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Sunday, December 10, 2017
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Thursday, December 7, 2017
If you have seen the snow
under the lamppost
piled up like a white beaver hat on the picnic table
or somewhere slowly falling
into the brook
to be swallowed by water,
then you have seen beauty
and know it for its transience.
And if you have gone out in the snow
for only the pleasure
of walking barely protected
from the galaxies,
the flakes settling on your parka
like the dust from just-born stars,
the cold waking you
as if from long sleeping,
then you can understand
how, more often than not,
truth is found in silence,
how the natural world comes to you
if you go out to meet it,
its icy ditches filled with dead weeds,
its vacant birdhouses, and dens
full of the sleeping.
But this is the slowed down season
held fast by darkness
and if no one comes to keep you company
then keep watch over your own solitude.
In that stillness, you will learn
with your whole body
the significance of cold
and the night,
which is otherwise always eluding you.
“Winter Grace” by Patricia Fargnoli from Hallowed. © Tupelo Press, 2017
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
I think it's fair to say that there isn't anyone in the mystery community as well loved and respected as Bill Crider.
Yesterday he reached out to keep us all updated on his health.
December 5 - "Dear Facebook friends, tomorrow I enter home hospice care. It's only a matter of time before I won't be posting again, and as some of you have noticed, I haven't been posting much. I love you all and have valued your virtual friendship for a long time. I'm sorry to be leaving, but that's the way things go, sometimes."
And this at his blog - "Things could change, but I suspect this will be my final post on the blog. I met with some doctors at M. D. Anderson today, and they suggested that I enter hospice care. A few weeks, a few months is about all I have left. The blog has been a tremendous source of pleasure to me over the years, and I've made a lot of friends here. My only regret is that I have several unreviewed books, including Lawrence Block' fine new anthology, Alive in Shape and Color, and Max Allan Collins' latest collaboration with Mickey Spillane, The Last Stand, which is a collection of two novellas, "A Bullet for Satisfaction," an early Spillane manuscript with an interesting history, and "The Last Stand," the last thing that Spillane completed. It saddens me to think of all the great books by many writers that I'll never read. But I've had a great life, and my readers have been a big part of it. Much love to you all."
His news was met with hearts breaking and tears shed by people who knew him well, and people who may not have known him well, but were touched by him in some way over the years.
People are posting stories about him.
We all love Bill Crider.
I immediately went to my Meanderings and Muses archives to pull out pieces Bill wrote for me over the years.
I share them with you here.
He has always been one of the most generous of souls. You would be hard-pressed to find a single word Bill Crider wrote in praise of himself, but you'll find plenty of words in which he's praising and supporting and helping others. Including me and Meanderings and Muses.
When Bill first shared the news of his cancer, I wrote this.
Bill Crider - if you're reading this; I love you to the moon and back, dear man.
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Cat stands at the fridge, Cries loudly for milk. But I've filled her bowl. Wild cat, I say, Sister, Look, you have milk. I clink my fingernail Against the rim. Milk. With down and liver, A word I know she hears. Her sad miaow. She runs To me. She dips In her whiskers but Doesn't drink. As sometimes I want the light on When it is on. Or when I saw the woman walking toward my house and I thought there's Frances. Then looked in the car mirror To be sure. She stalks The room. She wants. Milk Beyond milk. World beyond This one, she cries.
Friday, December 1, 2017
I hope you'll drop by Jungle Reds today and read the interview Hallie and I did - http://www.jungleredwriters.com/2017/12/kaye-barley-muses.html
You won't be seeing me at Jungle Red every month any longer, but I'll still be right here at Meanderings and Muses.
I'm not saying a sad good-bye, I'm really only saying "See you later." Think of me as being in the next room.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
If you're here reading this I have to assume you enjoy Meanderings and Muses.
Probably along with a few other blogs you check out from time to time.
Sadly, all our blog browsing could change.
Some days I love Facebook.
Most days, actually.
Some days it makes me sad and pissy.
I "want" to know what stupid and dangerous thing the orange asshole has done. It doesn't mean the anxiety I feel while reading it decreases.
I "want" to know what powerful man has lost his job, his self-respect and that of his children (I'm guessing the wife probably already knew). It doesn't mean I find any joy in it.
I don't really care that some people are upset that Meghan Markle may or may not have left one dog behind in the US and took another with her to Great Britain. Maybe the dog said he didn't want to go. I don't really care that Meghan Markle may have said "lay" instead of "lie." What's worse - the person who may have made a grammatical error or the person who publicly corrects them? (And yes - I have had it happen to me, and no I probably won't forgive or forget - tha's just the bitch I am).
Today Facebook has made me pissy.
I know, I know - many of you hate my political posts. Maybe you're sick to death of pictures of Annabelle. Or my new obsession with Paris. Maybe you're uninterested in art. Maybe you hate poetry. This is why you have a scroll button and a delete button. But remember - there "are" some people who are interested in these things.
You know - we're all kind of stuck with one another to some extent through the good and bad and I'm happy to have Facebook, even on the bad days. For as long as that might be - knowing full well that the internet as we know it today could be gone before long.
Have you done your part to have your voice heard? More than 807,000 people have. And it only took them about two minutes.
If you're not one of those 807,000 + people, think about going here and typing 17-108 in the "proceedings" box. - https://www.fcc.gov/ecfs/filings .
Easy Peasy. 'cause otherwise, we may not have Facebook, or our favorite blogs, to complain on, or about, for a whole lot longer.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Sunday, November 26, 2017
HOW TO COMMENT ON NET NEUTRALITY
INSTRUCTIONS FROM THE FCC SITE:
Restoring Internet Freedom (17-108)
If you wish to file comments regarding the FCC's Restoring Internet Freedom proceeding, you may submit a public comment by going to www.fcc.gov/ecfs/filings/express.
Enter the number 17-108 in the first field, which is called Proceeding.
On the same screen, you can type your comment and submit it to the FCC. Your comment will be part of the FCC's official record in this proceeding."
CARE ABOUT THIS ISSUE? ACT!!!
CARE ABOUT THIS ISSUE? ACT!!!
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Thursday, November 23, 2017
In the past, Thanksgiving has always been a dinner that my mom and I would share responsibilities for.
She would cook the turkey and dressing at her place. Donald would pick her up and bring her to our place where I'd be putting together the side dishes.
It worked like clock work for years and years.
Then. All of a sudden Thanksgiving rolled around and my mom wasn't here any longer.
So, Donald and I went out for dinner on Thanksgiving Day.
Of course it wasn't the same.
Not only was my mom not with us, but the dressing was cornbread dressing.
Not to throw shade on cornbread dressing, but that's just not what Donald and I grew up with and we've never acquired the taste for it that enables us to appreciate it like a lot of people in the south do.
One year when we went to Cracker Barrel for Thanksgiving, I ended up ordering breakfast instead of their turkey dinner which included cornbread dressing.
It was good - - but . . .
And the leftovers. We missed having that open faced turkey sandwich with gravy the next day.
Sooooo good, plus all the work had already been done and it was an easy peasy meal. Delish!
This year I'm cooking Thanksgiving Dinner.
Thanks to Facebook.
I ran across this recipe and was immediately intrigued.
Slow Cooker Maple Herb Butter Turkey Breast with Apple Cider Glaze.
Maple - Yay!
Herb Butter - Yay!
Apple Cider Glaze - Yay!
and in a slow cooker?! - Yay!!
Gotta try it.
Here's the link:
This recipe is made possible by the Minnesota Turkey Growers Association. As always, all opinions are my own. Thanks for supporting brands that make A Kitchen Addiction possible!
Fingers crossed! I'll let you know how it goes!
And - there will be dressing. Old fashioned sage dressing like my mama used to make.
And mashed potatoes.
And yeast rolls.
And a couple of side dishes. But only a couple since it's only Don and I. No big ol' casseroles this year.
And a pecan pie. Don Barley loves pecan pie. Me? not so much . . .
But there's always ice cream. Yay!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Whether you're spending the day with a houseful, or at a table for one, I wish you warm wishes and good health.
Friday, November 17, 2017
Life is so confusing when you're retired.
You - okay, I will change this to "I" - I never know what day it is for one thing.
Take today for instance.
It's Friday, right?
Then WHERE is Annabelle?
I have gotten up and walked through the house, opened the back door and yelled "Annabelle!" a half a dozen times today.
She's at Woof Pack for play day.
She usually goes on Tuesdays, so that's the day I usually get up and walk through the house and open the back door and yell "Annabelle!" a half a dozen times.
So today's been a doubly confusing day. It's Friday, not Tuesday, but I still can't find my dog.
Thank Goodness! It's time to go pick her up. Tonight will be a whole lot less stressful than today. I may not know what day it is, but at least I'll know where my dog is . . .
Thursday, November 16, 2017
I loved everything about this Georgia O'Keeffe Living Modern exhibit.
It was brilliant, and more than I expected.
More about the woman.
Her art being, of course, a huge part of who Georgia O'Keeffe was, but she was so much more.
Much more than the huge floral paintings that she's best known for.
Take a break from the news and enjoy the life and works of a remarkable woman.