8/10/07
My Own Friday Fourteen: Reasons I Am Glad Summer is Still Here
8/9/07
My Own Thursday Thirteen: Autumn is Just Around the Corner
5. Today we harvested dill, put our thumb in the winter squash, and pulled carrots.
8. The grape leaves are covering the flower bed and the clusters are getting bigger.
8/8/07
Happy Birthday to The Princess!
Funny, talented, intuitive, energetic
Daughter of Silver Valley Girl and PKR
Lover of her computer, Sadie, Hollywood, coffee
Who belongs on the stage singing and acting
Who needs her cell phone, friends, and Family Guy
Who gives love, encouragement, and smiles
Who fears clowns, strangers, and Lester
Who would like to see a play on Broadway
Resident of her castle
Princess

Here is a picture timeline of the Princess. I was there when she was born and here she is enjoying some sunshine in her crib when she arrived home. We all took a trip to Eugene for a family picture. She is practicing her pose. Next The Princess getting her first bike from Papa Pert ( my dad). She was so pretty at our wedding celebration as our flower girl. She took the opportunity to set up a photo shoot while camping at Canyon Creek. I think the photo shoot was more exciting than the camping experience. Recently she starred in "Nightmare at Dream Gulch, or...Wake Me When It's Over." at the Sixth Street Melodrama in Wallace, Idaho as a sweet Irish girl. Later in the show she sang some Gershwin. The photo collection ends with the Princess ( including crown) as we celebrated her birthday Saturday and last, but not least, another pose with Sadie. As the poem illustrates my niece is talented, funny, smart, and caring. I feel blessed to have her in my life.
Have a happy birthday Princess and may your year be your best one yet!
8/7/07
Words
"You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend . . . I bow to them . . . I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down . . . I love words so much . . . The unexpected ones . . . The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop . . . Vowels I love . . . They glitter like colored stones, they leap like silver fish, they are foam, thread, metal, dew . . . I run after certain words . . . They are so beautiful that I want to fit them all into my poem . . . I catch them in midflight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives . . . And I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them, I let them go . . . I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves . . . Everything exists in the word . . . "From Memoirs by Pablo Neruda
8/6/07
I Love Zucchini #2 and a Keeper from the Recipe Box
8/5/07
Sibling Assignment # 30: Moscow, Idaho
My mom the day she graduated from the University of Idaho in Moscow in 1967.
When my mother was hired to teach school she only had a two-year degree. For many summers during my childhood Mom worked on earning her four-year degree in education. One summer she stayed at Aunt May's during the week while taking classes on campus at the University of Idaho and Grandma stayed with us in Kellogg to help Dad with our care. After my sister was born we had an unforgettable summer in 1966 when Mom, Silver Valley Girl, and I moved to Moscow for the summer term. My brother and dad stayed back in Kellogg, but my brother did come and visit. I loved living close to campus. We could hear the chimes ring at the Administration Building each hour. Later in the day "Here We Have Idaho" played and I could sing the words while taking my sister for walks up the grassy knoll to the famous I Tower. There was a sense of routine and ritual that I loved as we lived in an apartment on the edge of campus that summer.
Later in junior high and high school I would return to the University of Idaho for the music festival each year. Again, I was at the same end of campus and I would look down the street at that apartment on Deakin Ave. and up the hill at the I Tower and remember the summer of 1966. Each hour again the chimes would ring and I could look up and see the time on the Administration Building clock. I knew I wanted to return to this campus for college.
In the fall of 1973 I did return to Moscow for my college education. I look back fondly on those years. When I was struggling with a class or feeling homesick I would wander back up Hello Walk where I could see the I Tower, that apartment, the Music Building, and hear those chimes play just for me. I could reminisce about that summer when life was simple and I was content wandering that end of the campus. Those rituals would ground me again and I would continue on my way.
The I Tower, surrounded by trees, still overlooks the campus from the grassy knoll. The chimes continue to play every hour. I love to return to Moscow and be part of those rituals and routines. I love places that are preserved in time. I love the University of Idaho and Moscow, Idaho.