Month: July 2016

Where We Go When We Say Goodbye

Day 11: Making a Prompt Personal

 

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Image: Deep Indigo Inktense, Winsor Newton Blue Antwerp watercolor and water on Vellum 
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Day 6: The Dominoes Are Stacking Up

The assignment for Day Six of Blogging Fundamentals is to write an irresistible About page. That was a few days ago, so I’m falling a bit behind.

At the moment, I have three blogs, all of which have an About page, but since I’m serious about this course, I’m working on it. But off stage. Using a pen, paper, plus an adorable hour glass with pink sand. It’s a three-minute timer.

Pink Time running out
It’s About Time …

Which is twice as long as the 90 second timed exercises that we are asked to do for this assignment. But how often do any of us get to play with hour glasses any more? Especially ones loaded with pink sand?

Am I stalling? Probably. But it’s Saturday as I write this. Homework piling up in the background. Like sand through the hour glass…

Day 5: Exploring Themes

I’m truly enjoying this course. Hopefully these words won’t come back to haunt me… ;o)

Today’s assignment is to visit the Theme Showcase, select three themes, and play with the customizing function.

As of 11:30 am on the 20th of July, Franklin is the theme. I’ll be playing with customization, so expect this post to change. How much and how often remains to be seen.

UPDATE: 9:22 am on the 23rd of July, switched the theme from Franklin to Edda. Why? Because Franklin didn’t have the Choose a Featured Image function (that I could spot, at any rate.) Does this mean that I’m working backwards through the alphabet? Hmmmm. The Featured Image option shows up on the menu bar to the left, but when I click update, there is no image. Trapped in the classroom!!!!! Send Help!!!! Just kidding.

Besides, I finally got the image loaded. My two favorite cameras, neither one operational. The larger one is a Polaroid 250 Land Camera. The smaller one is a miniature spy camera. Both are metaphors in the making…

In Search of the Ideal Reader

It’s Day Four of Blogging Fundamentals and I’ve been asked to become a mind reader. What fun! Actually, the assignment is to create a post for my Ideal Reader. And, while I’m at it, include a new (to me) media element.

At the moment, I am wandering around the white space of Evernote, safely behind the curtain, wishing that I had cookies. Real cookies, home made, warm from the oven. Alas, no cookies. That would require planning ahead. Foreknowledge that I’d be having company in the form of my Ideal Reader showing up to peer over my shoulder and maybe help themselves to a warm cookie or two.

Now I wish that I had read ahead, taken a peek at the assignment before hand, worked up a magic wand and a fancy cape, a bit of off-stage smoke, and Voila! The Ideal Reader! And we could have shared a virtual plate of yummy cookies.

Perhaps a list …? (Have you ever noticed how, sometimes, an ellipse resembles a drum roll? If you answered yes, you go to the head of the Ideal Reader Line. No number required.)

Other aspects of the Ideal Reader:

  1. Grew up reading the backs of cereal boxes.
  2. Curious about the world.
  3. Can be brave in small doses.
  4. Fiercely loyal to SOMETHING that makes no sense to others (often this/these thing(s) can be found in quaint museums, dusty attics, abandoned buildings)
  5. Spontaneously creative for the sheer joy of being engaged in the moment (this includes drawing shapes and / or words on fogged up windows).
  6. You probably have a tendency to avoid being like every body else …
  7. But you are still drawn to the idea of having your own tribe (whatever that means).

Well, that’s a start. Mission to discover the Ideal Reader, begun. Check.

New to me elements … probably not a poll. That’s too much like a list. I’m off to find and embed something just for us, Dear Reader. And since I don’t know what I’m doing (but being brave in small doses, in public, with you), I’m going to try to embed an image from Instagram.

Which doesn’t work. At least not the way that the ‘super easy’ instructions seem to imply. So instead of the embedded image, I’m providing you with the link to an Instagram image of the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

UPDATE: I figured out how to embed an actual Instagram photo. Not sure how, just stumbled along until I found a photo that I liked and kept trying until something happened. I prefer the image from the link in the previous paragraph. It’s moody, very much like the sea. But this is nice. Never been there, alas. The aquarium, I mean.

These are the waters in which I first fell in love with the sea. In fact, I became convinced that I had been, once upon a time, a mermaid, in another life. (Add Number 8 to the list: Boundless Imagination.)

 I leave you with one of my own photos …

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My tiny plastic Creature of the Black Lagoon, exploring …

Monday with Marbles: An Interlude

I woke up this morning with the best of intentions but then I got distracted by my marbles.

Most of them are stored covered up, but those that are not … cough, cough, are covered with a thin layer of dust.

X marks the dirty marbles
X marks the dust…

So I decided to give them a bath. In the kitchen sink. Making things up as I went along. That’s my first cup of coffee in the photo, below. I was invigorated by the task at hand.

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The Spa for Marbles
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Cat eyes in their bubble bath. That yellow marble with the red background is an illusion, as the red comes from a marble underneath.
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All quiet after the bath.

All in all, a good start to a Monday morning. Which, thanks to my marbles, is now Monday afternoon.

Where did you go????

This is Day Two of the WordPress University Class Learning the Fundamentals, in which I am asked to change both the title (the site identity) and tag line of this blog. And why not?

Wednesurday was only ever a place holder, something to hold my feet to the fire so that I would blog at least twice a week (Wednesday & Saturday), which I tended not to do. Either I didn’t blog at all, or I blogged every day, or whenever the spirit moved me.

This blog has evolved into my little workshop, a foyer between the story teller and the locked rooms of the heart.

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Doorbell Photo Credit Little Visuals

Big journey. Little steps. Where did I go? I was always here…

Anecdotes from the Field

Word Press Every Day Inspiration Prompt Day 18: Anecdotes

Yesterday

I’m waiting for the light to change when the bright white late-model Cadillac hearse sweeps by, heading where, I do not know, but I can tell you where it came from: 17 Chestnut Avenue.
Photo Credit: Hearsing Around
April 1992
Your box is larger than I expected. But small enough to fit on the bookshelf, nestled between two of your favorite books: C is for Corpse and D is for Deadbeat.
November 1994
We’re headed west in a white Jeep, bound for Fort Huachuca, Arizona. The plan is to bury you in the cemetery, next to mom’s grave. But there’s a hitch. The office that arranges the burials says that it will take a week or more to get the paperwork through, and we don’t have a week. On our way out the door, a man stops us. Mother sold him his house. He dug her grave. He tells us to meet him in the morning. He will help us.

Some time in 1987

God knows how you managed the trip. Officially, you have lost your mind: a case of ‘diminished capacity” as the result of hitting your head when the van you were driving overturned several years before. But still you drove yourself from Sierra Vista to Niceville, Florida. Alone. The 1,627.8 mile mystery tour.
November 1994
We arrive at the burial site to find a neatly shaped hole – like the center of a doughnut but square rather than round – in the center of mother’s grave. I lower you as gently as I can into the hole.  I look up to see three deer gathered at the edge of the wood. This will do.