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Where Have I Been?

It’s Thursday, my usual day to post a blog. The only problem is the last Thursday I posted a blog was two years ago! Guess life just got in the way. Or rather, I invited a lot of life into my schedule which upset the balance and kicked blogging to the curb. Time to regroup. There is actually enough time in every day to get everything done that needs getting done for the day!  So, back to blogging. I’ve missed it. In the mean time, I hope the smoke clears up and our air quality goes back to where it was a month ago. It’s always been one of the best things about living in the Pacific Northwest! Later, Mary Ann

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The Wisdom Tree

Rebecca lay snuggled up to the trunk of the enormous old Oak, eyes closed, her breath as smooth as a satin ribbon. It had been far too long since she’d felt such peace, or rather, since she’d allowed such peace. It was as if she were bundled neatly in a cocoon as the wind whispered soothing words in her ears. She closed her eyes and deeply inhaled the fragrant air. The Oak was a towering giant with limbs stretching out in an all encompassing manner. His name was Your Highness. That’s what she’d named him the first time she made her way bravely through the meadow to climb into the branches and be held in his arms. She was the princess and he was Your Highness. He spoke to her as did the wind and the deep green fluttering leaves as they whipped together in the elements. She felt warmth radiating through her bones and goodness and truth at her fingertips. The bark of Your Highness was hard and grey with deep groves and ridges. Rebecca used to love working her small fingers into the grooves, making her feel attached. She smiled at how different and difficult it was with…

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Hands of Time

  It wasn’t often he had time on his hands. Normally, there was nothing but a shortage. Yet, somehow, on this rainy windy morning, he had time; time to pick and chose, time to use or waste, time to wonder. He studied the clock above the work bench hanging among the menagerie of tools. The hands were long black sticks with arrows on the ends pointing to the numbers on the face. It was an old fashioned clock, the old man thought. A clock much like himself, he smiled. Reaching for the tube of Arnica Lotion, he unscrewed the cap and squeezed a dime size amount into his palm. Ivan slowly massaged in the therapeutic lotion, concentrating on his swollen fingers. His thoughts were on the many half finished projects he’d accumulated, much like all the half finished dreams stored in his mind. Never a shortage of either, it seemed. The hands of Ivan’s had been chubby and dimply when he was a baby busily pushing and pulling and exploring with all the time in the world on his hands. His teenage hands banged on a typewriter, gripped a baseball bat, and grabbed for food every chance they got. They…

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Wake Up!

Every year, the arrival of spring brings a new reminder of how blessed we are to live in the Pacific Northwest. Unfortunately, it often takes an out-of-towner to bring the stunning beauty surrounding us each and every day of our lives, to our attention once again. Do we take it for granted? The mountains; towering and snow-capped, Puget Sound and Lake Washington and all the other spectacular bodies of water encroaching our land, land so lush and green and rich. Do we take it for granted? The fresh seafood; crab and salmon and oysters growing wild in our backyards. The farm fresh deliveries of lettuces, squash, beets, onions, garlic, and kale to name only a few. Do we take it for granted? I know there are times when I do. And then comes along the out-of-towners. Thank goodness for them. They are amazed by the beauty regardless of rain or shine, stunned by the gifts Mother Nature has bestowed upon us as though we must be her favorites. I think we are! As nature yawns and stretches and shakes off the dormancy of winter, so should we. Grab a rain jacket and dirty sneakers and head outside to see what’s…

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The Invisible Man

He really hadn’t meant to burn the place down. It was a prank gone awry, something to get her attention. Yet, the fire raged, the sirens screamed, and the police lights flashed. He sighed; why was it that nothing ever turned out the way he thought it would? Maybe next time he should try a different approach. If she survived, he’d simply ask her out. The End

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The Scream That Wouldn’t – Pt 2

I knew the highway was no more than about a quarter of a mile farther and things would be better there. I was proud of myself for getting this far and sighed deeply as we snuck cautiously around the bend in the road and then slammed the brakes, slammed them so hard I thought my foot would go through the floor. Thank God we were going so slowly or we never would have stopped. As it was, Peggy Sue and I came to a halt about four feet from a man standing smack in the middle of the road. He was visibly relieved to see us stop and also aware that I was too stunned to do anything. He approached the driver’s side and made the roll down your window motion. I had my hand over my chest making sure my heart didn’t jump out yet managed to lower my window. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “Thank goodness you were going so slow. I couldn’t get out of the road, it’s solid ice.” That’s when I noticed a Suburban laying sideways in the ditch. “Is that yours?” I pointed to the vehicle. “Yes, unfortunately it is. I’ve called but no…

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The Scream That Wouldn’t

The winter of 2007-2008 is noteworthy for two reasons: one being a memorable time for the community around Rathdrum, Idaho, and one for me personally. First of all, we had a record one hundred ninety inches of killing-me-softly snow; and second, it was the first time in my entire life I’ve completely lost my voice. I don’t mean the “laryngitis” kind of lost it, I mean a desperate to scream my lungs out yet not managing so much as a squeak, kind of lost it. As you will see, both these things happened in the same day. It all started with that snow storm, the absolute dumping of eighteen inches of white powder on the cabin, on the cars, on the roads. Most importantly – the roads. This was in addition to the twenty seven inches we were already dealing with. My husband, Zeke, had just shoveled and cleared the way for me four hours prior, making it quite manageable if only I would have left. But then it started up with a vengeance. I kept cleaning and packing things up, believing it would let up in a minute and then I’d head out the door. A minute turned into…

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The Old Man and Anthony’s Home Port Restaurant

The old man nearly coughed up a lung hauling the twelve foot dingy down the beach to the water, dragging it over piles of driftwood, gravel, and rocks. His hip-waders had sprung a leak somewhere along the way, and water was slowly seeping in, soaking his toes on the right foot. He’d forgotten to put a plastic bag over his foot before putting on the boots as he normally did. He’d been forgetting a lot of things lately, he noticed. If she were still around, she would never let him out the door on a day like this, let alone anywhere near the water. The waves crashed against his legs as he struggled to shove the little boat up and over them, scrambling at the same time, to climb in. He managed to slam into one of the oars, popping it out of the oar lock and sending it overboard. “Shit,” Matthias mumbled. “Won’t due having only one of the bastards.” Using the other oar, he paddled furiously toward the one escaping. Unfortunately, the current was strong and pulled the little boat south even though the waves were carrying the desperately needed oar toward the north. Matthias fought his frustration…

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A Dreadful Woman

Elizabeth didn’t really know how she came to have dreadlocks. Something strange happened right after the celebration of her sixtieth birthday. It had been a wonderful day, all her family and friends gathered together in the backyard. The flowers were in full bloom, the sun was shining and the air was warm. Her son Joe had salmon on the grill and her daughters, Jane and Susan, had made salads and roasted red potatoes and baked too many deserts. It was a feast and a party, everyone happy, laughing and dancing, and…well, you get the picture. Yet somehow that too-good-to-be-true day came to an end and there she was, left with the most desperate feeling, as though she’d suddenly realized she’d forgotten the most important thing in her life, and just now discovered it had been forgotten for as far back as she could remember! The anxiety was unbearable. What was it, she wondered? Two years later, Elizabeth is celebrating her sixty second birthday. This time the party is limited to family only, strained smiles and arched brows and heavy sighs aimed in her direction. Her gifts consist of beauty salon certificates; spa treatments, mani/pedis, and a day at a Gene…

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No Doubt

Feet tapping, tapping, tapping. Shuffle, shuffle forward, shuffle backward, cross the ankles, uncross the ankles then tap, tap, shuffle forward, shuffle back, tap, tap, tap. The legs cross, foot pulls up to the knee, foot back on the floor. The legs uncross, cross, uncross, the feet hit the floor and she stands up to walk in place, dance in place. Can’t go far tethered to the blood pressure machine and the I.V. line like she is. She stretches and groans and lays back then sits up and stretches then taps and taps and taps. It’s like watching a cat on a hot tin roof. Her eyes close, open, dart around the room. What is happening? This is enough to drive her right out of her mind. She is tired, so tired yet her legs can’t stop and her feet can’t stop and the drugs won’t stop. Her insides are cold yet her outsides sweat. She’s wired. The port in her chest makes it easy for the drugs to flow straight into her system, to travel straight to the bad cells and attack. That’s the point of all this, right? There is a war raging inside her body and our minds…

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