Archive for October, 2016

Hit and Run: No Serious Casualties

Posted in Learning Curve on October 10, 2016 by drycreekherbs

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Len ran over my purse day before yesterday. I was in a huge hurry doing something that I have since forgotten. So I sat my purse down near the garage door and started some chore. Then I went into the house, then ironed, then started cleaning out my closet, then Len came in the house and said, “I ran over your purse.” He really did. Nothing but my hearing aid case and a black plastic serving spoon were destroyed. He wanted to give me a lecture soooooooooo much. I was pleased I didn’t receive a series of tut-tuts.    


Posted in Learning Curve on October 5, 2016 by drycreekherbs


Well, damn. I guess I won’t be able to open a casino or go to law school free. I just knew I was going to be an American Indian or African American. Nope. Just like Daddy used to say, I am Heinz 57. I especially wanted to be a descendent of the Lost Roanoke Colony Indians. These photos were going to be on my Facebook Profile. I’d better refocus my aspirations.   IMG_6175.jpg

Driving Miss Stephie

Posted in Happy Recollections on October 5, 2016 by drycreekherbs

Last week Stephanie and I took an escape outing from Florida and Texas heat. We save money in a designated savings account so every year or so we can find cooler weather. This year we went to Rhinebeck, NY and stayed at the oldest American Inn, the Beeckman. What oldest means are dark rooms with slopping floors, and many stairs. Sadly, it was rather warm and humid but we still had a grand time…a fair share of belly laughs, fine food and drink, stories, and roaming all over the countryside. Steph doesn’t drive their full sized car much, rather zips around the Villages in her golf cart. I, on the other hand, drive miles and miles every day…so I happily drove and she navigated.


I want to do some ‘deep soul writing’ learned recently during my ‘Journal to Memoirs’ class but I am finding it is hard to get burrowed down to the place that describes my friendship with Stephanie. She is a soul sister. My emotional core gets centered….I really think it is magic how we level our crags and crannies through talk, laughter, and silence.   

Anyway, here are some pictures of our ride-about. We went to Valkills, Eleanor Roosevelt’s cottage, the Vanderbilt mansion grounds, Olana, Frederick Edwin Church’s home and studio, the Hudson Walkway, a former railroad bridge and a mere 212 feet high (OMG we are so brave), and the NY Culinary Institute. There is just too much to do there.   

I think I might like to go again—maybe rent something from VRBO in Hudson, or try a retreat center. There is one in East Meredith, NY where you can stay in a yurt for only $145.00 a night. Definitely I will want to do some train riding up to see Maureen in the Buffalo area…and if that, then surely I need to go on to Niagara. AND, maybe I should also go to the Kripalu Retreat Center in Stockbridge, MA. Once Len and I, along with Carol and Al, stumbled upon it. We went in and walked around…it is huge and everyone seemed very mellow except for us. I spent most of the time in the yoga gift shop. Speaking of shops, I did find a rather nice Indian or Iranian shift at the gift shop at Church’s house. I haven’t mentioned that Church was a genius American landscape artist in the Hudson River Landscape School. Church and his wife looooooved traveling in the Middle East. Steph went along but she’s not too keen on that sort of thing.

There’s just a lot I need to do. At 69 years 11 months, I must get rolling. My dance card isn’t full yet.

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AncestryDNA Ethnicity

Posted in Uncategorized on October 5, 2016 by drycreekherbs

Maya Angelou: “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.”

Posted in Happy Recollections on October 2, 2016 by drycreekherbs


I know this-if I write something out or say it out loud, I understand the issue so much more. Writing is good for me. Yesterday I went to the C. Thompson Conference Center at UT for a class-Journal to Memoirs: Writing from the Soul. I was actually supposed to take a Yoga breathing class but it was cancelled and I am thrilled. I loooooooved this class. I came back absolutely fired up…I should have started reflecting because I already have dumbed up.

Here’s the scoop and it is to help me secrete whatever chemical helps the brain with long term memory. There are journals and there are memoirs…journals are basically private and memoirs are autobiographical and shared.


• Point of view is rather chaotic

• In the present

• Ok to contradict yourself

• Includes dialog, guided images, catharsis, reflection, lists, portraits, unsent letters, dream work, art, etc.

• Written for fun, showing rhythms, life cycle, self-awareness,

• Pre-requisite: desire, time, and discipline

• Important to read other journals

• I need to buy new graphic journal What It IsIMG_6170.jpg

• I am already bored. I hate re-writing notes.


• Point of view is organized

• Edited

• Includes diaries, journal excerpts, transitional entries, quotes, letters, photos, maps, etc.

• For family history, focus life, tie lose ends, sense of personal worth/completion.

• Pre-requisite: Designated audience that will set style and tone. Themes organize journal entries

• Changes in your life- transformations

• OK I am done with this. I feel like I have a blister on my brain.

Here is the new information. If you want to get something published, look at the NEW journals. They are graphic and really all over the place. This is a result of young writers and readers. There is nothing better than a good obstacle for publication potential and of course, SHAME and MISERY! I am now interested in ‘dream work.’ Lord knows, I have plennnnty of material. I think it is a drug I take with side effects of increased OCD and vivid dreams. Really. As time goes by, both attributes are increasing. So I learned about Pillow Books but whoa…I just Googled the term and I see lots of erotica. OK, I won’t do Pillow Books but I like the name as far as dreaming is concerned. Our teacher taught us to write about the environment of our dreams and how to organize our dream journals and how to write haikus from our dream themes. I won’t be able to do that.

Wellllllllll, I re-read this and it certainly is chaotic and doesn’t show why I came back so energized. I did like the writing prompts….drawing a fruit that I am today (Zaftig banana,) the fruit I would like to be tomorrow (Sugar Kiss melon,) and my favorite toy (Madame Alexander doll.) Oh my God, the punctuation is a mess and I am not fixing it….after all this is a journal.

I learned this new word that influences publication



noun: psychographics

The study and classification of people according to their attitudes, aspirations, and other psychological criteria, especially in market research.

All this and yesterday there was magnificent sunset to end an awesome day.IMG_6162.jpg