Stealing Pens

My credit union has these pens in the tube everytime you go through the drive thru. They're so good about it that if you absentmindedly keep the one you use to sign checks when making a deposit, when you send the tube in, and your receipt comes back, there will be another pen in it.

I suspect they are encouraging us to take them and use them and spread their name! It seems I willingly oblige. And I'm not the only one.

Tonight at dinner, I noticed the pen left with the receipt for signature was a Hutchinson Credit Union one. I am curious how many of them they go through in a week, month or year. Obviously, I have absconded with quite a few myself. And, I confess, these are not all of their pens I possess.

The bonus of the whole thing - they're really good pens. Rarely do I use pens that write with black ink, but I do think of these as my "work horse" pens that are tucked into the laptop case, the car, etc. I've had accounts there for so long - and been taking their pens - that I have different styles. There's something disturbing about that but I can't put my finger on it and I'm not going to try too hard.

Thank you, Hutchinson Credit Union. If you really didn't mean for me to take them with me, you need to tell me. And I'll try to stop. Really, I'll try.
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Observer

On the auspicious day of 11-11-11 just past, I was listening to a talk show segment about numerology. It's not a new concept to me, but I've never looked at it to any large degree. She explained how to find your life path number and then she listed the basic personality characteristics of each.

Although I had done this before some years ago I didn't remember. My life path number is 7. I'm an observer. This fits me, but so do other categories. Isn't that always the way with these sorts of things.

But I've been thinking about it in the back of my mind since I saw that segment. Today I was having lunch with Trish and our conversation reminded me of a comment I'd heard in an interview with writer, Russell Banks.

He was talking about being a writer and said, "You have to stand on the borders, on the outside looking in. There's no other way around it. You move through but don't belong to any class. You can't belong to any class - you're outside all classes - alienated."

These two concepts are definitely connected to me. It seems Banks summed up the idea of being an observer. Because, of course, you can't observe objectively and also be involved. You have to maintain a distance in order to a true observer.

Much more to think about here...
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Chaos

"All of art is organizing your chaos."
                                                --- Jonathan Carroll

I heard writer Jonathan Carroll say this in an interview. It's so simple and yet so true.

Creative sorts are filled with angst and chaos, both of which feed on each other. I realize that's a cliche, but that's because it's true. That raw energy is the basic building block of creativity. When you apply some structure to it, you get something other people can relate to. Art.

The trick is being someone who can mold the raw energy into something meaningful. It's so easy to remain in chaos and get nothing accomplished. It's so easy to impose too much organization and get something boring.

Walking the line can wear a person out.

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Quote of the Day

A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company.
--- Charles Evans Hughes

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A Jewel Just Sitting There Waiting For Me...

So, there it was... On one of my regular rounds of the various thrift stores I spotted it... Just sitting there... unassuming... surrounded by detrius of various decorating schemes gone awry... It had been waiting for me...

Without hesitation I scooped it up. It was only $1.49. It needed to come home with me.

Why?

Well, that is one of the eternal questions, isn't it?

Because it looks cool, of course.

Do I really need to cover my tissues? No.

Truth be told, I really don't even really use tissues. But, once I owned this beauty I had to go buy some. The ones in those smaller boxes, that are more expensive than the larger boxes, so they would fit. It was after I owned six boxes of them (all packaged together) that I realized you apparently take them out of the box to put in the tissue holder. So, I could have just bought one larger box and taken half of them out. Lesson learned. Although, the six boxes I already own may last me another decade or so.

Pity I didn't know how they went into the tissue holder.

Why did I not know?

Because I wasn't alive when this little jewel was in popular usage.

The bigger question might be why I'm continually attracted to things that were popular in the 30s, 40s and 50s, when I wasn't even on the planet.

I don't have an answer for that, but I know this is cool. Enough said.

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What Matters

I've been thinking a lot lately about what's really important to me, how I want my days to be, what I want my life to look like.

Some things that are really important to me may not be obvious. High on my list is the house I live in. I like older homes, with lots of space, great woodwork and hardwood floors, but with all the modern conveniences. I have a good deal of that now, but not all of it.

Travel is a huge deal to me. I've been confined the last couple of years and that is something to be avoided in the future. I am just not myself if I have to stay in one place for too long.

That may seem counter intuitive considering that my house is so important to me. But, it's a different thing. Home is where you come to process, to gather your thoughts, to create, to just "be." Then I need to go into the world to gather new thoughts, new experiences with new people and events.

What matters? Who matters? Those seem important questions to answer in order to determine how your life should look.
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Tea in St. John Kansas

Sunday Jan and I went to tea in St. John, Kansas. I've been to this tea a few times before. They tell me this may be the last year because they're having trouble getting people to volunteer to make it happen. Things like this that depend on a large volunteer base to not only create the event, but cook the food, are suffering. I think it's all part of us forgetting how to cook.

I'm glad I got to go. It was a Christmas theme this year and we were at a table with a feather tree from Germany, which was nice.







There were carolers, including the lady who seems to be one of the main organizers. She's in the feathered hat in this photo.



The food was a little short on savories, as usual. But, it was beautifully displayed. I cannot imagine making all those gingerbread boys!







There were also displays of nativity scenes and hat pins.

I love going to tea, particularly these kind of community events. I'm always on the lookout for others around the state but they seem to be few and far between.

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The Ephemeral

These little snippets of life seem to accumulate in my world. It's always difficult for me to toss out something like this because it instantly takes me back to a time and place. Even if it's not a particularly memorable moment, I may save something. I occasionally even save a cash register receipt from a grocery visit, just because it's a moment manifested, and I think it will be interesting to run across a few years from now.

I've thought a lot about why I'm attracted to keeping these things and I think it's because they are physical reminders of the passage of the ever ephemeral time. I always battle the idea that time is passing without me making as much of it as I had hoped to. Did that moment just past really live up to its potential?

Time has a way of slipping past without notice. We have routines. We do the same things at the same times with the same people in the same places. This may be absolutely wonderful. If we are living a life that resonates with us, it can be wonderful to be doing that. If we're living a life with a lot of variety, or if we have difficulty keeping memories, we may need the reminders. If we're living a life where the hours are filled with things we don't enjoy we may lament the waste of our time.

There's also the appeal of life being a big collage and these are just bits we can add to the tapestry of it. I know I keep all kinds of things only because they give me a sense of leaving a trail behind me that tells a story. Maybe it's not a story I will tell, but the things left behind have their own story.

It's curious that the word for bits of paper like this is "emphemera" - and they are real reminders of time that is so ephemeral. I suppose I'm not the first person to think of this.
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Writing Advice from Author Lisa Dale Norton

A year or so ago, I attended a workshop with author and teacher, Lisa Dale Norton. Here's the memoir I wrote.

This Thursday, Lisa is doing a free author chat where she'll talk live with people about writing and memoir. If you've ever thought about writing a book, this is a great opportunity to get advice from someone who has two books out from St. Martin's Press.

Lisa is a great teacher, and gives wonderful advice. Here are the details:

DATE: NOV. 10th, 2011
TIME: 5:00PM Pacific / 8:00PM Eastern

How to join:
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- use the guest tab (not registered users tab)
- enter your name in the guest field
- click enter button to join

http://t.wbx.me/gb45q

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The Church Bazaar, Earthquakes and More

It all started on Friday night with a Facebook message from the woman who grows herbs and other lovely things. She knew I would want to know. She knew I would want these things, just as much as I want things like red ruffled basil. She regularly saw my Facebook photos of pretty, sparkly, vintage things acquired here and there. So when she saw tables laden with these pretties at the church bazaar, she was kind enough to let me know. First was a Facebook message, and she told me had even taken photos for me. Immediately I sent her my phone number and then the text arrived, with a slideshow attached of three photographs of things magpies - and I - would love.

But, as is so often the case in any story, there was an obstacle to overcome.

The beautiful sparklies were a 35 minute drive away, and the sale would start at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning. A Saturday I had slated for sleeping in and then cleaning for the arrival of my friend, Wayne, in the afternoon. But, while I considered this dilemma of needing to be in more than one place at a time, I knew Saturday would find me headed east toward the beautiful things.

And so it was.

I was the only one there at 8 a.m. and immediately found the table of pins from the previous night's photograph. I began scooping up handfuls of beautiful things. They were only a nickel or a quarter or maybe a little more because they weren't perfect. Missing stones here and there and bent or broken pin backs made others think they were not worthy of love anymore. But, I have love to give them.

A brief break was required to go and procure more cash to add more pretties to my collection. I returned home with my new treasures and tidied up a bit before Wayne arrived. When I showed him my new things he thought his daughter would love some of them. So, we turned around and went back so he could get some things for her. Of course, I found a couple more things.

Some will find their way into artwork. Some will find their way into ornaments. Some will find their way into the world again, adorning my clothes.

Wayne and I spent the afternoon and evening together, visiting and talking and laughing. Late Saturday we were sitting in the living room, cozy in our jammies, listening to the wind gusts, when the house seemed to move from side to side. Literally, move from side to side. It happened just as a huge gust of wind hit. We thought it must have been a train who's whistle was obscured by the wind. The mirror on the living room wall shook. It continued for about a minute. Only later did I learn we were feeling the earthquake that hit Oklahoma.

Growing up near the New Madrid fault line, I've been in many earthquakes, but this one was very different. It was almost like it was in slow motion, for lack of a better term. But it really did feel like the house shifted east-west. It was odd.

It was wonderful to be with Wayne. There was pie at Carriage Crossing last night, and warmed cinnamon rolls with hot tea this morning, and much discussion about topics large and small. Greg joined us for pie last night and at this morning's flea market.

Oh... did I not mention the flea market and the tea on Sunday? Well, it was a full weekend... more details to follow...

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First Friday - A New Event in Hutchinson

Tonight was the first of open mic nights at Hasting's Hard Back Cafe. It was a really nice event. I popped in for just a little bit but I'm excited we have a "First Friday" event to look forward to each month. This, combined with the art walk downtown on Third Thursday, makes Hutchinson quite the active arts community.

One of the things I love about these events is running into people I know and getting to say hello and visit a bit. Tonight there were people playing I've not seen perform around town before. Very cool.

It was the first time I had ever gotten anything at the cafe. It just hasn't been a place I've thought about going. This put it on my radar.

There were probably 60-70 people there I would guess. It was a very good crowd for a first time out. So happy to see the art scene growing even more. For a town of about 40,000 we have a really active arts community and I love that.

This morning I taught blogging class and it was a great group. I really enjoyed the ladies who were there. I was a bit distracted because my car was parked out front with the driver's side window rolled down. Why, you might ask?

Because when I rolled the window down to get the frost off this morning it wouldn't roll back up. I called my mechanic and he told me to bring it down in the afternoon and he pulled the switch and figured out it was just the lever broken. He flipped it around so a good one is on the driver side and the broken one is on a back window I had disconnected a few years ago because it had a short in it. So, now the broken lever is on the broken window - a perfect solution. For $11.81. I was glad to get that taken care of. And felt really fortunate. This is a prime example of why you need a relationship with a mechanic. I see some baked goods in their near future.

Yesterday after the Dillon Lecture with Cokie Roberts I ran into Sondra, who I haven't seen in ages. She has been on my mind for the last couple of weeks and I've been thinking about calling her but just hadn't. Then, after the luncheon, I looked up and there she was. It was a nice surprise.

The people in our worlds are really important. I'm so thankful for family and friends.

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Cokie Roberts at Dillon Lecture Series

Author and journalist, Cokie Roberts, spoke at the Dillon Lecture Series today. She talked about various things and I just want to share a couple of quotes that illustrate the gist of her talk.

She said people are continually asking her if today's partisanship is the worst it has ever been and she assured us it is not. The 1850s, when politicians were killing each other in duels, was far more contentious. She said one of the calmest times was the 1950s, and said she has, "Come to believe that time was aberrant." She attributed it to the post-war mentality.

But for today, the answer is straightforward. "In the end, change has got to come from us. Voters have to punish politicians for being partisan," she said.

She explained how redistricting has really increased partisanship. She mentioned speaking with President Bush about it at length. Computers make it even easier to sort voters now and that has affected redistricting even more. But she said, "I am essentially a pollyanna about these things... they go in cycles."

At the luncheon she talked about how the poverty rate now is the highest it has ever been in history. She said people need to realize that cuts for deficit reduction are, "not just waste, fraud and abuse - real people get hurt." She said when we talk about balance we need to remember cuts are real. Priorities matter.

She also spoke about education and how it was the one thing that really gave people a chance in this country. She said, "We no longer have an economy where you can work on a manufacturing company line and have a good middle class lifestyle... The only way you can do that is with an education."


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Snow

Tonight we had our first snow of the season. It lasted about an hour and was big, puffy flakes. They were showing up at streaks because of the intense wind. I took this photo through the glass of the front door, but you can see the streaks.

I love snow and it was beautiful to see some. However, it's the first cold and windy day we've had so it seems very cold outside, even though it's not that bad. But, I didn't want to go outside to take a photo nonetheless.

This week and the next couple of weeks I'm teaching quite a few classes at the library. They're all technology related. Today it was computing in the clouds. Tomorrow it's word. Friday it's blogging. It's always fun to watch people discover new, cool things.

I've been developing a new "Patsy Theory" about technology and personality types. When it's more fleshed out I'll be sure and share it here, but it's still taking shape.
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Dale Hankins to be featured in Hutchinson Magazine

Dale Hankins is a retired nuclear scientist who uses his engineering prowess to create an unparalleled Christmas scene of kids "Going to Grandma's House" by various methods. He builds all the automations and adds a new one each year.

I interviewed him in September for a story in the upcoming Hutchinson Magazine. He gave me a sneak peek of the figure he's working on for this year - Parachuting to Grandma's House.

If you want to take a look at previous years displays, check out the videos from my friend, Greg. He has long recognized Dale's genius!



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Happy Halloween

Greg created another fine Halloween display at my house this year. We didn't have a whole bunch of trick or treaters, which surprised me because the weather was perfect. But we really enjoyed the ones who came.

I love Halloween. Greg, Sharon and I had fun - even without tons of trick or treaters.

Happy Halloweeeeeeen!

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Redemption

We are all seeking redemption in some way or other.

Maybe we are trying to leave behind a past that includes some things we're not proud of. Maybe we're seeking forgiveness. Maybe we lament that while we have that from others we can't extend it to ourselves. Whatever the case, we inherently understand there is power in redemption, and we're trying to find our way to it.

But sometimes, when we least expect it, redemption finds us. There we are on an idle weekday morning when it arrives by way of a kind word, a flash of understanding, or witnessing the best in our fellow humans.

Wherever, whenever and however redemption comes calling, it's always a welcome guest.

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We All Want to Matter

Each of us wants to matter. We want to be recognized for our contributions, our thoughts or our work. We want to know we would be missed if we weren't around. When people talk about leaving a legacy, what they are saying is they want to matter even beyond their lifetime.

One way to matter, is to take the opportunities that present themselves to make others feel they matter. I'm reminded of that old quote about how people may not remember what you said, but they'll remember how you made them feel. I think that's definitely true.

It's also a good exercise to consider how we matter, and if we don't think we do, how we might live differently so we can. I think everyone just wants to feel recognized and heard - to know they matter.

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Trust Your Instincts

I've always had issues with trust. The reasons are myriad, and not worth spending my energy typing about. At some point along life's path I realized I had to come up with some way I could manage my trust issues and still function - in the world, in relationships, with friends, in any circumstance imaginable.

So, I developed a system that works for me. The bare bones description of it is that I give everyone 1000%  complete and total trust. But the first time it's abused, it's gone. There is no going back. Well, not that I can imagine, anyway. Maybe at some point there will be a situation where that happens.

In the last two or three years there have been some situations where I had a little big of niggling doubt about someone. But, I didn't end the relationship because there was very little risk to me, my heart, my life, etc. if the person proved untrustworthy. So, I let it ride because they had not demonstrated I had a reason to not trust them. It was just a feeling that they were trying to use me.

Now I know my instincts were right. No serious harm was done to me or my life, except that I'm left with the knowledge I was used. And used for something I consider really petty. But, obviously, it wasn't petty for them.

So, I'm letting that go. I don't believe in carrying grudges, but I believe in accepting knowledge. I now know this person can't be trusted. I wish them well on life's journey and thank them for the lesson.

I should trust my instincts. 

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Three Things Every Day

Everyone has a routine. We may not think of it that way, but we do.

Mine changes regularly, it seems. But I realized a few years ago that there are three things I do every single day:
pray
meditate
write

I'm blessed to be a pretty happy person. Interestingly enough, those things are all contributors to happiness. I came to them without that knowledge, but they do have impact. It seems it was instinctual for me. I suppose that makes me doubly blessed.

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The Healing Power of Home

Home is the place we go to reset our compass, to find our way, to regroup. It may be where we live, or where we used to live, or even the open road. Regardless, there is some place - or if we're lucky, more than one place - that we call home.

Whenever I think of home, I remember the spiritual that says, "Softly and tenderly, Jesus is calling, come home, come home, come home." Despite the multiple meanings of that metaphor, I love that idea of being called home. I'm just thinking of "home" in a more literal sense.

"People who fail, 
falter, or are wounded, 
come home."
        ---Marilynne Robinson

We all feel the call of home.

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Toy Depot Story for Hutchinson Magazine

A few weeks ago I went and interviewed Mark Buckley, the owner of the Toy Depot, a new store in Hutchinson. It was for a story in Hutchinson Magazine's upcoming issue.

The store is so incredibly cool, with floor to ceiling shelves filled with "vintage" toys. I put vintage in quotes because everyone's definition of that varies. Suffice it to say that whatever you remember from your childhood, you can find it there.

It was so cool in there I couldn't resist taking some photos and put together this little slide show of some of the photos and a quote from Mark. He loves trains and there's a whole room of them there.

When the magazine is published, I'll add a link to it here. The professional photos from Deborah Walker in the magazine will be much better than my little snapshots. But hopefully this gives you a flavor of it.

It was a very fun story. And the store is well worth a visit.

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Spirit Day

A few days ago I participated in Spirit Day. It's a day set aside to encourage people to prevent bullying, particularly of GLBT youth. That's Gay, Lesbian, Bi-sexual, and Trans-gendered, in case you're not familiar with the terminology.

I know from my days working in the mental health field that GLBT youth have a suicide rate six times that of other kids their age.That's something it seems we should take note of.

Having been the victim of unkind words and deeds in school - what we now call "bullying" - I know the pain of it. And yet, although I'm not proud of it, I have inflicted pain on others at times. It seems we are driven to find a pecking order. Those who are often at the bottom of it grasp at any opportunity to be just one rung up the ladder. I'm sorry to say I've been that person. Pitiful, really, but true.

I never witnessed - or participated - in this particular brand of harassment. However, everyone I know who's gay has felt it at one time or another. I will defer to their experience. I can certainly tell you fat people are scorned - even as adults, much less as kids.

Why anyone would care who someone else is having sex with is beyond me. Unless I'm having sex with you, as long as you're engaged in consensual acts between adults, it isn't any of my business. People seem threatened by these things, which is difficult for me to wrap my mind around. Just because that girl likes other girls, I can still like boys. No one is going to force me to like girls instead of boys. There is no threat.

Spirit Day is one opportunity to be visible in the community - to be a voice - to be a person - saying, "Hey, do better than I did. Please. Please, do better." Lets make a world where no one has to be on the bottom rung of the ladder.

One version of utopia.

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Happiness and a Support System

All changes, 
even the most longed for, 
have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us 
is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life 
before we can enter another.
                         ~Anatole France

I've always had an attraction to those stories where someone is traveling through a town they've never been in before, sees an old house and buys it on a whim, and builds a new life. Of course, fiction is so much easier to manage than real life. In fiction you never need someone to drop you off at the mechanic's. In real life, we need other human beings to help us.

In fact, having a support system in our daily lives is one essential ingredient of happiness.

Greg's Birthday

Last weekend was Greg's birthday. His mom and I made him a carrot cake, his requested birthday cake. I've been remiss in sharing a photo.

Greg is such a wonderful guy. I'm so thankful to call him my friend.

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Hankies

I feel a new collection coming on...

I've always loved pretty old hankies. The other day I was at one of my favorite thrift stores and they had a big pile. Cheap. Some of them had to come home with me. HAD to.

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Zombie Walk

Tonight's Third Thursday art walk including zombies. How can you not love that?

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Old Fashioned Calendar

A few years ago I was never without my day planner. I loved that brown zippered book that held my calendar, notes to myself, and bits of my life that didn't have another home. It went everywhere with me.

Its front pocket held a calculator, its A-Z dividers organized my address book, and its back pages had slots for business cards. People who became central in my life eventually got their card taped down into regular address pages.

And there was the calendar. The calendar where I wrote appointments, birthdays and notes. It became something of an art project. I referred to the pages for years afterwards to determine when something happened. I marked out vacations, appointments, lunches with friends, conferences, and hundreds of other things. 

I joking referred to my beloved day planner as "my second brain." Now it sits on a shelf, untouched for months - maybe years - but still close at hand. My phone has taken over its function and offers a handy option for backing up to "the cloud" to I no longer need to flip through the pages zipped into that brown book.

You know I love technology, and I don't want to do without it, but I confess I do miss the beauty of a well-used and loved calendar page. Tidy typed notes just aren't the same as multi-colored scribbles, complete with doodles. I suppose this is progress.

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Happy Halloween in Pierce City Missouri

Driving through Pierce City Missouri this weekend, we spotted this wonderful old building with the black cat eyes staring out at us. It was very striking. We drove around the block to get a photo.

The Halloween season is here!

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Conscious Listening

Julian Treasure of the famous TED Talks, is a big proponent of Conscious Listening. He has some interesting things to say in a series of talks. This is just one of them.

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I have always known I have a pen addiction. Recently I've been organizing things. This is just one of the many containers of pens I have. I like colors, as you might be able to tell.

Some might say it's a problem.

I say it's fun.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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