I will die at the right time

“I will die at the right time” new poem published on the fabulous Her Story Blog – I hope you check out this wonderful venue of expression



Dear Friends,
Spring, summer, fall and winter pull each other along on their wayward journey. The Seasons ride their own express train. This locomotive’s spinning wheels are unaffected by barometric change. Rainbow boxcars screech as they hustle along the sparking track. Chuckling snowmen have begun jumping off the sidecars, holding balls of ice in their soft red mittens. Winter has arrived in North America.

I wish Season’s express train would ‘snowdown’ once in awhile and let life catch up…
SnowdownThank you. Dream beneath warm blankets of joy this night…
Galeen atop Snowman’s Head, rolled out several days ago with warm markers in hand.

‘Statitically’ Speaking Einstein Knows Best

Dear Friends,
Galeen likes sticking her hands where they don’t belong (this might be cause for concern as she ages up). But she is a smart, little girl, and for now her brain is in control of her hands.

Galeen reads a wall-hanging filled with quotes and hugs her cherished, stuffed Einstein doll, whenever she needs to turn her grey matter, red-hot.

Galeen would like to share some of these wonderful quotes from her crazy-haired Yoda – Mr. Albert Einstein:

If at first, the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it.

We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.

The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.

Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.

The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.

Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

Einstein Doll

Thank you. May the creative force be with you in your waking hours. May the creative force keep you entranced in your nightly dreams.

Blogtox tomorrow. If all goes well and the blog gods are with me, I should be back to WordPress this weekend, maybeeeeeeeeeeeee…


VIPs are Very Important Patriots

Dear Friends,
Many Americans live lives relatively sheltered from international heartache. The fact I was remiss in writing a “Thanks to Vets,” post reminds me of how comfortable I am. I have much to be appreciative and thankful for. In my fervor to rework by buggish blog, I overlooked creating a thank you post for American Veterans everywhere. I apologize for my blogcentricities of late.

Thank you Veterans…

Lone Soldier
Thank you. May you dream of freedom for all people.

Lone Soldier sketch originally created for 9/11 post.


boots and sunsets

Dear Friends,
Boots protect our feet and transport us to new destinations. Yesterday, my boots brought me to an enriched chemistry class and a brilliant-minded teacher. I learned something I didn’t know before. It deals with ROYGBIV and the color spectrum. I should have remembered this from my high school days. At sunset, light must travel farther through the atmosphere to reach you. When it finally does connect, more of it is reflected. Ultimately, the longest and last wavelength standing – or bending as the case may – is red. The shorter wavelengths – blues and greens – are scattered and can no longer be seen.

And this is the most wild part: By the time you see the sun in sinking below the horizon, it has already gone down. You, my friends are seeing an optical illusion of bending light…

Who knew (or remembered)? I didn’t!

Workboots Thank you. May you dream of comfy boots and beautiful sunsets.
Workboots created a few days ago, after observing anxious students sporting their fall fashion boots while trying to remember not to clench my jaw so much.


Pen Still No2

Dear Friends,

I’m republishing this post to see if bug is fixed for those that have seen already, my apologies.
The blogtox injection went well. The transition went very smoothly. The redesign went up much more quickly than expected. There are a few minor things, I’m hoping can be adjusted. Right now, I don’t think there are “Like” (not that I’d ever ask) or Reblog (not that I’d ever intimate) buttons. And, the Comment area has several fields. It’s not a simple Comment box for WP Users. Also the “About” page’s existing comments didn’t transfer. I’m hoping they didn’t get lost in a distant galaxy. Other than these few minor blips, everything is as it should be. Sorry for any inconvenience. If you’re willing to fill out the comment area, I’d really appreciate feedback on anything else you’d like to weigh in on…

In the meantime, while I was loading stuff to the newish blog, I downloaded a portion of old manuscript. I haven’t worked on any of my stories since last year. They need work. I need to improve my writing skills. I begin my stories the old-fashion way – I use pen for the beginning, then switch to pencil and erase at will. Eventually, I hobble over to my MacBook and let my fingers do the talking…

Pencil Cap

Pencil Cap

Thank you. May you dream of floating poetry and whimsical clouds…
Pencil Cap created two days ago after rereading some old manuscript sections.


Please Bear with Me, Don’t Think I’m Lion on My Laurels

Dear Friends,
I treated myself to a new scanner last week. My old one had been collecting dust. To date, all the art in my posts, with the exception of reblogs, has been photographed with my iPhone, emailed to my computer, then downloaded to the blog.

My pending Blogtox injection has made me a better person. Seeing art thumbnails together on screen brought me to the stark realization – I’m a lousy photographer. Many of my ‘characters’ drawn on white paper appear to have different colored backgrounds: dying rose pink, smudged dirt grey, speckly frazzled blue on screen… I’ve since rescanned all recent pieces done on white paper. Now, I’m onto the rest…

So, why do I tell you all this boring stuff? I’m apologizing in advance. As I go through the rescanning process, once in awhile you may see a drawing you’ve seen before. For instance, the lioness below is one I used sometime ago in a previous post. I felt she deserved a nice scan. Here she is making her scanning debut, Lioness after Lunch, in all her splendor and red sauce.

lionessPlease bear with me – you haven’t seen the bear yet 🙂 – as I clean up my act and attempt to get ann together.

bearThank you. May you dream of fabulous photos free of dust, grime and red-eye…
Lioness After Lunch, and Bear Shy, drawn eight years ago, when I hung ’round the kids when they played outside.
I used reference photos for lioness, but I can’t remember from where…perhaps Nat Geo or a African Wildlife book, maybe both?


Chupacabra Terrorizes Giant Husband

Dear Friends,
All last week, before the giant husband and I began our daily 5 AM walk, we could hear the ‘local’ coyotes howling with abandon. Their sad, almost infant-like wails echoed through the woods at the end of our cul-de-sac. The raw cacophony was lyrically unnerving.

This morning, however, the coyotes melodic cries were too close for comfort. Though the giant husband and I probably outweighed their pack by at least two-hundred pounds, I gripped my trusty Swiffer and the giant husband carried his heavy-duty halogen flashlight. I guess our plan was to dust them off, then show them the light 😉

When I mentioned to the giant husband that the howling could be from the elusive Chupacabra, he howled like a coyote. I told him that in Puerto Rico, 1995, goats were found with lethal puncture wounds and their bodies drained of blood. The name Chupacabra literally translates to ‘goat sucker’ in Spanish. And since the discovery of the gruesome ‘vampiresque’ goat scene, there have been random attacks on all manner of livestock. Eyewitnesses have reported Chupacabra sightings from Maine, USA to Chile to Russia…

Some folks take Chupacabras’ legend quite seriously, while others believe they are simply coyotes with mange… Below is my version of the mysterious Chupacabra. So, what do you think: Are there coyotes with mange prowling about, or could blood-sucking Chupacabras be real? Or should I just continue toting my trusty Swiffer?

chupacabraThank you. May you dream of friendly monsters with fluffy fur.
Chupacabra created in 2009 for monster project
Blogtox injection – 5 days to go


Got Balls?

Dear Friends,
Though our school district was closed in observance of Rosh Hashanah, 8 AM yesterday, I dropped the big son off at the high school for football practice. He is fast learning the art of sports – sacrifice. Sports do not care what day it is. Sports do not ‘discriminate.’  You grab the balls, you take them on the field, you throw them around and you learn that self-improvement – no matter the venue – only happens when you are physically, as well as mentally in the game…

Life is like that too. Isn’t it? We must be present, both physically and mentally for improvement to occur. We must bring our balls and place our feet firmly on the field. We must all participate in the sport of life. (Hey, I smell a bumper sticker somewhere in there 😉 )

Alien Balls

Alien Balls

Thank you. May you all dream of  ‘Jeter’ fanfare when you retire…
Got Green Balls created a few weeks ago after washing big son’s smelly football uniform 🙂
Blog Redesign Countdown – 2 days hopefully…