Archive for March, 2010

Suspicious Gene Pool!

Posted in 1 with tags , on March 29, 2010 by drycreekherbs

Well, I won’t be braggin’ about my heritage at the next happy hour…we were hillbillies. Brother Bill and I firmly believe we come from the Lost Roanoke Tribe which makes us Black and possibly we could have easily gotten (High English!) into Law School if only we were smarter! These are my Dad’s maternal great grandparents in NC… The dog is sort of an emotional distractor. I hope no one sees this then feels compelled to tell me I am the spittin’ image of Great Grandma Elizabeth! (Well ok, possibly the flashy scarf, droopy bosoms or knarled hands). One of my cousins did a genealogy search some years back–she said she could never get ANY information from our parents’ generation. Fact is they were all verrrrrrrrry closed mouth about our ‘background’. Bros. Bill and I believe from the Maynor closed-mouthedness that he might have been a real naer-do-well. Possibly a horse thief. At any rate, we do know that he liked to party and pick the banjo. The party gene carried through nicely. Maybe this is the point. Perhaps Len and others have been expecting too much from me! Perhaps folks should lower their expectations!


New OLD Cowboy Boots, Chutney Frenzy, and Waaaay Too Much Learning!

Posted in 1 with tags , , on March 26, 2010 by drycreekherbs

IMG_0688Len treated me to very cool, vintage looking, very expensive, cowboy boots. There is a wonderful optical illusion with height–I look thinner! So I guess this means I will be wearing these boots day and night to every kind of occasion. Might as well be known for having bad taste among other oddities. I think Len likes the fact that I tower over him!   

Big highlights for the week: Monthly Library Board Meeting and following an ad hoc committee meeting for planning future space needs. I ended up on a committee that will brainstorm the activities that will drive our space needs. I think that will be interesting. I am definitely NOT running again for Board of Trustees. I will have served 3 terms for 6 years. I believe in term limits.

I mentioned that Len and I went to South Congress to boot shop. Very curious place, me thinks. I am wearing the boots constantly to break them in. It isn’t a good look with cut offs at age 63. I mean really, where to look? Boots, varicose veins, or floppy legs? I feel like I have written this before. So I imagine I’d better check the previous entry.

Tuesday and Wednesday I made chutney. Blueberry chutney is incredible on vanilla ice cream and the lemon chutney is supposed to be fabulous on fish or chicken. I just want to make more and more. This is who I am.DSC_8733

Aaaaand, speaking of who I am. Yesterday I spent the day learning different things in different ways. Becky rounded up a crew to go to Cedarbreak, the local Catholic Retreat Center for an overview of a book called Open the Door: A Journey to the True Self by Joyce Rupp–she is a nun. It is a 6 weeks long prayer guide that has thematic reflection, guided meditation, poetry, questions, and related scripture quotes. I am not, not, not crazy about retreats and usually get very oppositional but for some reason this was just Zennish enough to hook me. Here is the other thing–it used doors as a metaphor and inspired me to pick up my door photo book from UK and Mexico. A year ago I was so into the little essays I wrote about the doors in Chipping Campden…then poof, gone. So I am newly inspired. Now I have to move out of inspiration into creation and continuation!!! Back to the retreat. We responded to these four questions: 1. What needs to be unlocked within me? 2. What doors have I opened in the past? 3. What closed doors were helpful to me? 4. What doors have held me back? I liked making a bulleted list of my responses.

So, after all of that I went to Austin with Shelley for our Gospel Through Jewish Eyes. Learned all about Oral Law—Jesus was considered an observant Jew. I may just write a bunch about this too. Yes, tonight I will do separate entries about this. Anyway, I digress. Main points covered Oral Laws pertaining to the Harvest and the Sabbath. Next week purity and impurity.

Like this wasn’t a lot already! Then the ride home with Shelley-belle, both friend and a real therapist! We were really pinging–deep underground in Random Girl Wonderland. I had major brain fever when I crawled in about 9:00…just sooo much information and all spiritual. My poor head. Glinlevet was required for medicinal purposes.

I must prance around in these wonderful, comfortable boots.

Rainy dark Sunday with the Aligator Gar

Posted in living to the hilt with tags , on March 8, 2010 by drycreekherbs

Ok, I am trying to perk up….and will by the time I finish this bit of free fall musing. It really is a fine Monday with wonderful soft rain….I need to listen to audio book for book club tomorrow but think I will listen to some jazzzzzzz thing. Len is at the dentist getting one of his über expensive implants replaced…a good thing since he currently has no tooth right in front…. 1153299

Speaking of Len and looks….This morning he cheerfully told me this story: This Saturday he was someplace in his Speedo and on his bike when he saw a couple…the man had on a Boston Red Socks hat, so Len, true Yankee that he is said, “Nice hat”! The man’s wife said, “Nice legs”! Oh, he is proud of that Speedo!

So yesterday started off well enough. Len wasn’t going to church because of allergies and achey back, but with cute legs…so I was adequately made up and feeling good about beauty aids when I decided to put in contacts…surely my eyes are healed enough. So opened the case and popped the right one in followed by excruciating pain. NOT exaggerating. I had stored the lenses in a solution only for storage and requiring major rinsing….so I have had a terrible, ruined sclera that looks like it has been deep fat fried. The warning on the labels said flush with sterile saline…who keeps that around? I didn’t. Now I have gallons of it, just in case I am stupid again.


After church I visited Pam’s gravesite…I’m always verrrrry weepy on the way out there…since we did 98% of our serious talk via car phoning…so catching her up, missing her, apologizing to her, asking for advice, etc. I decided Pam would like the idea of my having a henna tattoo….in fact she would have insisted on going with me to make it a really big deal. I loved that about her. I am thinking, I will do it and hope Katie will go with me when she gets back from Spain…she is her Pam’s daughter, after all. Anyway, when I arrived at the Seaton Cemetery I dried up immediately. Pam is NOT there to me…but while there I did grave tidying. She would approve and endorse the practice.

Home after-church-grocery shopping routine. I went to the tractor shed to find a good pot for the new mega palm…I always see, and was not disappointed, the beautiful, majestic great horned owl (or one of the pair)….I am stunned by his/her grace….except the cats were with me and I feared they would becoming Owl Chow. I corralled them back to the house and safety then off on a 6 mile walk…total for yesterday 8 miles.


Tomorrow or tonight I want to write about my thinking patterns. Ok, now. When a lot is happening in my life, I often say that I am over-stimulated. People always think that is funny. I am dead-on accurate about it, however. Physically, I think it feels like Shaken Baby Syndrome must feel. It is impossible for me to do any kind of productive introspection. So what I have to do is take it layer at a time: Cognitive (What do I KNOW is real?), social (What relationships are involved?), emotional (Are my feelings accurate or is the auto pilot stuck on ‘stinkin’ thinkin’?) and spiritual (What does my spiritual inner rudder suggest?). IF I take the time to peel off each of these layers, I can usually settle down. I just revisited the learning styles and viola, I am getting a nice review that is helping: What I typically do is what Kolb called active experimentation, that is just jumping in and doing something…yes, that is my practice. He, I guess Kolb is a he, then says that at the same time we are “doing”, we choose how to emotionally transform the experience into something meaningful by either gaining new information by thinking, analyzing, or planning (abstract conceptualization) OR by experiencing the concrete, tangible, felt qualities of the world (concrete experiences). I GET IT. Just writing this helps.

Joanne just sent this to me…now using it as my signature quotation! Sooooo accurate.

— I want to keep my soul fertile for changes, so things keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it’s time for them to die. I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not read the same page recurrently.   – Donald Miller, from his book, Through Painted Deserts  

The Mo

Posted in living to the hilt with tags on March 7, 2010 by drycreekherbs

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Happy First Week of March 2010

Posted in living to the hilt with tags , , on March 6, 2010 by drycreekherbs

Joy, joy, joy! I like living in this world….’Flying with the ball’, as Shelley says. So, 98.8% of the time I am flying with the ball and the other .2% of the time I am dredging away at the bottom of the tank with the alligator gars. ….I don’t know the magic to stay in the Joy Zone. Soooo, what made for such a good week? I managed to squeeze in as much fun as possible. Tuesday was a perfect day…the weather was glorious; Edward et all were exceptionally in the zone (complete with an early morning Margarita); the clerk at the Austin Shoe Hospital complimented my choice of denim/velvet slacks; and I found a treasure trove on South Congress and everywhere else I went! It was just a gleeful, cock-a-hoop, chirpy day! I finally arrived at Mom’s around 8:30 in time for a little visit before turning in.

Wednesday I just ran errands for Mom and took her to an exceptional lunch at the Roaring Fork… Thursday I went on a 6 mile walk, trying to loosen up my stiff hip joints….I need to start stretching, I think…maybe Palates.


I met Belinda at Paloma Blanco on Broadway for dinner and a so-so Mexican Martini before we went to the McNay for a lecture on Personal Visions of Beauty: Photographs by Women in the Pictorial School–it wasn’t exactly what I had hoped for but still interesting…after we had a glass of wine at the reception. I also saw a few folks I met the week before. Then Belinda recommended we zip over to Trinity University where they were having still another IMG_0622 exhibit and reception…so we went over there and soaked up a little more culture and more wine! It was a great evening…very invigorating.

Friday I headed north through Austin so I could pick up some tortilla soup mix for Mom then on to Georgetown so I could see the much anticipated, Alice in Wonderland. Oh happy, energizing entertainment. This is my favorite tale. I am totally captivated by the dialogue between Alice and the Cheshire Cat…

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“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” asked Alice
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat
“I don’t much care where–” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat
“–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if only you walk long enough.” (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter 6)