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Sunday, April 4, 2004

Riding the Range like Tonto

A Little Girl’s First Riding Lesson Her red cowgirl skirt was a little faded from too many washings, too many wearings. It had white fringe along the bottom of it and it also had a matching, fringe covered vest. Her boots were also very worn, red with white hearts embroidered all over the front and tops of them. Her hat, of course, was also red with a white band running around it and a pretty feather was tucked into the band, she had found the feather in the desert on a hike. Totally dressed and... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Between a Coffee Pot and a Wide Awake Place....Insomnia

This rarely happens to me anymore, but tonight I could not fall asleep. I had been staying up until four a.m. painting my latest clay order, trying to finish it on time. I have failed, still three days away from finishing and it will be late by tomorrow. What this has done has been to turn my clock all around backwards, until it has finally failed me altogether. I climbed into bed, turned on some Turner Classic movie on t.v., I usually let the television put me to sleep ( it keeps me from... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Crashing computers and audio cassettes......and I'm fine.

The computer told me that it had crashed again. I ignored it, turned it off and then came back later and turned it back on. It said it again and I ignored it and turned it off. When I turned it on again, it worked, and worked almost normally. It keeps reporting errors in this or that, but, who cares? So is my life, full of error messages that is, but I go merrily on, ignoring them and who cares?? I painted all day, fifty little angels, with fifty more waiting in the kiln next to the storyteller... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 27, 2004

Reviving a morphed blog on Writing and Authors.....

I have started a new "old" blog in Writing. I will probably just write about the audio books that I listen to daily as I work in clay, chained to my work table. I will write small reviews of what's out there. I thought about how many I read and wanted to not just waste it all by never speaking about my reading. However, I might also periodically write about some authors here on Blogit. I love bloggers, but writers are my lovers. So, blogging writers who write writing are tops in my blog. You... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 26, 2004

OMIGOSH!!!!! The @@#%&@ Computer is Crashing AGAIN.

My computer crashed again, ( tiny sob ) four times in the last twenty-four hours. Fears of the last crashing episode had me stressed enough to put the dogs outside, so as not to hurt anything around me. I was too ready to kick and scream and I feared that my bursting into tears periodically would really upset them. I can't remember, anything at this moment, whether it crashed fourteen or seventeen times the last time that it decided to ruin my quietly happy computing life. I followed my computer... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 22, 2004

The Dog Boy of Ziggi Zaggi Lane

Another Wild National Geographic type story of a street kid named DOG BOY The Dog Boy Leader of the Pack When I lived in Rio de Janeiro there was a gang of street kids who ran together and survived by any means necessary, as Malcolm X had advised so many others to do. It was a compact gang, I usually only identified about six kids as members. Dog Boy, I called him, was Alpha. They were all black kids, which has nothing to do with color really and everything to do with economics in Rio. Their... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 20, 2004

Friar Tuck spoke of Common Ground, I speak of Common Desires, Dreams

Muslim, Jew and Christian, even atheists hope for the same things.... An unbombed home, a fertile garden, healthy babies and loving unworried wives and husbands. Peace on their little piece of Earth. My mother used to read Rudyard Kipling to me and I remembered this Prayer of his and looked it up to recall it's wise words. My brother kneels, so saith Kabir, To stone and brass in heathen-wise, But in my brother's voice I hear My own unanswered agonies. His God is as his fates assign, His prayer... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 15, 2004

WA:K POW WOW, The grandchildren meet Indians and learn to Dance

We all overdressed, thinking that it would be cold because it had rained the day before and had been quite chilly. I had on my usual winter long underwear and three layers of clothing. The grandchildren wore sleeveless t-shirts, levis and running shoes. They brought sun glasses and I had gloves and a muffler in my backpack. We drove up to Mission San Xavier, built hundreds of years ago by the Tohono O'Odham Nation for the Franciscan fathers with the vision of Padre Kino. We drove slowly, passing... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 13, 2004

Today we went to Australia, well pretended we were Outback Aborigines.

I am an artist and old hippie and single and life is too serious to babysit. So, the grandchildren and I "travel" when they come to spend time with me. Today we went to Australia, it was along flight and our afternoon nap covered the flight time. I was a stewardess passing out lunches and pointing out the countries that we were flying over. We set our watches back, put on our sunglasses and then we road camels out into the Outback where we found a friendly small town of Aborigines who are kind... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Snapshots of a Wild Gringo fisherman in Mexico and his wild dog Waterboy.

MIGUEL AND WATERBOY: A STORY Michael wanted to be Hemingway and Waterboy just wanted to do it all. They both lived very full lives, free to be themselves, with no real rules, no visible ties. Decades ago I was introduced to a fellow dating one of my most interesting employees. He was a gringo living down in Rocky Point, Puerto Penasco, Mexico. He called himself a writer, owned an ancient, pound the keys, upright typewriter. He used it often. I never read one of his stories, but I listened... Sign in to see full entry.

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When your immediate family has people from just about every race and religion and political belief, a world view becomes the only one open and available to you or your brain melts, your heart explodes and you develop a tic in one eye while you stutter about America First and Best and Only.It's a big and human being filled world out there. I'm only one temporary inhabitant of it.

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