Joplin and Mechanical Woes

We're in Joplin for a few extra hours. Greg and I were loading the car and were putting in - literally - the last two items. He unlocked the trunk with his key so I could put them in, and the key got stuck in the open position. So, the trunk will not close.

We putzed with it for quite a while and finally decided to just give it up and stop messing with it. There was tons of rain between Joplin and Hutch so we couldn't tie it shut enough to keep the water out for a five hour trip back. So, we unpacked the computers and settled back in for a few more hours.

I'm in the market for a Joplin mechanic in the morning. My guess is this is a very simple thing to fix, but we don't have the knowledge or tools to do it.

Unfortunately, I had a really busy Monday on tap, most of which required me to be there in person. So, I'll just do the best I can do with things remotely - already have done some tonight - and have to cram a bunch more into Tuesday than I had wanted. But, so it goes... Not much I can do about the whims of mechanical devices. This is not a problem I've ever seen before so just gotta roll with it.

Jolly Mill near Granby Missouri

This afternoon Greg, his girlfriend Mia, his Mom and I went to Jolly Mill near Granby, Missouri. There's an old mill there, as well as this waterfall, and some cool walkways and bridges.



I was quite taken with the greenery on the side of the old mill.

Of course, you knew I couldn't be in nature for any amount of time without seeing...



I swear, the things look for me. Greg jokes that they're slithering around saying "paaatsssssssy" and I think he's right. We heard a kid say, "Look, there's a snake!" Miss Joy was ahead of me and saw it in the water first. I walked the few feet over to where she was and - I'm not joking - it turned and started swimming toward me. She said later she thought it was going to come out of the water and she was getting ready to retreat. Why oh why do they like me so much? I can't stand them. I just want to coexist peacefully, hopefully unaware of each other's existence. But, alas, that is not to be.

They scare me and I can't help it. And, the fact that one of them bit my ankle a few years ago did nothing to improve our relationship.



This is a neat area with some nice walkway bridges over the water in various places, as well as this old iron bridge that I'm guessing was used for cars at one time.



There were lots of families out with lots of fishing going on. I don't get the fishing thing, but I think it's just great for others to do it. Obviously, I could never do it even if I wanted to, because the snakes would be circling around me all the time.



Miss Joy and Mia saw another snake by the mill. I had been over there and wandered away. No doubt it was just trying to figure out where I had gone and find a way to get to me.



And... my own self portrait...



Yeah, I thought it was funny too...

Much, much funnier than snakes swimming toward me.

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Quote of the day

Work while you have the light. You are responsible for the talent that has been entrusted to you.  
                                          Henri-Frederic Amiel

I find this quote to be a lovely turn of phrase, and thought provoking at the same time. "Work while you have the light." Isn't that a beautiful, literal and figurative, phrase?

The second part of this is more of an admonishment, or perhaps a reminder, that we must use the talents we are given. It gives credence to the idea that we must make the most of them, too.

I would go one step further and say that it instructs us to be doing what we, individually, were meant to be doing. Otherwise, we are not acting responsibly toward our talents. So, to be in a profession that doesn't make your heart sing is not treating your talent as it deserves to be treated.

So much to think about.

Canopy Beds and Other Mysteries of Life

I've always had a love of things substantial. I like my beds with canopies, my fireplaces marble, and my garden urns iron. I, however, have none of these things.

I was in a home today that had all of these things, and it caused me to wonder why I am drawn to them. They're attractive, of course, but so are dozens of other things that I don't give more than a passing glance to. So, why am I drawn to the particular things that hold my fancy?

I never feel as at home anywhere as I do in a Victorian-era home. It feels natural to me. I feel settled. I look around and find something pleasing to the eye everywhere I glance. I have the sense of people about to knock on the door and I'm eager to sit and visit with them over tea. Why is that what feels comfortable to me?

As I was looking at this bed today, which was curtained on all four sides, and could have had a canopy on it, I realized that I've been wanting a canopy bed since before I knew how to say the word. I was very young when I read about a canopy bed and started asking for a "ca-noopy" bed. (Rhymes with Snoopy, in case you're wondering.)

I've known the proper pronunciation of the word for a few decades, and yet I do not have a canopy bed. In fact, I have never even slept in one. Is that pathetic? Yes, it is. Surely I could have located a B and B somewhere that had one I could stay in. But I haven't. A few times it has been a possibility but I could never convince myself to spend the extra money for the room with the canopy bed. It seems silly, and yet the longing remains.

Why do we deny ourselves like this? This seems such a simple desire to fulfill and yet I've failed to do so. It may be that I wouldn't really like sleeping in one. I have an unnatural fear of something "falling on my head" so a whole bunch of wood and fabric above me might give me reason to pause. But, it still seems like a good idea. I still want one. I still love they way they look. I have very high ceilings in my house - perfect for accomodating a canopy bed.

There are two interesting questions here about the things that attract us and the things we allow ourselves to have. We humans are infinitely interesting creatures. I wish I understood us. Or even me.

But I guess for tonight I will lay my body down in a regular bed and dream of ca-noopies overhead.

What is the World Coming to?

Does it mean you're getting old when you start thinking things like, "What is the world coming to?"

If so, I fear I may be getting old.

It seems impossible, but the last few weeks I've heard that refrain in my head more than once. What IS the world coming to? All you have to do is watch the news for twelve minutes and it's all you can think of.

North Korea has nuclear power, GM stock got down to $1.09, Donald Trump is fretting over a beauty queen's crown, a doctor was killed to protest killing, and being a museum guard is suddenly a deadly job.

What is the world coming to?

Being Heard

We all have a tremendous need to be heard - to feel like people are listening to what we are saying and taking it into account. Why is that so difficult? At times it seems impossible to explain myself in a way that others understand. And I'm sure others would say I seem incapable of understanding what they're saying. Why is being heard, truly heard, so difficult?

I Have a New Job

I have a new job.

I will be the Public Relations and Events Coordinator at the Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center.

This is a world-class, Smithsonian-affiliated museum and I'm excited about the new job. When you work in any new field you learn new things at an amazing rate and I love that. It's thrilling to drop into a new world and learn to navigate it.

I will be finishing things up for the MHA this month. This job has offered tremendous opportunities to be involved in people's lives in meaningful ways. How can you be anything but humbled when you have the chance to help save lives? And humbled I am. I'm also grateful to the people who've made it possible for the MHA to do that work. I want to say a public thank you to the board, volunteers and other organizations I've had the pleasure of working with the past seven years.

The national office at MHA America is one of the best run organizations I've ever seen. Everyone is dedicated to the work and inspired to do their best. I've been so fortunate to be involved in the mental health movement, but it's time for me to do something new and for the MHA locally to be run by someone who wants to do new and exciting things here.

So, that's my big news. I applied for the Cosmosphere job back in April, but it took awhile to go through the process. I'm excited about the job, the people and the new things I'll be learning. I've always wanted to work in a museum and I've always wanted to work in tourism, so I think this will be an extraordinarily good fit. I think we can do some cool things together.

Needless to say, I'll keep you posted.
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Food Coma Caravan

Some friends and I have been on what we call the "Food Coma Caravan." In the front are Greg and Kris. In the back, Sharon, me, Carl and Mark. It's sort of a "whoever can come" event. Mia, Todd and Tara couldn't come this time. And I'm still hoping to go on one with Wayne.

Carl is the organizer. In fact, on this trip I started referring to him as "The Carl," as in "All Hail The Carl," because he finds such cool stuff. He picks a series of locally owned restaurants in an area, finds us a cool locally owned motel/hotel/cabin and we travel in a dot-to-dot method, seeing the sights, punctuated with interesting meals.

We stayed at the Sky-Vue Lodge, which had cabins for rent. "Cabins" in this case means homes. They all came with a view. This was the view out the back door of our cabin this morning.



We've done places in Missouri, Kansas and now Arkansas. Carl has a real knack for planning. He finds cool spots all over the place. He and Kris had been to some of them before, and some of them were new to them, too. But, he finds some gems.

For example, this morning we had breakfast at the Oark General Store, Oark Arkansas - founded in 1890. After breakfast we went to a swinging bridge. Yesterday we visited Fort Smith, Arkansas. The day before we ate at Joe's Pizza and Pasta in Fort Smith, which you don't want to miss Last night we finished off the day with ice cream at the Dairy Dream in Mountainburg. At least that's what the sign on top of the building said. But, as you can see from the photo above, they also have burgers.

One of the highlights of this trip was something Carl couldn't plan. One night as we were coming back, Greg, Sharon and I saw a bear. A BEAR! In the wild. Just going about his business, doing bear things. He was along the roadway, and crossed over it in front of us, then back again. We saw him for probably thirty seconds at least. It was so incredibly cool. I've never seen a bear in the wild. Amazing!

I just adore seeing Carl and Kris - such a great couple - and I don't get to see them often enough. It's always fun to get a group together and see how the mix works. I so appreciate the work Carl does to make the FCC happen. He is the only person I will let plan travel on my behalf. The only one.

All Hail The Carl.

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Fireflies

I saw the first fireflies of the season tonight. Brought back lots of memories. How long has it been since you slept with a jar of fireflies beside your bed? It has been way too long for me. I intend to rectify that this summer.

Addie Lee Hunnicutt Lister at Devil's Den State Park

This morning I met Addie Lee Hunnicutt Lister, and my life is richer for it.

Addie Lee was another guest at the Sky-Vue Lodge in Winslow, Arkansas. This morning at breakfast there were two tables of guests. Everyone at one table left except her, so, I said, "Come join us." She came over, limping slightly, saying she had broken her pelvis a couple of years ago and was still using a walker when on rougher ground.

Kris and I started talking to her and learned that she spends every June in Winslow, volunteering at Devil's Den State Park, talking about when it was built as a CCC project. That is the Civilian Conservation Corp, which was the equivelant of the WPA for 18-21 year olds.



Addie Lee met her husband when he was working at Devil's Den Park as a young man. Devil's Den is known for the extraordinary rock work, which Addie Lee says was built on the strong backs of young men.



She and her husband had quite a life together, until he died in 2002. He eventually became a pharmacist and they had a son together.

Devil's Den State Park wanted to add a statue to commemorate the CCC, and Addie Lee and her son made the final necessary contribution to make it possible.



Addie Lee was asked to write the plaque that is below that statue.



In the visitor's center - our first stop after arriving in the park - we found Addie Lee is mentioned in the information there.



If you're lucky, and you come in June, you'll get the chance to visit with Addie Lee at the park. Or at Sky-Vue Lodge over a delcious breakfast. But, you might want to visit soon. Addie Lee says she will turn 92 on July 4 and she's just not sure she'll be able to come next year.



However, I gotta tell you, I'm betting on Addie Lee.
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Funerals

I attended the funeral service today of Greg's aunt, who was a nun. Gathered together were her family of blood and her family of choice, as well as many others who's lives she touched over the years she served in schools and hospitals.

She was 89, and her mind had started to slip in the last few years. I didn't know her well enough to say for certain but I'm guessing she was aware that was happening early on and it must have been terrifying. But of course that's the perspective of someone outside her belief system. Maybe with her faith she simply accepted it without question and with grace.

The beautiful St. Peters in Joplin was filled with people who remembered her from the many years she worked there. The breast care center at St. John's hospital where she served was named after her some years ago. There's a garden there dedicated to the memory of her mother.

She was the last of her generation, The last of a family of five brothers and two sisters.

I am so proud of Greg and how he conducted himself the last week and a half. When he got word she was nearing the end he took off to Omaha, where her order has a retirement facility. Greg was by her side for the days and nights, holding her hand and talking to her about anything pleasant, and assuring her of the love of her family, mentioning people by name. Greg was with her when she died.

It is an honor to attend the dying, but it is not easy. Some are more equipped to deal with such things than others. But it's not easy for anyone. Greg simply knew it was a gift to be able to be present for those you love in times of need.

Sister lived her life such that many gathered today to celebrate it. Who among us could expect the same?

Consuming Content and Creating Content

I remember reading a statistic once that an adult in 1900 was exposed to the same amount of information in their lifetime that is contained in one Sunday edition of the New York Times today. Can you imagine that? It seems impossible, and yet it's obvious we are all processing information at a tremendous pace.

Below is just a sampling of what has crossed my path today. One was from Twitter, one from Facebook and one from email. I didn't plan it that way, but realize that's the case.

Why NPR is doing better than other Mainstream Media outlets
Literal Video Version of Total Eclipse of the Heart (not work safe)
Executive of SPJ wrote blog post for his wife to put up after his death at 45

In addition to these things, today I learned a friend will have his documentary shown on PBS (congrats, Nathan!), Marci wrote about the grand reopening of the 1905 Weaver Hotel in Waterville, a town of 664, and another friend sent a note to not miss Steve Earle on Letterman tonight.

I love knowing these details about the world around me, but I confess I have a hard time keeping up with everything sometimes. I know I miss details. But, it's fascinating to be able to peek into other people's worlds.

There are podcasts, you tube and blogs to supplement the connections made on facebook, twitter and other sites. Everywhere I turn there is content coming at me - and much of it is very useful, interesting content. When I'm not consuming content I'm creating it. It's a cycle I'm not sure we can maintain forever. Unless we figure out how to put more hours in the day.

Maybe I should go google that. Or should I bing it instead? Are we saying that yet? I guess bing hasn't yet earned the right to be a verb. Let me rephrase... maybe I should go check bing.

By the way, thank you for reading along here and consuming the content on this blog. I'm continually flattered that you share my life and thoughts.
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Ch-ch-ch-changes...

I've made some changes to the blog layout. Overall they're minor, but hopefully give a cleaner look and address problems some people have had viewing it in Firefox.

Often I cannot see the problems people are having, so please let me know if something looks weird on your end.

It seems it has been a very long time since I first went to Wichita with Anthony and the folks at what was then Southwind gave me a thirty minute lesson on how to design webpages. We came back to Hutch and I was turned loose to make something. Amazingly enough, I got something online in just a few hours. Over the next few days I learned a lot of things about html.

That was back in the "dark ages" - 10 or 12 years ago maybe - before we had programs to do much of the work for us. Then you had to know or look up the code for any little trick you wanted to do. I learned the value of the word "tutorial" in searches. I used it liberally and still do when I'm learning some new thing.

Now I have dreamweaver and the world of options it offers. But, I often find it easier to experiment to get whatever effect I'm after. I always intend to teach myself more, but it's hard to find the time to do that when there are dozens of other things demanding attention.

I am thankful I know some basics. I would hate to be completely at the mercy of someone for every little bit of web design I wanted done. I have a couple of things I'd like to do with the blog that I have to figure out how to do. We'll see when I have time to get to that. I don't expect it to be anytime soon.

But, in the meantime, let me know if you experience any problems viewing it. Thanks.
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Planning

I've never thought of myself as a planner. If you plan everything out, you're not likely to go beyond the plans. And, generally, I think people don't dream big enough. So, a plan can hold you back.

That said, I am a list maker. I realize this is a sort of plan. It's a roadmap of the day/week/month and what needs to happen. I also like to have some idea of where I'm headed in the next day/week/month/year if there are things happening that require some lead time. And how many things don't require some lead time? So, in that sense I suppose I'm a planner. I just like to leave room for those happy surprises that come along.

I'm also an obsessive calendar person. If you tell me about something that's happening next February, I'm going to get it on the calendar so nothing gets scheduled over it. I have never understood how some folks never seem to have anything on their calendars. You'll be talking about getting together for something and you'll suggest a date and people will just say, "Okay, that's fine," without consulting a calendar. How do people do that? It just amazes me they can remember their schedule like that, and/or that they don't have anything on their calendar.

I've always got things on my calendar - from the downtown art walk to lectures to work-related events. How is it that others don't have to keep a schedule? How does that work? Inquiring minds want to know. It seems quite wonderful to be able to just let the wind take you where it will on any given day.

Today has been one of those days where my list/plan for the day was completely tossed out, destroyed, and overridden by noon. It was a good day - just not the day I had planned for.

It caused me to joke on twitter that planning is obviously a waste of my time. Then as I thought about that in the back of my mind this afternoon I started to consider if that's a joke or a universal truth I've stumbled upon. Maybe those folks who never have to look at their calendar have figured out something that has eluded me. I need to cozy up to one of them and learn their secrets.

Maybe I, too, can be one of those people without a single worry when someone suggests brunch on the 23rd. I can effortlessly say, "sure, that sounds perfect." Now, I just have to get someone to start suggesting brunch. I'll pencil that in on my to-do list.
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Thinking

I had my first salad out of the garden today. It was a small salad, but good, with some arugula, sorrel and salad burnet, combined with some feta cheese and pine nuts. I needed to do something grounding today so worked in the garden a little bit.

This has been a weird day for those of us who live near Wichita. Dr. George Tiller was shot and killed in his church this morning. He has been targeted by abortion opponents for years, and been a victim of attempted murder, but it's a shock nonetheless.

I found out about this shortly after Greg called to tell me his Aunt died this morning She was a nun in retirement in Omaha. I'm so very proud of Greg for heading to Omaha when she started fading. He was with her when she passed and I'm so glad he was there. I know he will be glad he went. It is an honor to attend the dying.

Tonight, there was a shooting in a small town north of here. Details are sketchy but it appears two people are dead in that incident.

All of this makes me think about how important it is to live fully every day. I'm guessing Dr. Tiller wasn't thinking it could be his last day on Earth when he was getting ready for church this morning. None of us ever know. In "The Geography of Bliss," someone gives the author the advice to contemplate his own death 10 minutes every day. I assume the idea is that you will then be aware of its possibility and live more fully.

I haven't been out of my house today other than to my backyard. It has just been a day when I didn't want to mix with other folks very much. I have to try to make sense of things on my own, I guess. So I've worked around the house and read and thought.

I'm working on making new dreams for myself, just as I suggested to a friend. It seems so easy, and yet there are so many layers to it. But it's definitely time for me to be doing that, too. So much to think about.
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Dr. George Tiller Shot and Killed in Wichita

Dr. George Tiller was shot and killed at his church this morning in Wichita. He was pronounced dead at the scene, according to news reports from KAKE. Dr. Tiller, who performed abortions, was a controversial figure in the abortion debate and had been a victim of attempts on his life before.

I will never understand why anyone with an "all life is precious" belief thinks murder is an appropriate way to demonstrate that.

When you whip people into a frenzy over any topic, some of them will go too far with it.  I don't think there has ever been a case of a person with a pro-choice mindset killing someone with a pro-life mindset because of their beliefs. What is happening in the pro-life movement that results in this dramatic reaction?

My sympathies to the family and friends of Dr. Tiller.
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Make New Dreams

"Make new dreams" is the advice I gave to a friend a few years ago, and repeated the other night, in response to a question she asked. It sounds so simple. It's three words. How complex can it be? Right?

Well, maybe...

Dreams are tricky. They often come true. And only then do you realize they're not all they're cracked up to be. Anyone who has fallen out of love can attest to that. It's a shock when we get something we've wanted and discover what we've been dreaming about doesn't hold up in reality.

So... what to do? Make new dreams.

I honestly can't think of any other option. Without a dream you just pass through the days without really experiencing them.

I'm busy making new dreams, myself, lately. They're just taking shape now, but I'll keep you posted as they develop.
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Appreciating Disappearing Scenes

I took a long drive yesterday. I was out and about anyway and I just needed some time to think. There's something magic about the steering wheel. It seems to engage different parts of the brain and I can think things through as the miles pass.

Yesterday I was thinking about things that are disappearing from our world. One of those is cattle grazing in a field. It's becoming rare. They're almost always crammed into a feed lot where a particular diet can quickly fatten them up for slaughter.

I'm not sure when that change happened, exactly. I just became aware that it had - past tense. It makes me wonder what I'll be longing to see again five years from now that is commonplace today. I hope I'm appreciating whatever it is.

I guess that's always the trick - to be appreciating what is right in front of us.
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Rural Tourism Training

I took the day off today to work with Marci and WenDee at a training for rural tourism folks. It was such a  cool experience to be involved in a Kansas Sampler project.

My part of the day was to show folks how to blog, and a quick overview of Facebook and Twitter. It was so incredibly cool to see folks willing to jump in and give things a go. There's so much potential for rural Kansas to use these tools to tell people what there is to see and do.

Marci refers to folks who are willing to "do dirt" to see what's on the backroads as having an "explorer" mindset. Explorer types want to experience the local culture, whatever it is. I can't imagine traveling any other way, myself.

I was so jazzed that after the event, I did a little exploring myself where I caught this little bit of nature.


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Curtis Cafe in Stafford Kansas

The Curtis Cafe in Stafford, Kansas, is well worth a stop. In fact, it's worth making a special trip for.



Ruth is the third generation to run the place, and her sons are learning the business now so hopefully it will be four generations.

Her mother's presence is still very much alive in the Curtis Cafe. The walls in both rooms are covered with puzzles she put together.



Ruth told me there are more than 400 of them on the walls, and her mother always told people that she never bought one. People would give them to her so the subject matter varies dramatically.

The puzzles are interspersed with other tidbits, including some needlework and some newspaper clippings. Occasionally you'll see a poster tacked up over a puzzle, as if the puzzle is the wallpaper.



Ruth said her mother kept a puzzle table set up and she would invite customers to add a piece - particularly strangers that might happen upon the cafe.

It's a place well worth a visit. My breakfast total was $5.05 with tax. It included bacon - real bacon fried in a pan, hash browns - that had something to do with a potato in their recent past, and toast. I had them hold the eggs since I don't like eggs, so they reduced my ticket to compensate for that. But, the meal complete with eggs is still a bargain - $5.45 before tax.





Make plans for a visit soon. I didn't get to sample it myself, but I understand there is homemade pie!



I was kind of sorry there wasn't a table where this stranger could add a puzzle piece, but I guess progress comes to every establishment and those days have passed.
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A day

Wow... This day has been a full one. I've barely stopped to breathe today and my new day starts in four and a half hours. But much was accomplished today. Now it's time for a little sleep. Yes even I need some time to snooze.

Strawberries Ripened on the Vine are Red Inside

This is a strawberry.
It is red inside, not white.

That's because it ripened on the vine.



This is my first official harvest from the garden, I guess.



It's not a huge harvest, admittedly. But it is a tasty one.



Say "no" to white strawberries. They're supposed to be red. And sweet. And juicy. This one was. Yum!

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The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band played in Hutchinson tonight as a fundraiser for New Beginnings. Greg, Sharon and I went to see them.

If you're going through the sound clips in your brain, trying to figure out what songs they're famous for, think "Mr. Bojangles." They've won a Grammy and been recognized by the Country Music Association.

Singer-guitarist Jeff Hanna formed the group in California in 1966. He and drummer/harmonica player Jimmy Fadden are constant members for the group. But John McEuen and Bob Carpenter have long histories with the band, too. That's quite astonishing when you consider it has been 43 years since the band was formed.

They wrote the Rascal Flatts hit, "Broken Road," and first released it on one of their albums, sung by piano player Carpenter, who has been with the band since 1977. Last night was the first time I had heard their original version and I like it better than the Rascal Flatts version. Very cool.

The opening act for them was The Cherokee Maidens, that did traditional country music.



A good time was had by all!



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Quote of the Day

"Many of us spend time and energy trying to be something that we are not. But this is a move against soul, because individuality rises out of the soul as water rises out of the depths of the earth."   
                                     --- Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul
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A Saturday With Friends

This morning Greg met me at the farmer's market. I needed more herbs. Fortunately, Dave Neff of Neff Family Farm was right there. Greg bought some very healthy looking onions.

I rushed home from the farmer's market with a flat full of goodies and arrived just as Jan was pulling into my driveway for our trip to Wichita. She, Teresa, Julie and I had planned to go tea in Wichita today. Unfortunately, Julie couldn't go at the last minute so it was just the three of us.

We arrived in Wichita in time to go to the Nifty Nut House before they closed at noon. Neither Teresa nor I had been there. Oh my. It's a giant candy store for all practical purposes. Teresa and I both bought some Grand Mariner Chocolate covered pecans because they're ones Martha had brought to Creative Sisterhood at Christmastime.

We made a quick trip to The Spice Merchant before time for our tea and then went to the tea place in Old Town. Irene's Teas used to be in Lindsborg and we had all visited there, but now she's in Wichita.



We opted for lunch, which was a delicious chicken salad served on a bed of lettuce. It was really wonderful. And she even brought us extra bread. That's something she does better than any other tea place I've been to - her bread is amazing. Some she makes on site and some she buys from a bakery. It's all terrific.



After lunch we hit some more shops, where I picked up a couple of little things, but nothing major.

Then we went to the Birkenstock store. Where I bought some shoes. Then we went back across town to the other Birkenstock store. Where I bought another pair of shoes. Actually, all three of us ended up buying shoes.



I don't wear anything but Birkenstocks if I'm going to be standing for any amount of time. They have great arch support and I need that. I had only one pair of sandals. Until today. Now I have more. And some of them are cute. Birks are not known for being cute, so that's worthy of note.

I hadn't expected to be in Wichita all day, but it was a really fun day. Tomorrow I must busy myself with work that needs to be done around here - including planting those new herbs.
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Carolyn's Essenhaus in Arlington Kansas

Tonight I wanted to have something different for dinner. Something fun. Something unusual. I called Greg and he was game for it, but didn't have any thoughts about what that something was.

I thought about Carolyn's Essenhaus in Arlington, Kansas - about a 25 minute drive from my house. I called and found out they were open until 8:30. So, I called Sharon to see if she wanted to go too, and the three of us headed off for dinner.

Nothing gets a holiday weekend off to such a good start as dinner somewhere cool with friends.



On Friday night they serve verenike - a German treat that generally we only have during the MCC sale.

Carolyn stopped by our booth and visited very briefly, but they were busy. Very busy. They're one of the 24 finalists for the 8 Wonders of Kansas Cuisine. I asked if they were so busy because of the holiday weekend or the content and she said probably some of both.



They served the verenike with your choice of ham or sausage, a trip to the salad bar, and a slice of their fresh baked bread. I didn't eat all the ham because then I wouldn't have had room for pie. And you gotta have pie...



Apparently you also gotta have more bread because I bought a loaf at check out. Along with a jar of sand hill plum jelly.

Guess what I'm having for breakfast.
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Third Thursday Plus

Tonight was the monthly Third Thursday art walk downtown. But, there was even more happening tonight, including a walk in the Houston Whiteside Historic District.



It was a walking tour conducted by Amy, who works for the city. That's her in the middle there, facing toward the camera. She was giving information about various homes, much of which would have been gathered by my dear, dear, friend, Pat Mitchell, who died eight years ago. I still miss her.



One of the homes is on the market and the very smart realtors had it open tonight so people on the tour could go in. This beautiful porch was enthralling to me.



This home is on Sherman, in an area where lots of the homes have been restored.



The flowers are just starting to bloom in places. This house is one of the neighbors.



Before the walking tour, we went to an event at City Hall where Steve Harmon and Steve Conard were giving a presentation about historic photos of Hutchinson.



The photos were taken by the Atchison, Topeka, Santa Fe Railway. They, also, were drawing on information that Pat gathered.

Greg pointed out that he gets continually frustrated that she doesn't get the credit she deserves. I know what he means. She, single-handedly, preserved much of Hutchinson's history through her "Hutch Files," which her son gave to the local historical museum after her untimely death. She cataloged a tremendous amount of information about people, places and events in the community.

She was the one who wrote the original walking tours, and conducted them. She was the one who did the surveys of the homes - going through city directories and figuring out the history of the various spots. Yet, I never hear anyone mention her name or give her a modicum of credit. She was working on preservation before there was a Landmark's Commission, before there was a "movement," and before anyone else saw any need for it.

I did take time to go downtown for a little bit of the usual Third Thursday events, but just ran out of time to do much. There was music and art and running into folks, which is always nice. We're so fortunate to have this monthly event happening.
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