Five Women Wearing the Same Dress at Hutchinson Art Center

Tonight I went to see the play, "Five Women Wearing the Same Dress" at the Hutchinson Art Center. It was SO good!



Two of the people from work are in it, and I didn't want to miss it.





I'm so glad I went - it was hilarious.





Michele (on the right) is right across the hall from me at work and I've been asking her about this play since she started rehearsals a month ago.



Her character, Georgeanne, is drunk throughout the play, as you can probably tell from the ever-present bottle.



It's about five women who are bridesmaids, as if you couldn't guess.





Two things really surprised me about the play. One is that it's really funny - I mean, laugh out loud multiple times kind of funny. Two is that all of the actresses were really good - I mean really, really, really good.



I couldn't stop taking photos - they all had such great expressions.





Meredith is someone I also work with and she was hilarious in the play. Her character is rather subdued, by comparison to the others, but she has some really funny moments.







These "antenna" on their headbands were just the perfect topper to the dresses. I think they captured the idea of bridesmaid dresses and hats.



The character, Frances, on the left here, cracked me up. She repeatedly says during the play that "I'm a Christian," as explanation for everything.


And there is a lot for her to be scandalized by. The language is adult and the content and references are adult. This is not a play for the kiddies, but it's great for the adults.





I can't urge you strongly enough to take it in. It's Friday and Saturday night at 7:30 at the Art Center at 5th and Washington. It's really good. And a bargain at $8.







I'm really impressed by people who put themselves out there on stage for something like this. And in this case it was such an impressive showing.





My congratulations to:
Jaden Bowman as Frances
Casey Walker at Meredith
Tobie Henline as Trisha
Michele McCartney as Georgeanne
Meredith Miller as Mindy
Matt Montgomery as Tripp

and Director Shannon Knipp









This was a production of the Hutchinson Theatre Guild.







At the end of the play they all pose for a photo. Very convenient for me.



I had such a great time tonight. It was written by Alan Ball incredibly well, and was very well acted by our local group. I was so impressed!

Points to Live By from Patsy

The other day I was over in the education department and we were talking about press releases, interviews with reporters and websites. It was a far-ranging conversation, although not a very long one. A day or two later I popped over and on the white board in Laurie, Brad and Kate's office they had written this.

It says:
Important Points to Live By From Patsy
1. The mic is always on.
2. Own your own stuff.
3. You're always "on the record" with reporters.
4. It's not personal, it's business.

Needless to say, I was flattered. It made me smile. And they are all good points to live by I think.

Inspiration

Tonight we went to Skaets for a burger and had a chance to visit with Lisa a bit. She mentioned that she was inspired to journal again after seeing my posts about journaling.

I can't express how wonderful it is when people tell me something I've said or done has inspired them to journal. I'm pretty sure our world would be a much better place if we all took a few moments every day to jot down our thoughts. It would free our brains to work on other things, and make us all kinder.

Lisa made my whole day - maybe my whole week - by telling me she was interested in journaling after seeing my posts about it. Isn't it cool that writing about writing has inspired someone to write? Life is a circle.

Changing Who You Are

There's a concept that "who we are" can be affected by events in our lives.

I've been thinking lately about the list of events in my life that changed who I am, that affected me so profoundly that they changed the way I viewed the world and how I existed within it.

It's easy to assume that changing who you are is a negative, but that seems short-sighted to me. How can we assume that who we are at any moment is who we are meant to be?

I'm pondering this question lately. What has changed who you are?

Gratitude Journal

For almost ten years I've been making notes in a gratitude journal. Obviously, I've not written in this particular one every day. In fact, some pages may have only three or four entries over the double spread and span nearly a year's time. At other times page after page are filled with nearly consecutive days of entries.

Gratitude journaling - writing down a few things you're thankful for that day - has a profound effect on your overall happiness. It has been proven in multiple studies that gratitude journaling will make you happier six months from now than you are today.

I was leafing through this book tonight and I find names that continually pop up in my gratitude journal - Greg and Trish are ever present. I also find references to people no longer with us - Mama, Matthew, Pat, and my brother Jim. The names of others important in my life at one time or another are sprinkled on the pages. Places I visited are there, and references to simple bits of life, and continual gratitude for health.

More than my regular journals, these little snippets in the gratitude journal transport me back to a particular place and time. Maybe it's because of the emotion associated with the writing.

I urge you to give it a try. It takes just a few moments of the day and can have a profound effect on how you feel. I started being more diligent about it a few months ago and my mood has definitely improved. Try it yourself.

(My apologies for blurring the writing, but I don't share the content of my handwritten journals.)

Manfax and Other Fun Thoughts

This is a funny bit I ran across online - apps women would like to have. My favorite is the manfax. Wish I'd thought of that witty bit. But I didn't. I just saw the link on twitter. I'm sure there's a million - make that billion - dollar website idea in there somewhere. Enjoy.

http://trueslant.com/caitlinkelly/2010/02/07/memo-to-steve-jobs-the-10-apps-women-really-want/

Quote of the Day

"All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire."
- Aristotle

I've run across this quote twice in the last few days. So far I've not been able to think of anything that doesn't fit into these seven categories. Needless to say, they cover a lot of territory.

It seems hard to believe our nature can be explained by seven words, and yet so far I've not been able to refute it.

I Love Fridays

Fridays are jeans day. I love jeans day. I don't understand jeans day but I don't question jeans day. I just love jeans day.



After work my jeans and I went to The W downtown and enjoyed dinner and music by Cory Angsten. It was a really nice way to kick off the weekend.

I am starting to feel the need for some relaxation. The last few weeks have been frantically busy at work. Seems there's always a new project on tap. In many ways I love that - keeps the brain working on fresh things - but there's not a lot of down time in my work days. And a person needs a little down time to think. When you can think is when you have a chance to come up with new cool ideas. But, I still love the job - even all these months later. I work for really smart people and that makes the work day go very smoothly. It's great to work in a place where there's always something interesting happening.

The days can have a wide variety in them, which is nice. Today involved a live radio interview locally, a phone conversation with a gentleman from Michigan who's visiting the museum soon, and an email correspondence with a journalist from Italy. There's always something around the corner to think about it, plan or contemplate, and I really like that. Today I also worked on more mundane things like writing press releases and organizing details for an event next week - no one's work day can be all Italian journalists I suppose.

I hope I am productive around the house this weekend. I need to be. We'll have to see how that goes as the weekend progresses I guess. So far I can't say much productive has happened, but the weekend is young yet so lets be optimistic.

Saying Goodbye to all the Selves You're Not Going To Be

I was listening to a podcast of Bob Edwards Weekend recently and he was interviewing author Arthur Phillips about his book, "The Song is You." In the course of the conversation, Phillips said part of the book was about "Finding out you're not going to be everything you possibly could have been at 12 ... and the process of saying goodbye to all the selves you're not going to be."

This phrase, "saying goodbye to all the selves you're not going to be," has remained in my thoughts. It's a beautifully eloquent, and elegant, way of saying something we've all felt, but that I've rarely heard spoken.

Some people have a drive, from a very young age, for a particular path. Studies show that most physicians know they want to be doctors by age six. I've noticed pilots seem to know from very early in their lives that they want to fly, and nothing else will satisfy them. Being a fire-fighter seems like "the family business" many times, with generations following in that service.

In some ways this passion, this certainty, is enviable. If you know in your early years what will please you then you can single-mindedly pursue that, without the detours most of us make through a variety of college majors and experiments in professions. But, it also means there are not many options for things that will make you happy.

I'm thinking even those with such a purpose probably have to say goodbye to selves they're not going to be. We've all heard children say they want to be doctors and pilots and policemen and teachers and railroad engineers - all at the same time. Yet, as adults we tend to settle into just one career path. Okay, maybe two or three, but certainly not the half dozen simultaneous ones we anticipate when we're young and see no limits.

I've never experienced that devotion to one idea, but I've certainly had to say goodbye to some selves I'm not going to be. But I'm blessed. There are many paths to happiness for me. Some I've travelled and some I yet expect to travel, but they all lead to happiness. While it might be bittersweet to say goodbye to some of those selves - those possibilities - other possibilities exist now that our 12 year old selves could never have dreamed.

So, while I've been saying goodbye to selves I'm not going to be, I've been making room for other selves yet to be.

Bits of Beauty

The ice frozen on the remains of the vine I grew this past summer on the side of my house was gorgeous this weekend. I almost missed this bit of beauty. But I ran to the grocery Sunday afternoon and when I hopped in the car there it was, just waiting to be discovered. It was just around the corner, literally, and it could have disappeared before I got to appreciate it.

It made me wonder how many things like this I have missed. How much have I not noticed, skipped over, or been in too much of a hurry to perceive? The list might well be lengthy.

For the last few years the message has repeatedly come to me that I need more beauty in my life. Here was beauty brought to me and I almost overlooked it. I must learn to peek around the corners.

Vardoger

A friend told me tonight that I'm a vardoger.

I had to look that up, to see what it was.

The wiki says:
The vardøger or vardøgr is a spirit predecessor, from Norwegian folklore. Stories typically include instances that are nearly déjà vu in substance, but in reverse, where a spirit with the subject's footsteps, voice, scent, or appearance and overall demeanor precedes them in a location or activity, resulting in witnesses believing they've seen or heard the actual person, before the person physically arrives. This bears a subtle difference from a doppelgänger, with a less sinister connotation. It has been likened to being a phantom double, or form of bilocation.

The word vardøger is a Norwegian term defined as "a premonitory sound or sight of a person before he arrives." In Finnish Lapland the concept is known as etiäinen.

Needless to say, this is a fascinating thing to think about. A concept I wasn't even familiar with that has been applied to me. Although, I must confess, if I'm a vardoger I don't know it.

But this certainly reminds me why I like to have conversation with really smart people.

Hoar Frost in Hutchinson Kansas

This morning we had a hoar frost. I'd never heard of this until earlier this month. It's somewhat unusual, and now we've had two of them in three weeks.



As soon as Greg called and told me how beautiful it was outside I threw on some shoes and went out to take photos. As you can see by the fact that my house is in the background, I didn't get any further than my front yard before I found beautiful scenery.



My neighbors, Bob and Ruth, weren't home, but I wandered over to their yard to take more photos, including this leaf.



On one of the trees in their front yard I spotted this little bit of seemingly free-standing frost. We speculate it's actually built on part of a spider web.

Greg and Sharon came over to see if I wanted to go out to Dillon Nature Center and I couldn't resist sharing my discovery with them.



Dillon Nature Center was amazingly beautiful.



I love snow and it has extra meaning for me these days. We all went our separate ways and I think everyone found some great photos.







Finding color in the landscape was a challenge.









It was a day for being thankful to be alive.

Greg has written a post with beautiful photos from the hoar frost earlier this month, and explains how it happens.

Things and Emotional Baggage

I've been working on the house all day. It seems this is how I spend my weekends these days, but I have made some progress. I'm not sure how many weekends it will take, but far more than what I've given it thus far.

I took two more bags of stuff to donate today and have another one ready to go. I have too much in this house - specifically I have too many clothes. And many of them are things other people can get some use out of so I'm sending them out into the world so someone else can give them good homes.

Thankfully I'm getting able to move things around that I haven't been able to do for awhile. I moved a couple of dressers in the bedroom today. Admittedly, they were on rollers, and didn't have much in them, but I was able to move them. I'm now cleared to do anything like that, with the admonition to always be aware of how it feels to lift and not to hurt myself. I'm still being ultra careful with everything.

I'm looking forward to having my house reclaimed. I'm not sure how long it's going to take, but it's certainly going to be a process. Things are really out of control. I'm not the sort of housekeeper where things are always going to be spotless, but liveable is good. And it isn't even livable in some places right now.

Things - whatever they are, but particularly clothes - can really carry some emotional baggage. If we get fixated on a time or style it is important to consider why - what was happening at that point in our lives. What are we trying to hold onto? I've been asking myself that a lot recently and sending things off to go to new homes.

I was also surprised today to find things that I thought I had long ago gotten rid of that were from an earlier relationship. But, there it was, staring back at me, from a stash of things in my bedroom. Not only was it still around, but in the most personal room of the house. I immediately put it in a bag to be donated, and made it a point to get it dropped off as quickly as possible just to get it out of my life. I had to chuckle at how hard it seems to be to disengage yourself from some situations - you think you've done it and yet you haven't - and there's the proof. At least it had no emotion attached to it today, other than just to get it out of my life, and marvel that it was still around.

A Day Full of Perks

We awoke this morning to a beautiful snow that was still coming down. I think the final number was eight inches, but this morning it was just gorgeous. On snowy days I really miss having a window in my office. I do so love snow. And this was a beautiful snow.

Of course, that's a lovely perk in the day - to wake up to a beautiful snowy landscape, with big fluffly white flakes still coming down. But, I hadn't even left my house when I saw the next perk in my day. My sidewalk had been cleared.



I'm certain it was my next door neighbor, Bob. I heard his snowblower earlier this morning and it was so kind of him to clear more. In fact, he cleared the entire block. He is a fabulous neighbor. As we often joke, I won the "neighbor lottery" with Bob and Ruth. Such nice folks in general and then they're extra generous with things like this.

When I got home from work the walk up to my house and the steps had been cleared. I'm guessing Sharon did that. She's so very kind to do that. Shoveling snow is not a possibility for me for some time to come. Yet another perk in the day.

But that wasn't all the perks in the day.

I went to the doctor today for some antibiotics for this little cold I picked up somewhere, despite my obsessive handwashing and extensive germ-x use. When I checked in, the woman taking my information said, "I know who you are," and went on to talk about my cooking column in Kansas Country Living. It was so nice to meet Juna. She made my day much brighter. I love to have a chance to meet readers and visit with them. She also mentioned she loves my brownie recipe I put in the magazine a few months ago, which is one of my favorites. It was lovely to meet her.

When I left the doctor's office I went to get the prescription filled and did some shopping I needed to do for work while I was there. I bumped into Carlota and we had what can only be described as an enlightening conversation near the Honey Mustard Salad Dressing in Walmart. Part of our conversation was how much we both like the jobs we're in now. It was really nice to see her and I hope we can get together soon.

Otherwise in the day there was some good work news, some projects moving along, a nice conversation with someone at NASA, and the day wrapped up with a visit from Deb, who I met during the blogger tour last year. She was in Hutchinson with her parents and they visited the museum today.

All in all a nice day with lots of pleasantries.

The Day

It's a winter wonderland here. I snapped this by opening the front door and pointing the camera outside. Needless to say, it's not my best photographic work, but I do love the snow when no one has left footprints in it yet.

As of tonight, I've given in to the fact that I'm sick. I have had a sniffy nose since Monday night, but haven't felt bad at all. So I thought it was just allergies. But, late this afternoon I started feeling pretty rough. I came home and slept four hours - so of course I'm up now. I feel a bit better, but this congestion has moved into my chest so I'll be seeing my doctor tomorrow for some good, old-fashioned western medicine of drugs.

I was in Wichita today to work a conference. It was supposed to go until 2, but everyone started packing up about noon because of the impending weather and the fact that there was no traffic from the attendees. So, I got back to the office and did a few things and a little before 4 I came home. Considering we left before 6:30 I'd already had a full day of work and I was feeling rough.

I just HATE to be sick. People tease me about my obsessive handwashing and my use of purell/germx/etc., but it's all about preventing being sick. I took the H1N1 flu shot on Monday and this started Monday night. But, I took the shot, which has no live virus in it, so this is just a coincidence. Regardless, hopefully tomorrow the doctor will give me some drugs that will have me feeling better very quickly.

This is not how I wanted to spend this day. It was a year ago tonight I found out that the tumor I'd had removed the day before was benign. I like to mark time and I had hoped to do something fun tonight to commemorate the anniversary. Instead, the time came and went while I was asleep. So, it wasn't meant to be obviously. Oh well, this little cold is a much better kind of sick than being in the hospital. So, I'll just deal with it. Hopefully I'll feel good enough to have some fun this weekend.

Of course, lately "fun" has been working on my house. It is really out of control. I'm not a very good housekeeper to begin with, but not being able to do much for such a long time has left things in a desperate mess. So, I'm trying to reclaim it a little bit at a time.

I've also been getting geared up to work more on the novel. I didn't touch it all last year. I have started rereading it, to pinpoint the changes I need to make. There are some loose ends I need to tie up and some rewriting that needs to be done. Lots to juggle.

Creative Sisterhood

Last night was Creative Sisterhood and it was a nice evening. For the first time in awhile we were all here and it felt great to have the whole group gathered around.

I'm so thankful for these women and this space in which to be open-hearted. Continually I'm reminded of how rare it is to be really heard, to have people really listen to you, and interact with you with pure spirit. I am so fortunate to have these women in my world.

In January we generally celebrate birthdays since three of the five have January birthdays, with the others of us in December and November. I gave each of them one of the handpainted notebooks I had made. I love to give something personal, that I've made, when it's appropriate. And I encouraged them to use them, not to save them.

There's a propensity of humans to "save" things and what generally happens is that while it's being saved it becomes useless. Paper yellows, seams come apart and all the while this thing could be being used.

Notebooks are made to be written in and I hope each of them will do that. Writing is such an integral part of my life, and I find it so beneficial, I want to encourage others to do it whenever possible.

Charmed Life

A year ago today I was going into surgery. It started at 7:52 a.m. so I was probably in the operating room at this time, and they were talking to me. It would be almost 36 hours later that I would find out for certain the tumor was benign. Today I'm healthy, with a job I like, and knowing I'm blessed to have people in my life I can count on. As I said shortly after surgery a year ago today, I lead a "charmed life."

Quote of the Day

It is the mark of an educated mind
to be able to entertain a thought
without accepting it.

------Aristotle

Oh that we lived in more educated times, where this could be put into practice, where we would not just blindly accept what we see/hear without examining it first.

But it's still good...

This is one of the tshirts I keep in my studio to slip on when I want to paint. Because I'm messy. Very messy. As you can see.

But I have spent a large part of the weekend going through things, cleaning out in the studio and other parts of the house. I have a big stack for Goodwill and have some other bags for the trash.

As of this morning I'm saying goodbye to this - and I'm putting in the trash, not taking it to Goodwill for them to have to throw away. Part of me is screaming, "but, it's still good..." Well, in the most technical of senses, that it is still held together as a garment, I suppose that's correct. But, it's crusted with paint to the point that it's no longer soft and it has holes in it. I think it has served me well and can go on to its great reward, whatever that is for tshirts.

But it's a symbol of my attitude toward things - if it's still good, why would you get rid of it? I finally learned that sometimes you get rid of something because you're not using it and someone else can. That's a very good reason and the only one that has kept my house from being one with only paths.

One of my difficulties is always clothes. They seem to be everywhere and yet I never feel like I have anything I want to wear. I do not keep things I don't wear regularly, other than seasonal or costume things that have limited use but that I want available. I'm pretty good at passing on things someone else can use. But there's a part of me that always wants to hold on. Maybe it's from when I was young and it was very difficult to find clothes to fit me. Whatever the reason, it's always a mental task to make the decision.

However, I made a lot of progress this weekend in clearing things out. I'm not anywhere near done, and my house looks worse now than when I started, but there is progress. I'm realizing just how little I've done for a year now. Let me tell you, things really pile up in that amount of time. I spent a third of the last year unable to lift more than a few pounds, with the majority of that time being unable to go up and down my steps, so things got very out of control. It feels good to be able to make my usual multiple daily trips up and down the stairs now. I'm still not graceful at it, but at least I can do it.

I'm feeling better all the time, and in less pain all the time, unless I do something to hurt myself. I was in a lot of pain last week after the coffee at work, when I moved a lot of things around. I didn't move anything that was above my limits but I think my poor muscles are just protesting after not doing much lifting for the past couple of months, which is to be expected. But, overall, things are getting better. I must be healing well. By the way, I hear healing is an inflammatory process.

Well, I need to get ready for work. I went to bed early last night so of course I woke up extra early. I tried to go back to sleep but finally just got up and starting doing things around the house - one of which was to let go of this poor tshirt... even though it is kind of pretty with the paint splatters... and it's still good...

Diamond W Wranglers at Pretty Prairie Civic Theatre

The Diamond W Wranglers played the Pretty Prairie Civic Theatre tonight and I was thrilled to get to see them again. It's always a treat to hear them - they produce this incredible sound together.

Stu Stewart (left) does most of the lead vocals, and Jim Farrell (right) does harmony. Jim also writes a lot of the music, including a couple of my favorites that they do.



The newest member of the group is Chip Worthington on bass.



Stu and Jim have played together a long time and have it down to a science.



Steve Crawford plays drums and is known as the "Rhythmic Cowboy."



It was a great evening of music.

















If you get a chance to see the Diamond W Wranglers, take advantage of it - they're really wonderful. It's very hard for me to sit still for an extended period of time, but I have never, ever, wanted one of their shows to be over. I always want them to keep playing and singing.

They had a nearly sold out crowd tonight. I'm glad I was part of it.

Make plans to see them Friday night, Jan. 29, at Cowtown, as they celebrate Kansas Day with music, a chuckwagon supper and a special presentation by the one and only Marci Penner of the Kansas Sampler Foundation. Trust me, it will be a great way to spend a Friday night.

Peanut Butter Fudge

I've made peanut butter fudge a couple of times lately. Last night I whipped some up while I was cooking dinner so I could take it to my mechanics this morning. They checked my car over yesterday while I was in Wichita. I didn't exactly get the news I was hoping for, but the truth is good. Anyway, I wanted to thank them for taking such good care of me.

Every once in awhile I just drop in with goodies of one sort or another, but I haven't ever taken them peanut butter fudge before. I hope it was enjoyed. Here's the recipe. It's very easy and practically no-fail.

Peanut Butter Fudge

1/2 cup butter
2 1/4 cups brown sugar
1/2 cup milk
3/4 cup smooth peanut butter
3 1/2 cups confectioners' sugar

Melt butter in saucepan over medium heat, then stir in brown sugar and milk. Bring to a roiling boil, and let it boil for two minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat and add peanut butter and mix well. The peanut butter will melt into the hot liquid. Pour over powdered sugar and beat until smooth. Pat into an 8 by 8 pan and let cool. Then cut into squares and enjoy.