Category: Musings

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…


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.

The Creature of the Cache


C is for Creature. He’s gone missing, my Creature. We’ve been together since April of 2005, when I found him in a geocache site up in New England. I’d gone along with Skip, who was a regular member of a local geocache group. I was doing research for a story, and Skip was kind enough to let me tag along.


We are clearly in the middle of nowhere, but my trusty guide zeros in on a  cache.


Well hidden, but the blue does catch the eye. If you are bending down and looking closely.

And then …  there he is! My creature! My favorite scary monster of time: The Creature of the Black Lagoon!


The rule with geocache is, take something, leave something. Skip comes prepared. He hands me the creature and wanders off. He returns with his backpack, pulls out a small plastic bag with a notebook and pencil inside, and lays it gently into the cache. The trade is made. The deal is done.

Several days later, I take my Creature out for a ride. We head out to the Blackstone River and Canal Heritage Center, which is the closest body of water than I can think of. Some association, anyway.


Here he is, peering out the window of the Visitor Center.

That was years ago. Since then, he’s been hanging out around the house. We live in Florida now. No more adventures, alas. Last time I saw him, he was posing for some sketches I’d done. But mostly I focused on the Manikin, the Gargoyle, and the Troubadour. Maybe the Creature felt neglected? This is what he looked like, last time I saw him, a few weeks back:

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Maybe he’s run off to Wakulla Springs. If you see him, tell him to come home, okay?


Note: I’m participating in the  A to Z Blogging Challenge for 2016. The challenge is to write 26 posts, each one tied to a letter of the alphabet.



A Party of Violets

Day 28:  Or perhaps a Violet Riot?

There is a new crop of Violets – a bit more than buds, not quite yet blooms – in the plant in the kitchen window. They look so … fun, and curious, as if they’re slowly opening their eyes to the world around them. Their world.

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By the way, according to the African Violet Society of America, if your African Violet plant is not blooming, it might be because … it’s happy. Content, even. Here’s a quote from the AVSA website (item 6):

Some African violets become vegetative, meaning they are so comfortable that they only grow leaves. To convert them to being reproductive, you must give them a little scare. Repotting is one method. It also works to tap the pot firmly on a hard surface to create a minor earthquake. This seems to cause the plant to awaken the survival-of-the-species instinct and it will often set buds.

I am almost tempted to try something with Granny. A gentle boo, perhaps? But not yet.

A Sense of Place

Day 23: We peek into an Art StudioBetty Denton Studio.jpg

Not mine, alas.

I’ve been doing casual research on a local artist, which led me to this photo of the house where she lived for 27 years. For reasons unknown at the moment, the house was put on the market last year and sold. This photo was taken while the house was on the market.

This is waterfront property, by the way. Her studio overlooked Lake Earl, which is a protected harbor that flows into Choctawhatchee Bay.

You can see the water from the windows. There’s a boat dock on the left and an outbuilding of some kind on the right.

Inside the room, I can make out a few details – rolled up rattan shades that could be lowered when needed. Tile floors that could be cleaned up pretty quickly. Shelves for books. A cabinet (a taboret) for holding papers and other art supplies.

One small window, overlooking … what?  Why?  Larger, deeper drawers for … what?

Maybe if I ever meet her, I can ask. And if I  find out, I’ll tell you. That’s a promise.

To all of us.