Mole still has a few blank pages.
Monday, October 04, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Looking for something a little different in a walking location? If you don’t need miles of trails and are satisfied with a shorter walk, Balduck Park may be just the ticket. Balduck Park is located at the intersections of Canyon and Chandler Park...Read more »
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This story was excellent and emotionally engaging--I really enjoyed it. It centers around the relationships of a woman and her sisters, mother, and a boy she met through strange sad circumstances as well as how the past comes back to haunt and maybe free them. The editing and grammar were particularly poor, though. I don't want to say too much about the plot because I hate spoilers, but the story is good. I would give it a four or 4.5 for plot and a 2 for editing.
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Thursday, September 09, 2010
It was early spring. The leaves had not come out yet, it was cool verging on cold.
After I visited with them, chatted etc and left, I had driven only a short ways when I saw a girl, or young woman, laying on the pavement half in and half out of the road, on the yellow line dividing the road from the pavement. She was not moving. People were driving past, not stopping. I was afraid she'd be hit there.
I pulled up behind her and turned on my flashers and got out and checked her pulse. She was alive, but unconscious. I tried to flag down some cars--no one would stop.
I ran across the street and knocked on a door. The person opened the door looked out, and slammed the door in my face. This happened twice more before someone would talk to me. "Call 911," I said, and returned to the girl.
I got a blanket out of my trunk and covered her. She was dressed in light indoor clothes and it was chilly. Then I tried flagging down more cars for help, since I am not a doctor. A can finally stopped, and the man who got out asked if I had HIT the girl! He did know what to do medically, but he set up some flares.
911 came and took the girl--almost took my blanket. She was still alive. I never found out what had happened to her. I hope my attempt at helping did actually help.
Before the trip, I drove up north into the mountains and hung two bundles of food high in the trees to restock my provisions en route.
When I arrived at the first bundle, it was safe and I continued on my hike. But when I reached the second bundle, completely out of food, the bears had gotten the bundle and had eaten every item of food except one can of tuna that had huge teeth marks in it. Needless to say, I was worried. Carrying a large pack through the wilderness with tent, sleeping bag, spare clothes and other necessities uses a lot of energy, and I got very hungry.
I ate the tuna from the dented can and continued on to the next lean-to.
As a woman hiking alone, I normally did not stay at lean-tos. Rather, I hiked back into the woods and pitched my one-man (one WOMAN) tent out of sight in the trees. However, now I needed help! At the lean-to, I told me story and was give a little bit of food by the other through-hikers. No one had much to spare, because most people planned to carry exactly what they needed. If you carry enough food on your back for many days, along with clothes, tent and bedding, you do not want anything extra.
The next day, I was fortunate to meet a man who was very strong, and who planned well for possible emergencies. He had plenty of extra food, was kind, generous and not aggressive, and paced his hike to match mine. He provided food for me to complete my hike all the way to Placid. I was very grateful.
Saturday, September 04, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Here's another shot inside the same room I posted yesterday. This is from balcony on the opposite side of the room looking out toward the Detroit River.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I am trying out yet another new blog where I am posting just artwork (at this point). there are thumbnails and you can click on them to see them bigger and then, bigger yet. Donno if it will prove useful or not.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Creative Every Day. I am creative Every Day. I'm working on a poetry Ms, writing a novel, painting, participating in a mole exchange--I'm so creative that I haven't much time to post about it.
The fire of August in the creative every day Challenge is the SUN which gave energy to this flower to grow and to me, though the food I ate--all energy comes from the sun, from fire--to paint the picture.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Cameras, for example:
And this is just the tiniest tip of the iceberg. Between us, my husband and I have hundreds of cameras. I don't collect them intentionally. He does. But I have almost as many as he does. He collects olf vintage cameras (even if they don't work). I want cameras that take good pictures. I want cameras that fit in my pocket. I want a spy camera, that no one can see me using. Yep. That's a confession--I want to be able to take pictures without disturbing people. Or making them angry.
These are one goose skull and some gull skulls. I have deer and horse and cow and snake and hawk and rabbit and 'possom and raccoon and muskrat and many others.
Another group of things I "collect" (have a collection of) is house plants, including African violets. I guess this makes me officially and "old lady." Here are just two (three?) of many that grace my house and office. I love their colors and beauty, they cheer me up!
I also collect toilet paper tubes for someone who uses them in preschool!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
White Horses by Douglas Milliken
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
I just finished Nora Nora, by Anne Rivers Siddon, and absolutely loved it! Excellent, poignant book, deal with relationships, love, betrayal, education, poverty, racial issues, through the eyes of a twelve-year-old girl. (Not a kids book!)
Fantastic! Right up my alley, maybe his best book yet! I loved it! This book deals with so many issues: environmental, honesty, relationships, trust, education, endangered animals, making good choices, and it does it all in an engaging and spell-binding way. I recommend it highly. :-D
Liesl says, "They [Hiassen's YA books:] are all, however, a little redundant. Same characters, same setting, same basic issue, same story format. You can predict it all." I felt that way...more Scat, by Carl Hiassen, finished 8-9-10
Liesl (at Goodreads) says, "They [Hiassen's YA books:] are all, however, a little redundant. Same characters, same setting, same basic issue, same story format. You can predict it all." I felt that way after I read the last one, FLUSH, although I enjoyed the book very much anyway. But this one struck me as different enough from the others to be worthwhile. Yes, they all look at environmental issues, but each issue is different, with different problems and solutions required. It's true they all have "happy endings," but we don't know exactly what the ending will be or HOW THEY WILL GET THERE, and therein lies the fun!
My opinion is that kids need to read a LOT of these books so they are aware of the problems in the environment, the possible solutions, and the kinds of choices that can solve the problems vs. the kinds of choices that make them worse.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Terry remembers her first handstand at age 14. (See note about this below!) :-(
The next WeekWord will be hosted by Elisabeth at Textilspanieln.
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Travesty's third grade notebook was set up in a similar way to the 5th grade notebook Terry had been studying earlier. Faded blue mimeos of the assignments were taped to the left side of the notebook pages and the assignments were completed by Travesty on the right side, and sometimes continued on to the next pages. Perhaps all the teachers at her school had attended a conference or a school meeting and had been taught or had agreed to do it that way.
In third grade, Travesty's writing had been larger and more awkward than it was two years later, but at the same times, more care had been taken with each letter. Terry found drafts in the notebook at the back like the ones she'd discovered in the later notebook. Terry couldn't believe how much effort Travesty had put into her work, for such a young child. There were notes and vocabulary suggestions in the drafts, which helped explain to some extent Travesty's seemingly above average writing skills, but not entirely.
Terry flipped past the essay on summer vacation and the next couple, eager though she was to read them. She knew she didn't have much time before Travesty returned, and was looking for something a little different, possibly with some fresh information about the girl. She stopped flipping when she saw the 4th assignment, which read: "Something New: Tell us about something you have just learned, not at school, but at home or somewhere outside school. Use specific sensory details from your five senses.
Yes, all the teachers must have gone to the same workshop, or they were using some general system or something, or taking handout material from the same books. Terry turned to the right to see what
Travesty had written. How old would she have been then? Maybe nine?
Look Ma, One Hand, by Travesty X Brown
Just last week, I learned to do headstands and handstands. I started with headstands. They were hard at first. My mother showed me how to put my forehead on the ground, then put my knees on my elbows, and then slowly lift my legs over my head. At first, I would sometimes do a somersault, which I'd only just learned to do last year. Or I'd get partway up and lose my balance and crash down. Or my legs would wobble all around and I would do a split if I didn't come down right away. I practiced on the rug in the living room so I wouldn't get hurt.
After a few days or maybe a week, I got so I could do it. I was so
excited. Then my Mom said, "Okay, good, now, how about a handstand?"
We walked over to Balduck Park. First Mom demonstrated how to do it. She put her hands down onto the ground and kicked her feet above her head and wobbled around a moment and then got steady. She balanced up there, put her legs together, arched her back, smiled at me and then dropped down. When she came down, she landed on her feet. My mom is pretty athletic. She used to do gymnastics before she had me. She showed me two more times, and then told me to do it. When I tried it, I started losing my balance. She grabbed my legs and held them up in the air until I was able to balance by myself. It only took me five times to get the hang of it. The first time she didn't catch my feet, I did a nosedive into the grass, and the smell of grass and greenness was in my nose all day long. I could even taste it, sort of like spinach.
Now I can do it almost every time I try. I don't even hear my heart banging in my ears any more. I've gotten used to the way the world looks upside down. I can do it in the gymnasium--I showed the gym teacher. I'm so excited about it I want to show everyone. I will do a show and tell for class if you want me to. The best thing is that once I get into a handstand with two hands, sometimes, I can lift one hand up and balance on just one hand.
Terry laughed. The teacher had given her an A++. She wondered if Travesty could still do headstands and handstands. She remembered when she had learned to do a handstand. She was in 9th grade, fourteen years old. She'd been able to do headstands since she was in second or third grade, but handstands she thought she'd never get.
Hah! She had gotten it, finally, and the pictures to prove it. She was so proud of herself and happy. The pictures were at her parent's house in upstate NY. She could picture the cabinet where her childhood the albums were stored, and was sure they were still there. She hadn't tried a handstand on land in years. She wondered if she could still do it. She probably could do in water, but that was easier, water was thicker than air and helped one get balanced. And if you fell, you fell more slowly and just floated back to the surface. Handstands in the water were fun and easy. But then again, when was the last time she'd even done one of those? Not for a while.
Terry thought about balance. It took balance to do handstands. Balance was something she had in short supply. Oh, she could walk along a fence or stand on one foot for ten minutes. But her life was
out of balance in a much deeper way, and Terry wondered briefly how she could fix that. What would a balanced life look like? She didn't have a clue.
Terry had a feeling Travesty's life was out of balance, too, no matter how good she was at handstands.
She heard Travesty coming, running into the house and then up the stairs. Terry remembered her mother saying, as a joke, "Wipe that smile off your face, you can cry, if you try." Terry wiped clean the expression of sadness she'd felt overtaking her face as she thought about her life, and replaced it with a welcoming smile for Travesty, who burst through the door grinning widely.
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I hope you have a balanced week or if not, are able to be relaxed about it.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Last night, BB drove me over to the studio house. While he brought up the trash can and checked his patch on the basement floor, I went out to check the garden.
He came out while I was still in the garden and I piled the day's harvest in his arms (later transferred them to a bag): 3 large acorn squash, 1 spaghetti squash (we'd eaten on for dinner last night, too), one yellow squash, 3 perfect okra. It was out biggest harvest yet. There were also lots of little ripe tomatoes which we ate out of hand, yum, like candy.
After that, I worked on my poetry Ms and my new novel. I did have much time, so progress was limited.
Disappearing: 116-122 pp
Desire: 27-31 pp poetry is slower.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
I did this "painting" with Sketchpad Pro (by Autodesk) on my iPad. I did NOT touch it up on photoshop, this is straight off the iPad--I wanted it to be an untouched iPad picture. I spent several weeks working on it because Sketchpad pro is very slow (for me; I'm a newbie.) Sometimes, I used a pogo stylus, but mostly, I used my finger. I "painted" it from scratch, no photo was used. I did however, use a photo as a reference. The photo I used is one I took myself many years ago in the pouring rain. My mother stood over me with an umbrella. I did not paint all the droplets that were in the photo--that would have taken literally years to do. I just put a few representative ones in. See that floating leaf at the bottom? I tried and tried and it would not write there. So--too bad. The floating leaf is now part of the picture. C'est la vie!