Saturday, October 31, 2015

It's the Candy…….and the Memories

It's Halloween today - kids all over the country, young and not-so-young, dressing up and running up and down sidewalks collecting candy or partying with friends.

Our kids enjoyed the holiday when they were young, in fact our daughter and friends even had some amazing parties durng highschool. She and her friends were involved in theater and the arts…..so some of the costumes were way above amazing. They'd all gather at our house for awhile and then go around the area trick or treating for Unicef. Fun memories.

I created home made costumes for the kids every year and even some for grandkids who arrived years later….wish I could find pictures of them all. The holiday itself has become much "bigger" than when I was growing up. We had carved pumpkins on our porches, and my friend, Sally, and I had several parties in grade school - the kind where you blindfolded your friends and they had to dip their hands into bowls of wet spaghetti (guts!) or olives (eyeballs).

Now the decorations are amazing and homeowners compete with lights and lights flashing in time to music, and there are haunted houses all over the country up and ready to scare the you-know-what out of visitors. Television shows (news and talk shows) feature commentators dressed in very inventive gear. Their costumes get better and better every year.

So Halloween is fun…in spite of a drizzly day here in Wisconsin the ghosts and goblins are out and about. Parents are wondering whether to ration the candy or let their youngsters just have a huge sugar high for a day or two and get it over with. And Dave and I are looking at a few photos, enjoying a glass of wine and living in a condo where no one comes to the door.

Not sure that's a good thing.










Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Wishing It Would Last…..

I drove to Cedarburg yesterday and stopped by the quilt museum. I had to deliver the last two quilts for the current exhibit. A chipmunk and a camel now join the menagerie on the walls.

As I left the building I stopped short. I don't know what kind of tree this is, but yestesday I think I noticed it at it's peak of fall color. Eye-popping red. Framed by a deep blue sky. A few clouds to add interest. Beautiful. Autumn at its best.


I wish it could last a few more weeks.

Monday, October 26, 2015

How Would You Hang a Crocodile?

It's up - the new exhibit at the Wisconsin Museum of Quilting and Fiber Arts. We hung the work last Monday and Tuesday….we hung the work all day Monday and Tuesday. We collapsed on Wednesday!

It's an amazing, colorful, unique and fun art exhibit. Art created by manipulating fabric, wool, yarn and other fibers. Manipulating fiber to create beautiful pieces. When the mail started arriving a week prior to the show we unpacked pieces from Connecticut and Colorado, Texas and North Carolina. The boxes came in from Maine and California, Wisconsin and Georgia. The staff and volunteers opening the boxes got more and more excited with each entry.

And then came the croc…..the huge saltwater crocodile we'd been waiting for! The piece is so large that the layout was planned around this quilt. And month by month we watched quilt artist, Susan Carlson, on her blog as she worked on "Stevie"….we watched with fingers crossed! We waited with some concern as we got closer and closer to the exhibit…..but yes, Stevie arrived on Saturday and we hung her on Monday.

Phew.

The volunteers and staff worked hard to hang this piece - ladders, pipes, wires…..and then there she was - the centerpiece of a beautiful exhibit hung in a wonderful, historic barn. Come and see her, come and see all of the work. "From Insects to Elephants" is a beautiful display.


A few months ago all the news was about the lion spotted in Milwaukee! Many people saw the lion and professionals tried to catch it….to no avail.

Well a saltwater crocodile has been spotted in the area…..just west of the Milwaukee River in a small community known as Cedarburg. Keep your eyes open and drive on over to see if you can spot the reptile, and the fish, and the hippos, and the tiger, and the butterflies, and the elephant and the bison and the luna moth, and the wolf, and the rhino and the pelicans and so many more astonishing creatures!


Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Dusting…..

It isn't hard to keep our condo clean. After all, it's usually just the two of us and a small dog running around the rooms. We don't seem to generate too much dust so I don't bother to find my dust rag more than once a week or so. And it is a quick chore.

But when I get to my favorite lamp…..I dust more slowly. This piece is just so special to me. It's filled with memories. Little bits and pieces from places we've been….now beautifully on display in my favorite lamp.

We'd collected the stones, beach glass, shells and more during the two years we lived aboard our sailboat. And we collected more as we've wandered around in our little RV in the past three years. Most of the "stuff" ended up out of sight in a shoe box hiding in a drawer until I found this glass lamp on the internet.


Once it arrived in the mail I unpacked our souvenirs and started to layer them inside the glass. Stones on top of shells, on top of beach glass, next to more shells on top of a small piece of coral. A brown "heart" seed from a Bahama beach, a striped rock from a beach near Seattle, an angel's wing from the beach in Florida and a wonderful piece of driftwood that reminds me of a dragon's head from who know's where. There are touches of color in the small bits of beach glass from Lake Michigan's shore. Browns and beiges, greys and whites.

This lamp makes me happy. Everytime I turn it on in the evening, or run my dust rag around the glass top and sides it just makes me happy.

I love my lamp.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Sadness……

The news on television and radio over the past few days has been focused on violence in Israel. Palestinian young people stabbing/shooting Israelian citizens and in turn, being shot and killed by the Iraeli police. It goes on….day after day.

Palestinian young people, teenagers, now considered martyrs by their families. But they are dead. Isralian citizens, innocently waiting for a bus or walking down the street, now dead and mourned by their families. And it continues and the rhetoric continues and the violence continues and the deaths mount.

What on earth is going on here? Is this what happens when countries are "carved" out of areas already populated and historically considered part of some other country? Is this what happens when one tradition clashes with another? Is this what happens when people refuse to recognize traditions that they may share but concentrate on the issues/facts that divide them? Are there any answers for this? Who can help? Who can stop it? Who can help two peoples move on to a better future? Who can help two belief systems learn to share sites of spiritual importance to each of them?

I have no idea. But god…. this is so sad….. so very sad. And so much of it seems to be justified on the "word of God". So sad…. so very sad.

And seemingly so endless.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Happy Color and Design Strike Again…..

It's that time of year again, temperatures are beginning to fall, leaves pop with color and everything is pumpkin-flavored. And it's the time of year my North Shore Quilt Guild gets together for two days in a church basement to go on a quilt-making marathon.

Members assemble, cut and pin, members press the edges, members sit at machines and sew. You can hear the hum of conversation, laughter and sewing machine needles flying up and down. The pile of quilts grows. Everytime a new quilt is added the quiltmaker rings a bell and everyone applauds. It's a fun two day annual event. This year when the final bell rang we'd finished over 100 quilts!

This is also a service we provide to area hospitals….area families The small quilts go to hospital NICU departments to cover premature babies as they lie in their isolettes. The quilts go over the top and protect the baby's eyes from the bright hospital lights. When the babies are ready to go home the quilts go with them so eventually they are spread throughout the community and, I'm sure, to homes all over the state.

We like doing it, the hospital staff loves to accept them and we hope they bring comfort to parents with plenty on their minds. A little bit of "normal" in an abnormal and unwanted situation. The parents want their babies home, but while they lie in the hospital at least a little bit of love and comfort covers them as they grow and heal.

So I cheer on my quilter friends and from afar I cheer on the babies I'll never meet…..go babies go! Get stronger every day, gain weight and go home.


Tuesday, October 13, 2015

A Theater in My Head?

I realize that over the past six months or so I've had a series of amazingly complex and memorable dreams. I usually head off to bed about 10:00 at night, sleep well, sometimes wake about 5:00 a.m. and then, after I fall back to sleep the "movies" begin.

My dreams really are complex and so real - like watching a movie screen. Some are peopled with friends and family members doing realistic or completely unrealistic activities. I don't analzye them, but sometimes, if my dream is about a friend or family member I just figure it's because I've been with them, or thinking about them.

Yesterday my dream started with me as a teenager going to babysit. Suddenly I was also a mom and I was bringing my kids with me but I overslept and missed the time I needed to be at the house. Then I found the two little kids had been dropped off in their pajamas at my house but when I dragged everyone over to the house where I was supposed to be caring for them I didn't have a key to get in. The next scene showed me making mashed potatoes for everyone for breakfast.

?????

It's gotten to the point where I sort of look forward to going to bed. I wonder what will rattle around in my brain while I sleep.


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Missing Mommy……

I just got back from my annual gathering with special college friends. Our mini-reunion! We gather for about three days to talk, laugh, visit and just have fun. This time we were near Chicago staying at Linda's in Downer's Grove. Our visit included a drive into the city for a performance of The Million Dollar Quartet, dinner at a German restaurant, exploration of the Chicago Botanical Gardens, a walk to the local farmers market and so much more.

It's just the being together that is so nice for me - a sort of annual therapy session of memories, discussions, sharing. We always go through our suggested list of movies and books. We usually do a "craft" just for fun. We share meals and drink wine and laugh and laugh.

It's all good.

And then I get a text from Dave with the message "I miss you!" accompanied by a photograph. Dave was busy while I was gone…..I guess it was my little four-footed pal who was bored. Sorry Fenway, I'm going again next year!





Friday, October 2, 2015

So This Is Political - Let's Re-Think This…..Please, Please, Please





“A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.”

And so it reads in our Constitution. The second amendment written in 1791. And so it was designed by wise men who wrote a document to try to define America and the rights afforded her citizens. The amendment was “Requested by several states during the Constitutional ratification debates, the widespread desire for such an amendment reflected the lingering resentment over the widespread efforts of the British to confiscate the colonists' firearms at the outbreak of the Revolutionary War.” It was also stated that “the government may regulate or place some limits on the manufacture, ownership and sale of firearms or similar devices.”

Of course our forefathers were dealing with a very different reality. Threats did come from “outside” - America was still trying to establish independence and become a strong nation. Citizens lived in rural settings, often miles from neighbors, and had to be able to defend their property from both animal or human threat. Homeowners and settlers needed a rifle to be able to band together with others in their community in case of a common threat - invasion by Indians perhaps, or the British, or whatever.

Never could Ben Franklin, George Washington and the boys have imagined the kinds of weapons that Americans now feel they have the right to “bear”. Never did they ever think that bearing arms would no longer be linked to a “well regulated militia” but would be used to mow down children in a classroom, or patrons at a theater or shoppers at a mall.

This is political. This should be political. Our political leaders should feel the pressure to stand and do something about this. There is no reason any citizen should be allowed to own an automatic weapon that can fire hundreds of bullets before being re-loaded. There is no reason any citizen should be allowed to carry a gun into a public place. 

If you are a gun owner, or a gun user.....use them as intended. Go to a shooting range. Go hunting to put food on the table.

Go hunting students? No. Take your guns to a theater? No. Take them to a mall? No.

No....no....no.

I am not a constitutional scholar, obviously. But I am a mother, a grandmother, a wife. I vote. I want to stand up and say that this last episode in Oregon needs to be just that - the last. This morning a representative of the NRA stated that their policy is “to gather the facts before commenting”. I don’t have all the facts but here is one fact - this is the 10th fatal school shooting THIS YEAR.

Stop saying this has anything to do with the right of American’s to bear arms. This has to do with our politicians being strong enough to stand up and change the Constitution, change our communities, change our sense of safety. One small step at a time - start now with changing gun laws. Requiring new/more difficult regulations before people can purchase guns. No one needs an assault rifle to hunt a deer.

Don’t give me that tired argument that if everyone carried guns we’d all be safer. Arm our teachers. Arm all of our movie-ticket-takers, arm everyone who bags your groceries at the store, arm every mailman, arm every barrista at the coffee shops, every bank teller, have every grandmother pack a gun in her purse. Have every student go through a metal detector before entering their classroom. 


No.....no....no.