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Clothing I Pine For

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Clothing I Pine For

Oops, I closed my eyes for 20 minutes and an hour and a half later ...

For 3 years I’ve been working on a story about the White Spruce Pine Trees on the farm where I grew up. It’s a true story and I am excited to tell it, but it is still not quite finished. I feel like it is so very close but just not quite there yet. I even bought a dulcimer guitar made out of spruce to use in the story. As I’ve worked on the pine story getting it ready for the stage I thought it would be a good thing to have something special to wear as I tell it.

I sew, so Steven and I went to Joann Fabric to find material with pine trees on it that I could use to make an article of clothing. Sure enough, we found some great fabric! I got a couple of different prints so I’ll be able to make a few different things. I am thinking a shirt and a simple dress, but I haven’t found the patterns I want to use yet.

As I sit here I think, I am pining for these clothing items. Perhaps my finished story is waiting for the dress or shirt to arrive. It’s a process: I have the story but it is not finished – I have the fabric but no pattern.

I think by the end of the year they will both come together. I’ll let you know when I get the sewing and the story done. In the meantime here’s a picture of the fabric I bought.

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Summer Reading 2019

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Summer Reading 2019

I have been preparing for Summer Reading 2019. The Collaborative Summer Library Programming this year is a Universe of Stories. So, I came up with the theme of Many Moons Ago for the title of my program this year.

I’ll be telling folk tales, fairy tales and original stories using puppetry and storytelling. I’ve been constructing stick puppets to use for one of my stories about the Sun and the Wind. It is an Aseop Fable and a lot of fun to tell. I’ll be getting audience members to help me out with the puppets and creating dialogue. Oh, how interesting it can be when you allow an audience member to talk. You never know what someone is going to say when you give them the opportunity.  I’m excited to get the stories I have prepared on stage and to get the audience involved!

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Let the Wild Rumpus Begin!!

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Let the Wild Rumpus Begin!!

You may not know the name Maurice Sendak, but to those who love children’s literature, it is a name that makes you smile. Mr. Sendak wrote one of my all time favorite books, Where the Wild Things Are. I just love that story. “Let the wild rumpus begin!!” What a line. The book was a little scary to me, yet it was also empowering. Max is punished by being sent to his room but he does not let the four walls of his room contain him. Instead, he ventures into a land of wild monsters who make him their king.

When I was young, I often checked this book out from the school library and spent hours staring at the beautiful drawings. I imagined that I was in the land of monsters and they had made me their queen. I didn’t own a copy of my own until I became an adult, however I always felt ownership of the one in the library.

June 10th is Maurice Sendak’s birthday. On that day I will remove my copy of Where the Wild Things Are from its shelf and spend some time reading the words, staring at the illustrations, and wandering around in the land of monsters. If you are nearby you might just feel the ground shake. Don’t worry, it’s just the monsters and me in the midst of a wild rumpus. Join me if you like — don’t let the four walls contain you… Let the wild rumpus begin!!!

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This Blog is Late

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This Blog is Late

This blog is late. I mean like really late! So late, in fact, I thought why bother. But then I thought why not just write about being late. So I am blogging about this blog being late.

It began with the internet. I was out of town last week, and the internet wouldn’t connect. So, whatever I wrote would not be able to be posted. Then my mind was blank. I sat down several times to write but nothing came, the words didn’t flow, they got mixed up, they didn’t say what I wanted them to say.

I have several half-finished blogs that will probably never see the light of day. If they do, they will not be the same as what is currently written. I will have to change them around, reword them, shake them up, do it differently.

At one point, I had a feeling of almost panic. AHHHH, I’m late!!! Then it occurred to me: I’m just late. It’s no big deal. There are times when being late is a big deal. Take, for instance, flying. If you are late for the plane, it leaves without you. Or voting. If you are delayed by a day, then you can’t vote. Then there are times when you cannot control being late, as in giving birth. My last two babies were late; my son by ten days and my youngest by, wait for it…21 days (and then we had to make her come)!

Then there is the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, who is always running late.

That’s all for now; my husband just asked me if I’d like to go for a walk in about 10 minutes. I must get ready, so I’ll be on time.

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It is National Vanilla Pudding Day

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It is National Vanilla Pudding Day

Today is National Vanilla Pudding Day. Did you know that vanilla pudding had its own day? I didn’t. It is also National Solitaire Day. Who knew that solitaire needed a day, too? Maybe Vanilla Pudding Day was created to support Solitaire Day… obviously, you eat vanilla pudding while you play solitaire. Also, it is National Buy a Musical Instrument Day. So, you go out and buy an instrument after you are bored from playing solitaire and eating vanilla pudding? I like to look up National Days; I find them amusing.

What’s the story behind them?

Who registered Vanilla Pudding Day? Why was that so important to them?

How about solitaire? Who came up with that?

I don’t know the real stories behind these “special” days, but I do believe they are the start of a great tall tale.

Have a good day. I think I’ll play some solitaire, eat some vanilla pudding, and go buy an instrument.

What are you going to do today?

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