Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween!

It's that magical night when children dress up and knock on doors in search of yummy, sugary treats and believe in everything good and fun in the scary but exciting darkness.  Let yourself be young again for a little while tonight and share in just a little bit of that giddiness and hopping-on-one-foot-with-excitement joy.

When that sweet little girl practically screams at you to guess what she is, be sure you tell her that of course, she is a pretty purple princess.  And pretend to be scared by the pint-sized Hulks and Batmen and Scream people holding out their pillowcases and plastic grocery bags for loot.  And don't get too upset at the tiny ones who reach for more than one piece of candy.  They are just learning the Halloween ropes; don't ruin it for them--it's not your job.

Just remember your Halloweens of your past--and pray that these little goblins get those very same memories to tuck away and treasure.


"A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween."--Erma Bombeck

(Thanks to Mike Pinto, principal, Cole Elementary School, for sending this quote in his daily Morning Message e-mail.)

Monday, October 22, 2012

Quote of the Day...


I've been reflecting on the life and loss of a dear friend this past weekend, as well as the total waste of 2012 by me due to being depressed over the state of my life in general.  This photo, courtesy of Brave Girls Club, gives me the direction I need to go. Now, I just need to do it...

Thursday, October 18, 2012

10/17/12--Halloween Goody Basket

This basket--a Halloween Goody Basket--is the product of my basket class last night at Morton Community Center.  As always, the teacher was Bev Larson, who is great and so knowledgeable and so encouraging.  Thank you, Bev!

Halloween Goody Basket
This one tried my patience at the beginning.  I was trying to "upset" my basket too fast and too much ("upsetting" is when you start to weave upward, shaping the basket as you go).  Doing this made the weaving extremely tight and very difficult to pack.  Bev saved me and the rest was a piece of cake--or maybe pumpkin pie, since the basket is supposed to resemble a pumpkin.  My fingers are still aching a little bit this morning from all that packing work last night!

I particularly love the colors used in this basket.  I plan to use it in my house through Thanksgiving (that's why I chose not to put a little Halloween decoration on it).

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Why I Am Voting For Mitt Romney

I love my country.  I am unabashedly proud to be an American.  Think of all the freedoms and opportunities we have that can be found nowhere else on earth.  Freedom from want, freedom from fear, freedom to speak and write, freedom to believe in any god that we choose.

In my opinion, the last four years have been a hard lean to the wrong side of all the things we hold dear.  Never mind the fact that it is not really clear just who is running the show in DC.

I want my country back.

We cannot afford--economically, militarily, security-wise, educationally, spiritually, humanely, morally--another four years of the "leadership" we currently have at the helm of this great nation.

Who do the terrorists want to win the election?

Mitt gets my vote.

My Day With the Bridge

I spent a beautiful October Tuesday at the Covered Bridge Festival, an annual event that takes place in the towns of Parke County, Indiana, which claims to be one of the spots in the United States with the largest number of covered bridges.  In particular, I visited the town of Bridgeton, which has a rustic, charming old mill.


The Bridgeton (IN) covered bridge, which was rebuilt in 2006 due to an arson fire

First of all, I am sore from all the walking, but that is a given.  Bridgeton is in a valley and the terrain is flat, so that is nice given that you walk on concrete and crushed stone all day.  The place was packed, which was to be expected.  You just have to plan your itinerary (i.e. lunchtime) around the crowds and you will be okay.

Food?  CHECK!  My mom and I shared a Kentucky ham and cheese toasted sandwich (not quite grilled).  It is an excellent meal and half a sandwich fills you up for pretty much the rest of the day.  I look forward to it every year the way my dad looks forward to the ham and beans and cornbread meal that the Boy Scouts serve there as well.

Even though the merchandise was a bit different than last year, it still was probably a 60/40 mix of flea market to crafts.  Sadly, I didn't get any ideas to take home and try with me.  However, I was thrilled to find a woman who hooks rugs the old-fashioned way (with wool strips, not with a latch hook) had set up shop in one of the buildings, and had beginner kits on sale for $20.00.  SOLD!  I am excited to try this heritage craft (I watched the ladies hook rugs at the State Fair and got to try my hand at it there for the first time) when I get a few other projects under control.

I already mentioned it, but the weather was wonderful!  You can't ask for a prettier fall day than the one I got yesterday.  And, I think Parke County got more rain this drought summer than Tippecanoe County did, because the colors are just gorgeous down there!  The sunshine was even brighter reflecting off the leaves.

Bridgeton has become a fall ritual for me, and yesterday I grabbed the chance to renew my spirit and catch my breath from my busy daily schedule.  Cell reception is nonexistent in that valley, so I even had to wait till I got home to post photos on Facebook and Instagram.  It's a nice step back into a simpler time and I am glad I made the journey.

Monday, October 15, 2012

More When I Get Back...

Bridgeton (Indiana) covered bridge and mill, July 2010

OK, everyone, here is where I am going tomorrow--Parke County, Indiana, the land of covered bridges.  Hopefully, the weather will hold out and it will be a beautiful day for walking, sightseeing, eating, and shopping.  I will fill you in when I get back home.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Quote Of the Day

"I give and give, even when I get nothing back - and that sets me up for disappointment."--Angie Stone 
I have no idea who Angie Stone is, but she hit the nail squarely on the head with this observation.  No matter how much you give, how much you try, how much you exhaust yourself with effort.

Maybe, just maybe, I am giving and giving to the wrong people.  I don't know.  I keep telling myself things have got to change soon.  I just don't know.