Thursday, March 31, 2011


As you all probably know...
I love Arizona and all things and peoples connected to the awesomeness of Grand Canyon
This Photo is a picture of the Hopi watch tower
Built in the 1930's
The fabulous thing about this really are two inspiring facts...
It was designed by Mary Jane Colter, a female architect
Working and living and designing and standing on the rungs of a man's climb
The other wonderful fact is that she had the insight to make it honorable to the people it represented
Using Hopi artisan's to help in the details and authenticity of it's interior
If you have been here you know what I am talking about
If you haven't, you should spend the time to stop while your at the canyon
It is so worth it
The key here...
Women have been making things happen for a long time
And maternal instinct provides us with the means to know what counts...


Book Nook

Welcome to the Crown King Arizona Library!

Extremely efficient
Packed with the latest books
Public computer, copier, fax

Need a book?
We can get it!
Networked electronically with Yavapai County
Gotta love how assessable library materials can be!

Little 'ole me played librarian this afternoon for a few hours
While the "Real" Librarian took part of the day off


Another new experience badge to add to my eclectic collection

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Time In A Bottle

The picture isn't so great but I'm hoping you can make out the print

Way back when
My Mom lived next door to what had been the former dump
(now called the fancy term "land fill")
In the small town where she had grown up
Same town where her Mom had grown up
Same town where her Grandmother had grown up

Same town where I grew up

So..that's about 4 generations or so
I tell folks that the town I'm from has a population of about 1000
And I'm related to about 900 of 'em
A bit of an exageration
But not by much

That's just how it is in the Midwest  ;-)
Any Hoo
The bottle in the picture is one of dozens Mom dug out of the dirt
That had lain in the Old Battle Creek Nebraska dump
For eons

The embossed glass says:

"Morris & Co"
"The Druggists"
"Battle Creek, Neb."

Not a chip or crack on it
Thought some of you home-town-folks would enjoy this bit-o-Battle Creek history that has found it's way to Arizona
By the way....
This "dump" had been plowed over and was part of a cornfield a few generations before Mom became a dump digger.  Just so you know.....
Didn't want anyone to think that my white haired little old lady Mom was out scouring the trash heaps throughout the land!

Then again.....
For those of you who know her
It may not be such a stretch if she knew she'd find a new "treasure"

P.S.  Mom called while I was writing this.  Had to take a pause to visit with her for a while.  DANG!  How does she do that???  She knew I was talkin' about her!  Still can't get away with a blessed thing!  ;-(

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


  • On the road again...I can't wait to get on the road again....dodododoo
  • Our Road Scholar group
  • 18 in all, two vans, 9 per van, one VERY experienced coordinator and a really groovy field staff/transportation specialist (me)
  • Our first day...?
  • Pick up at 8am from Prescott
  • Stop at coordinators house for footstools (left behind)
  • Travel to the Montezuma's Castle via The Verde Valley
  • Stop at a geologically special pull out for a short lecture
  • On to Sedona Via two continuous circles around the turnabouts (to feel the Vortex benefits...I felt dizzy!)
  • Lunch at a local restaurant
  • A tourist stop at old town Sedona
  • They shopped for an hour
  • We hiked for an!
  • A beautiful drive through Oak Creek Canyon
  • On to Flagstaff
  • Check in at the local hotel
  • Dinner at a local Flag restaurant
  • A fabulous lecture about Wauba Yuma's people at 7 pm (NAU)
  • Over At 9pm
  • Blog...
  • Cause I love ya'all so damn much!
  • Tomorrow is another day...

Tree HUG!

When you're blue and feelin' down
And all your smiles are up-side-down

Find a Friend
A Pet
A Pillow
(or your favorite Gal or Fella)

Don't wait for them to be the giver
Just walk right up with vim and viger

Wrap your arms around 'em tight
Hug 'em with all your might

 Pretty soon that smile will turn right-side-up 
Instead of half empty
You'll have a half full cup

Try it!
I dare ya' to prove me wrong!

Oops gotta' go
Feel a hug comin' on .........

Monday, March 28, 2011


This is the first photo I ever took of the Grand Canyon.
This is the view heading down into the canyon via the Peach Springs, Diamond Creek road.
I have now been there numerous times.
I never tire of it. It is a wonderful, exciting and sometimes challenging journey.
Pumps my adrenaline every time.
I am so blessed at this time of my life, it amazes even me.
Finally following directions.
Connecting the dots and paying attention.
Tomorrow I head out again.
We will make stops in Sedona, Flagstaff, Haulapai Reservation, Diamond Creek and of course, the grandest of canyons.
The Grand Canyon...
She feels so often like a life line...
Tonight, I learned something new...
A friend has shared that sprinkling sand to her shows signs of respect...
From now until for ever...I will


Apple of my eye

Apple blossoms awakening

Nothing sweeter then the promise of Spring

Hummingbirds are guzzling down homemade sugar water

Squirrels tease the dog and scamper quickly away

Blue Jays cackle

Robins rejoice

Honey bees triumphantly overtake one of the hummingbird feeders

Sheets dried in the breeze and sunshine today

Can't wait to wrap myself into their scent


Drift effortlessly in and out of more Spring Dreams

Sunday, March 27, 2011


So this is Hopi land...
It feels... like the earth
Original...still like the beginning
A place where offerings are made to creators
Where ancient pueblos are still inhabited by descendants
Where the language is still unwritten
And the dialect reminds you of rain
Mesas still whisper the names of ancient villages
Chiefs are still remembered and grandmothers tell the stories of clouds
Clans have remained and still follow the same trail
Prophecies are still inscribed into sandstone walls
Reminding be mindful
Inscriptions that tell of Christianity...before it was
Of wars...before they were fought
A land where your feet are elevated by old pottery shards and bone
From the the earth
The katchinas stay quiet and rest close by
Rainbows become staircases to their return
They are an enduring, tribe, clans
Three mesas of potters and basket weavers
Of Hopi people hanging onto tradition...keeping it close
And proudly living with ancient ways
I see the beauty in their faces and hunger for such dedication
Truly they are the sacred and spiritual left to this earth


Brave Up!

"Don't Be Sassy, Just Brave Up!" 

Another quote from the book I'm reading

I love the way this lady writes!

I thought the old truck photo was a perfect compliment to the quote
Obviously, her "Sassy" has been spent
But a bit-o-rope and no doubt some baling wire
keeps her "Brave Up" image intact

There are many "Braved Up" retired heavy duty vehicles up here "on the hill"
This particular ex-military model is a water truck
Undoubtedly used to haul H2O up, down and all around this rugged mountainous terrain
Probably was a Fire Dept. truck at one time or another

There are times to be "Sassy"
There are times to "Brave Up"

"Sassy" may be entertaining
But "Brave Up" carries a silent power
That goes well beyond the Sass

Although..Sassy sure feels good...

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Gourmet Eats

Thick sliced maple smoked bacon
Farm fresh eggs (Thanks neighbor Pam for sharing)
Fried in bacon grease (like grandma used to make)
Wheat Toast 
Real butter
Pure comfort food
Perfect Saturday night dinner
Oh yeah...
Livin' The High Life

Friday, March 25, 2011

Zee Tee Pot

IF you did not read my blogmates last blog do so NOW before you read mine
(if it's not on the page click on "March" on the right hand side of this page & it will pop up)

Any Hoo
I plead guilty to bringing those evil cream cheese frosting rolls to our "girl talk" coffee chat this morning

Amy's fabulous fresh brewed-in-the-cup coffee takes me back to our camping trip to the beach this fall

The little yellow vintage teapot above was thrown on the campfire without mercy to boil the water that steeped the glorious flavor from aromatic ground coffee beans into my favorite coffee mug

This magical beverage transformed 3 sleepy-eyed
beach tent dwelling Women
Shivering in the damp cold morning 
3 bright-eyed Beach Divas
Facing the warm rising sun
as they
Rhythmically Rolled out of their sleeping bag cocoons
In sync to the crashing ocean waves
mere yards from their feet


My poor little teapot came home one black sooty mess
But she cleaned up well
And is looking forward to the next campfire coffee!
As I am
As I am.....


The crazy, insanely, wildly and madly decadence of friendship.
Showing up at your door for long awaited girl talk.
Knowing you have been fighting the winter calorie marathon...
Same as she...
In her hand she holds deeply evil and tempting cinnamon rolls...
Smothered (of course), in soft gooey cream cheese topping.
You tell her she is the devil...smiling
As you quickly grab two plates and pour two cups of fresh coffee...
She tells you that she loves your coffee...
That it will always remind her of our camping trip on the beach.
That simple statement softens the blow of the pastry.
You spend an hour talking about all the important things and maybe some of the mystical.
You look down and see that you have eaten the whole thing
Scrapped the plate with your fork, just to get every last creamy lick...
So has she.
She leaves the rest of the rolls to your disposal.
Leaving them for your son.
You know why she leaves them...
To save herself from the same fate that now sits on your counter.
One silly roll could never change your figure...
But I wonder about that other half-a-roll I had this afternoon?
It was sooooo worth it!!!


Thursday, March 24, 2011

Inner Shine

Plain as week old cornbread she was.

Would have missed her altogether if she hadn’t been so dang homely.

Ain’t no accountin’ for it!

Her momma was a beauty queen but Joseph-Gee-Hosifat you’d never know it by lookin’ at her girl child!

Then in church one Sunday mornin’ she step a-front the congregation all fidgety and squirmin’ and belted out a hymn with the voice of an Angel.

Nearly knocked ‘em off their pews!

 No one noticed her outside looks so much after that. 

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Leanin' but not Fallen

"She never seemed sickly, just brain tired."
The Star Garden
A Novel of Sarah Agnes Prine
Nancy E. Turner

This sentence "spoke" to me last night
as I substituted bad TV for a good book

The main character of the book is speaking of her Mother
Based on a real-live-person
An Arizona pioneer who settled in the Southern part of the Arizona Territory in the late 1800's
She had fought off
Wild fires
And only God knows what else

As we bitch to high heaven when the power goes out
In the Southern Arizona desert
And air conditioners cease to comfort
I will think of this lady of the desert
How she stood eye-to-eye with the Southern Arizona 
Wild fires
And only God knows what else
Spit in their eye
And just kept living

Until she was brain-tired
Then it just didn't matter any more

The picture above was taken in Nebraska a few years ago
On an abondon farm
About a mile from where I grew up

She never seemed sickly, just brain-tired
Applies to pioneers world-wide


Makes no difference
It's the stuff we're all made of
If we reach deep inside
And touch that which makes us strong
Until we're brain-tired
Then it just doesn't matter


Tuesday, March 22, 2011


So I am trying desperately to imagine that it is spring
That not ALL the blooms will die from this relentless cold
That the SUN will SHINE and things will at least be green
That I will at last feel the sun's WARMth against my SKIN
That the time for cut-offs and flip-flops will once again show it's face
That I will again feel UNINHIBITED by walls and the need for slippers
Ok, spring
I am ready, WILLING and waiting...


Hang On!

Think Spring!
I think it can!
I think it can!
I think it can!


Monday, March 21, 2011









Light Bender

No, I am not where the picture was taken at this moment
Yes, it is San Diego
Yes, it was taken a few years ago from the front porch of "my" beach house rental on Mission Beach

It was dark except for the last hurrah of the sunset
The light in the foreground was totally the result of my camera phone's flash

What it created was a unique blend of light and dark not visible by the naked eye

Most things worth seeing
The naked eye does not see
We rely on the sense of sight to guide us
Inform us
Enlighten us

When the truth of the matter is
It's what we don't see that has the most impact

If we could only bend the light
To see the whole
Perhaps the "message" would be more complete

I guess that's where faith comes in.......
Is that why it's called 
Blind Faith?

Sunday, March 20, 2011


Sometimes when I am hiking, there are rewards that not only meet my expectations but, reach well beyond them.
Pushing my burning quads to heft me up just one more rock, just another quarter mile.
The things that push me? 
The unexpected.
Jumping into that ravine and turning my head to see that I have just landed into some ancient dwelling.
Coming out of the trees and standing under a rock shelf to see art work done long before there were cities and traffic lights.
They tell the stories of families that lived here, how they communicated and what was important.
This photo was taken a few days ago.
A rattle can see his rattle shaking at the end of his tale.
What a intriguing way to tell a story....
Looking at words needed.


Sad Day

Last night my daughter had to put down her long-time puppy-child Jack
Because I have no words right now
I shall use the words of another

"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's."
- Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899

Saturday, March 19, 2011


Spending a few day in Southern California
To help Dave's brother celebrate his Birthday ;-)
and yes
Spring is alive and well here!

This display of Tulips & Iris greeted us as we pulled in the driveway

Ah, the hope Spring sows!
Anyone who isn't uplifted by Spring flowers
Is indeed
In need
Of a hearty kick in their rear!  

Rock on Spring Time....

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Livin' A Dog's Life

All who know me
Know this fella too
Mr. Willy

He's 11 human years old
We won't do the math for Doggie Years
We both believe you're only as old as ya feel
And we ain't feelin' so old yet

Every morning
and every late afternoon
We go walkin'
Usually down by the creek

Cuz I like the sound and the movement of the water

Willy likes to walk in it
Up to his belly if he can
And drink it

Sometimes I take my camera
Just in case I see an unsuspecting blog subject 
Like a whale rock
Or broad based pine
Or snow-melt-fed mountain stream
Yeah ya know, stuff like that  ;-)

Some walks he follows me
Some walks I follow him
Every walk is a tiny snippet of unbridled freedom
Willy leashless
Becky leashless
Climbin' rocks
Walkin in water
Kickin' cans
Chasin' squirrels
Yeah ya know, stuff like that

As life should be  ;-)


One moon, two moons, moon child, man in the moon, over the moon, harvest moon, in your moon and a moon made of cheese.
Well I am any of these or all of these, would eat the cheese and feed the cow, plant the harvest, shake the hand of the man and share a blog with another moon.
I see the moon rise large in the autumn, preparation of the oncoming fall.
I see the winter moon fall into a gray sky.
On the thought of warmth and spring it comes to us in skies of blue
early warning
evening is coming as it falls later in a brighter sky.
Something curious about that moon. 
Men have landed there and given us scientific description and explanations
but still we look up
all the mumbo-jumbo about it's existence gone to the wind. 
We look up...we see the moon.
It's mysterious shining globe looking down on us
it's sun illuminating it's brilliance.
We are amazed and awed still, knowing nothing except that it is
a constant in a world of chaos
a large bit of shared peace that we all see...


Wednesday, March 16, 2011


Just hung up the phone after talking to a friend. 
(not this friend, a different friend)
Yes, I know...I do actually have friends.
She had invited me about a week ago to do a hike with her and a friend of hers', in the Sedona area.
I said I would love to go and was excited about having someone to share this adventure stuff with.
However I, alas came down with the crud...that same stuff everyone seems to be sharing.
(I did not get it from my blog partner)
I was totally bummed!
Feeling better, I called to see how it went.
They had hiked an area I was very familiar with and it was fun to talk about where they had been.
She said they had missed me... 
She then began to tell me how she was going to plan to do the Grand Canyon from rim to rim via a friend of a friend who would guide it and there might be a couple of spots open.
Freakin awesome!
I am in! 
Well, maybe.
I had decided that I would accomplish two things this year...hike the canyon in any way shape or form to the bottom and do a raft trip.
So, the reason for this photo is that when ever I think of the Grand Canyon now, I think of this picture.
It is such a mysterious place, different every time you see it. 
Standing on this trail, looking out makes me feel like I am in a whole different country. 
I like seeing my friend Mike standing there, looking like a well traveled being.
I like the way life networks us through when we are paying attention.
I really like having friends...

The Good, Bad and The Stupid

 Life is certainly a combination of extremely good, extremely bad and a level of stupidity in-between that never ceases to amaze me.
If I'm lucky, I find a balance between the extremes that allows me to
"be the best I can be".
On good days I wear "extremely good" like a pro
On bad days I can drown myself in a healthy dose of "extremely bad"
And yes, stupidity humbles me more then I care to admit

What motivated this subject to begin with was a conversation my blog-mate & I had a few days ago.
It was concerning the unthinkable tragedies the people of Japan are facing.
Observations we've made of others' reactions
For instance a comment like:
(not exact quotes but you get the drift)
"Gosh, I hope the new car I ordered wasn't made in Japan 
or that it has already been shipped!"

Walking the Extreme Stupidity path here!
I truly hope this person and others so caught up in their teeny tiny lives receive more compassion than they give when their turn for tragedy comes!  

I apologize for making this blog  a platform for my own rantings and ravings
That was not my intention
Sometimes ya' just gotta rant and rave a bit with "words"
To prevent yourself from kicking the stupidity out of someone!

So..with that all said
I shall pay closer attention to the words I say
And try to keep stupidity at bay
For as long as my feeble brain will permit.

And end this too lengthy blog with a bit-o-humor that includes
the Good, Bad and The Stupid
But includes a chuckle at the end 

Humor seems to bring me balance

I hope it does for you as well

 I received the following in an email from a friend

Sometimes, when I look at my children, I say to myself, 'Lillian, you should have remained a virgin.'

-   Lillian Carter (mother of Jimmy Carter)

I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: - 'No good in a bed, but fine against a wall.' 

- Eleanor Roosevelt


Last week, I stated this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister, and now wish to withdraw that statement.. 

- Mark Twain


The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending; and to have the two as close together as possible

- George Burns

Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year.

- Victor Borge

Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.

- Mark Twain


By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.

- Socrates


I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.

- Groucho Marx


My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.

- Jimmy Durante


I have never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back.

- Zsa Zsa Gabor

Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat.

- Alex Levine


My luck is so bad that if I bought a cemetery, people would stop dying.

- Rodney Dangerfield

Money can't buy you happiness .... but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.

- Spike Milligan


Until I was thirteen, I thought my name was SHUT UP.

- Joe Namath


I don't feel old. I don't feel anything until noon. Then it's time for my nap.

- Bob Hope


I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it..

- W. C. Fields


We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress. 

- Will Rogers


Don't worry about avoiding temptation.  As you grow older, it will avoid you.

- Winston Churchill


Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty .. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out..

- Phyllis Diller


By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere.

- Billy Crystal


And the cardiologist's diet:   If it tastes good spit it out. 

May your troubles be less, may your blessings be more, and
may nothing but happiness come through your door.