Screenplay . . . . .

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Really really cold this morning. I lit the fireplace (with a button on the wall),  Keurig’ed a steaming cup of coffee and placed it by my chair. But before sitting I went to the front door to look out for signs of the weather. It was a quiet day with no hint of  trouble, except for one thing. It was snowing, one flake at a time floating down slowly, then joining the mish mash of  old slow on the ground.  The flakes in the air were few and far between but the view was interesting and i wanted a picture of it.

I went into my office, picked up my iPhone from the desk and took a picture through the picture window. (After all, what are picture windows for?)  Actually it wasn’t a picture window but three large windows in a grouping. When I looked at the photo I couldn’t see a single flake.  I saw my front yard as a generality, outlining few details.

Now, over coffee, I thought about that. It came to me that we are all looking at life through a screen. It is a screen that was placed there by teachings, experience and observations in our early learning years. It has served a purpose. Just like the screens on the window, the ones in our mind keep out thoughts or ideas that we fear may be harmful. But at times they also keep us from seeing the big picture.

I remember hot sticky days on the farm in Iowa when I was a child. Usually when such a day ushered in a thunderstorm, the old screen door was completely covered with flies. We were not to open that door unless it was an absolute must. When we did open the door we walked into a wall of flies, and of course some escaped into the kitchen. And there some of them met a slow frantic death when they landed on a long string of sticky coiled paper hanging from the ceiling.

We do that too. We take a second look at something we experience or at thoughts that have been introduced to our mind, and we decide whether to live with it or to shoo it out the door. (I’m not one to kill things, even ideas. There may be truth there for someone)

You may think it a strange comparison, but as I think of it I realize I have utilized my time spent in Honolulu to step out of old patterns, to stand apart and rethink my beliefs, my life’s direction. Although there may be flies up-island where there are crops and cattle and horses, there in the city by the sea few people have screen windows, few people have screen doors. When I go to my lanai to think, to write, to look down on the scene from a high floor, I leave my sliding door open.

I think someone recently visited this page and was offended, perhaps, by my poem about our differences. The poem that ended with “We take turns. Be patient. Be grown-up.”

Now, after one group lost and another gained the House of Reps, I wish she would read the poem again. It speaks both ways.

Sometimes we all need to remove our screens and wash the windows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grand Grand and Grand Grand . . . . .

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Not many people, in their lifetime, get to be either a great great granchild or a great great granmother. I had the privilege of being both. I can still remember my great great grandmother. Before I was five she had taught me how to knit.

This beautiful child (above) was born last week in Omaha.  Her name is Evelyn Schroeder. Yesterday she slept like this in my lap for a long nap, there in her grandparents’ brand new home . . . built after their house burned down last New Year’s Eve.

So, in our family it was a time for new things. Even my daughter Sara, who has a new home in Hawaii, is now a great grandmother. She can remember her great grandmother too, the one who was named Sarah.

An exciting time of hopes and .dreams and thanks.

 

 

We’ve all been there. . . . .

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Elections

Elections can be painful,,

yet without them

it could be worse.

We still have rules to

ensure that no one takes over

and runs away with our country.

If it moves a ways it will move

back again, if needed, or

move forward, if needed.

The “other side” will never

see things as you do.

It was meant that way

for a reason, called balance.

So it is painful to suffer,

pointless to worry,

heartless to fail to understand

the other side once felt

as you do now

if their favored  person lost …

or if their favored person won.

We take turns.

Please be patient.

Be grown-up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday P. M. (post mortem)

A nice early fall day, not raining as it has from time to time recently. I should be out and about but a temporary problem has me in my chair with heating pad alternating with ice pack, on back/hip muscles.

I’ve never watched an opera for more than a few minutes. This afternoon I thought I would sit down and watch one all the way through. It was on PBS, of course, and was entitled  “Candrillon.

Turns out it is the story of Cinderella. So, since I know the story, I was a bit bothered that they stopped the story constantly to sing about it, but then that’s what an opera is.

Now, I don’t know why but the part of the prince is being played by a woman. They’ve given her a masculine haircut and probably bound her chest. Her features could pass as male and she’s slightly thick in the middle, but she sings in a high female voice. I can’t seem to get that all put together.

I’ve made it through an hour now but I can’t stand the suspense of waiting for the big glass slipper scene . I think I’ll leave PBS now because tonight at 8:00 I am, for once, going to try their new continued story “The Miniaturist.”

I’m finding it difficult to find a good movie. I have NETFLIX and I’ve watched the first ten minutes of many movies but I see few through to the end. I wish I had written down and kept the names of the ones I did like.

One I have enjoyed is a British movie called Wentworth. It is a women’s prison story but much different from our Orange is the new Black. Acting is excellent and I continued to watch it mostly because of one actress who was so great I’ve followed her through five seasons and am now watching season 6.

It has taken me years to figure out that I always have choices and I don’t have to finish every book I start. I don’t have to stay with one project if another suits me better. Life has to be fun and rewarding. That’s what we came equipped to handle and to enjoy.

If you know of any good movies either in theaters or on TV, we’d all like some recommendations.

 

 

My kind of HIGH school . . . . .

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The Interview

What did you first write on?

I believe I wrote on the edges of a page from the Sears and Roebuck catalogue.

Where did you study writing?

In the apple tree, reading books and eating apples

Does anyone help you with your writing?

Most certainly. Voices speak to me with ideas I had never thought of.

What do you enjoy most about writing

Listening.

 

Writing and Wishing . . . . .

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I ran across this greeting card this morning. It is one of the many, many that I wrote for Hallmark back in the 70’s and 80’s. This is one of my early ones. Later ones gave my name. Maybe I’ll post a card now and then, although most of my cards I never saw.

People ask me if I studied writing in school and I have to say no, I never had a class in writing. Probably because I was in college during WW2 and our choice of classes was  limited. Still, I’m glad I didn’t. Right or wrong, what I write is me, and my mind was never tampered with by a far out professor with his own ideas and conditioning.

Imagine this. Hallmark asked me to write thoughts and feelings in words that have never been used in cards (thousands of them) before. That challenge was one of my teachers. I learned about writing things you can see and feel, also, in the 25-or-less words contests I entered for a few years, in which every single word was important and I was competing with thousands of writers. Still,  I filled wastebaskets with them before I sent one off.

 

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African violets . . . Swedish humor . . .

AFRICAN VIOLET

Here is a picture of the Aftican violets in my kitchen window niche. Isn’t it amazing how neatly the leaves are trimmed in white?  That was not done by humans.  I do not have a green thumb so I appreciate every day this plant looks so beautiful and so healthy.

Today my niece Vida posted on Facebook a funny list of definitions. Made me laugh out loud. I come from a Swedish family and the Swedes have a great sense of humor. We used to laugh through an entire family reunion and remember to this day some of the things that made us laugh.  They would have loved this:

Definitions:

Artery:  Tue study of paintings

Bacteria:  Back door to a cafeteria

Caeserean section:  A neighborhood in Rome

Delate:  To live long

Fester:  Quicker than someone else

Fibula:  A small lie

Labor pain: Getting hurt at work

Medical staff:  A doctor’s cane

Morbid:  A higher offer

Nitrates:  Higher than day rates

Node: I knew it

Outpatient:  A person who has fainted

Pelvis:  Second cousin to Elvis

Post Operative:  A letter carrier

Recovery Room:  Place to do upholstery

Seizure:  Roman emporer

Tablet:  A small table

Terminal illness:  Getting sick at the airport

Tumor:  One plus one more

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