Moving Day

I've moved! I'm now working in our basement laundry room, in my own little corner. It's taken me two months, but I've finally moved books, files, desk, laptop, printer and research material to this little corner. I'm right next to a window that looks into our backyard, and this afternoon I watched a feral mama cat nurse her two little kittens right outside my window. Chipmunks drop by for a drink from the planter saucer I keep on the patio for them; squirrels and birds eat and chase each other; and Ella, the hound next door, desperately tries to get at them from her side of the fence. Wonderful distractions for the creative spirit and much better than the upstairs distractions of dust and dinner and doorbells and the general demands of a household.


Now, to get some writing and networking done down here. I'm ready!

In my Own Backyard

In my soon-to-be-published historical novel for kids, WASATCH SUMMER, Hannah receives two turkey wings for her birthday. One is a gift from her Blackfeet friends, who tell her they use the wings as fans in hot weather. The second wing is from her mother, who uses them as a dusting tool.

Anticipating school visit requests, I've been looking for a turkey wing to use for show and tell when I speak to classes about the book. I've asked people I know who hunt or who know someone who hunts--but with no success. Monday, fiddling around on my laptop I typed "turkey wings" into the Google window and up popped several sources for intact feathered wings. The first site showed a gorgeous object, suitable for smudging. It cost $185. I gulped and went on down the list.

I came to a listing for Custom Feathers, which offered a variety of wings, feather sizes, and prices. I found one that sounded right and was reasonably priced. So I clicked away and put in my order.

Tuesday afternoon i heard the mailbox creak as it does when its lid is lifted. Normal sounds for mail delivery. But then the doorbell chimed--not normal. I found the largest Priority Mail envelope somehow managing to remain upright in our tiny mail receptacle. Inside was a beautiful turkey wing.

Amazed at the one-day delivery, I checked the return address. Custom Feathers is in Chillicothe, MO--a few counties away from Kansas City. I had found just what I was looking for--right in my own backyard.

Something to think about. How many other things, people, ideas have I roamed far and wide in search of, only to find them close to home?

Blessed Be Nothing

My grandmother was fond of saying, "Blessed be nothing," and she lived by that motto. Partly through necessity, but mostly through choice, she lived her life free of unnecessary "stuff." Our recent battles with water and mold have brought her "travel-light" philosophy into a clearer focus than ever before.

We've spent the last week going through all the things that cluttered our family room and too-spacious storage rooms. Faced with decisions about what to pitch, what to give away, what to keep, and what to recycle, we're determined not to repeat our past acquisitive mistakes. As these photos will show, we first need to restore the drywall, cabinets and ceiling tiles before adding anything else to the mix. I'll keep Grandma and her saying in mind in the future. I hope.
 

BLESSED BE NOTHING. AMEN!