My good friend and hairstylist, Renée, and I went for a bike ride Monday. We happened upon a barbershop. Renée wants to contact the owner and maybe offer to give veterans free haircuts. The owner of Dairy Dream, right next door curled her lips in disdain.
“Sure I know the owner. His father would turn over in his grave, if he knew what goes on over there.”
What the what?
I took these photos through the window.
“He sells guns outta there.”
Renée got freaked out about all the clutter and filth. My mind went in another direction.
The old juxtaposed with the new. The piles of paper over meticulous cash register. What goes on here and why.
The photos turned out much different from I wanted. Still, I think I like the surreal nature of these better than what I hoped for.
What do you think?
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Last Saturday, I read this story at a local music festival. Telling or reading a story is so different from writing it and waiting for a response. It was the second year for me at the festival. Last year, I got to know the real definition of stage fright. You know when people say they are so nervous might pee their pants? Yeah. No exaggeration. I was that scared. This year, I was much less nervous. People laughed in all the right places. I think I like this story-telling gig. I just might do it again.
I published my reading over at Once a Little Girl. Please skip on over by clicking here.
A rabbit the size of a cocker spaniel
August is County Fair month. I mean to go every year. With all that intention, it’s been a long time. This year I went. 4-H nostalgia washed over me. The cows, the pigs, the rabbits. The cookies, the pies, the veggies. This week, I’m interviewing two blue ribbon exhibitors for newspaper feature articles. The 11-year-old scone baker, started 4-H when she was six!
Maybe all that nostalgia is my eyes stopped National Geographic’s “Why Animals Make Us Better People.” Dr. Pol is a 73-year-old veterinarian and star of The Incredible Dr. Pol television show. He grew up in the Netherlands, but lives in rural Michigan. Hey, that’s where I grew up. Continue reading
Even if the long shadows of August didn’t remind me of the first day of school, the posts on Facebook do not let me forget. Really? It’s time for school to start again? It seems like summer barely got rolling. As my grandma said,
I’m glad I have a good memory, because back when she told me this, I had one foot into my 20s. Now I know what she means.
I hope you will jump on board and take a bus ride down memory lane with me and re-experience my first day of school. Please skip on over to Once A Little Girl by clicking here.
Style is more than the way a woman looks or the clothes she wears. It’s more than the way she carries herself. It’s about who she is. A couple of weeks ago, I got a chance to sit down with Becki Utley, and extraordinary woman. She’s got style.
I found Becki almost by accident. Her Facebook Page popped up by some algorithm in the system. What a great idea, I thought. People post “ISO” (in search of) what they need, and others post what they have to give away.
It all started when Utley needed things to help a friend. She tried Freecycle, but items got snatched up so fast, it seemed pointless to Becki. She decided to take matters into her own hands, so she started a Facebook page. Now she and Renée administer their Page together.
Becki began “rehoming” her baby clothes and furniture when she decided four children were enough for her. That was a little over two years ago; when she still lived in the affordable housing. Now, she and her friend, Renée average 30 to 40 hours a week picking up, sorting, washing, and distributing clothes, furniture, and supplies to those in need. Renée has five children. The women also provide resource referrals for people who need assistance.
They have one rule: Nothing gets re-sold. It’s all free. Continue reading
Good Golly! I had no idea we wasted so much food! $165 billion/year; 20 pound/person.
This video will take about 1o minutes of your time. Even the first 3 minutes will make and point, and make you laugh. I bet you’ll enjoy the whole thing. I did.
I remember when Mom looked watched the grocery store for blackened bananas to go on sale: perfect for banana bread. She got windfall apples to make applesauce. Cider came from blemished apples. We joked that wormy apples made protein-rich cider.
For our part, we try not to waste food. I can’t remember the last time I had to dump an unrecognizable leftover because of the blue fuzz. We eat leftovers. What we don’t eat fresh, we cook, preserve or freeze. This time of year is a bit stressful with all the veggies ripening at once. We use bones for soup stock. We can also donate to the local food pantry. We also put fruit and veggie scraps in a compost bin for next year’s garden. Continue reading
I know I said it before: I love Monday’s. So filled with possibilities. After an unplugged weekend, I’m ready to get plugged in again. What better way than to start with a little gratitude.
♥ Children who prioritize good manners. I love the way my children are teaching their children to respect others in their words, deeds, and their non-verbal cues.
♥ New babies. My nephew and his wife are taking their little bundle Isaac home today. Born early and with some signs of stress, he is now healthy, though very tiny. He’s a reminder of how some things we take for granted are really so tenuous and precious. Welcome to the world, Isaac.
My free-lance job as a photo-journalist. Without this job, I probably never would have experienced the fun of the Udder Mudder.
♥ Long shadows. I know the long shadows in the afternoon signal the end of summer. I do love summer. Still, there’s something peaceful about the sun moving lower in the sky.
Pickup kickball games on a still-warm evening. Yes, unorganized sports still happen. I love watching the high school boys (baseball players) fumble the ball, barely miss tagging a runner out, just so a little guy can feel the victory of running the bases.
♥ Enjoying coffee with NPR’s Krista Tippett, “On Being” Sunday mornings. This week, she covered whale and elephant songs. I observed a mother elephant teaching her baby how to scare off a bird. The compassion and expressions of Tippet’s elephant stories really astounded me.
Old photos. Who can resist the memories attached?
Mosquito spray. I really didn’t want to spray the lawn. I’m really glad I did. I have nothing against mosquitos. I just don’t like anything biting me.
😉 Paper clips. Whoever invented these tiny tools was genius.
If you enjoy starting the week with a gratitude, hop on over to Alphabet Salad and check out some other Gratitude Listers.
Our county fair had a mother-daughter look-alike contest.
Here are the Third, First, and Second Place winners:
They do look a lot alike, don’t they? I especially like way the teen daughters looked in the not-so-posed moments. Their body language shouted: Tell me I don’t look like her. I’m not a bit like her.
As a joke, I told people who knew both of us, CeCe and I wanted to enter next year. We don’t look a bit alike, but we are a lot alike.
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