Saturday, December 31, 2011
How can you not romanticize baseball?
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Quilt
Just shy of eighth grade graduation, my mother asked me what colors I’d like for a quilt. Although I was a purple fanatic, I picked red. To this day, I do not know why. Each Christmas since, this red and white quilt has graced my bed, usually staying through Valentine’s Day, reminding me of my tiny, strong, artistic “Granma Klingler”.
As a small child, she frightened me. While my Grandpa was one to laugh and tease, Granma was often stern, correcting behavior and handing out chores even when she was the one doing the visiting! Not so much a whirlwind as a constant breeze, her hands were never idle. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, tending animals, canning, quilting, crocheting, sewing, baking, rearranging. As I aged, I began to discover the similarities between us. In earlier years, she played piano, was a fine colorist of black & white photographs, painted and sketched as well. Granma was not scary; she was busy. A manager getting things done, delegating tasks, coordinating outcomes, demanding as much from you as she was prepared to give herself. Before Stephen Covey, there was Granma.
While I inherited my Grandpa’s mirth, there’s still a lot of Granma lurking in my DNA. The German cleaning gene is obviously recessive, but these days my whirlwind is settling into that steady breeze, balancing work, family, music, garden and art. Most likely, I’ll never quilt. Luckily, I don’t have to. Granma Klingler’s work endures.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Childhood Christmas Memories
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Still Thankful
Sunday, November 27, 2011
That is The Point
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Spirits
Monday, November 21, 2011
Eye
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Second hand
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Hard
Friday, November 18, 2011
Leftovers
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Isn't it time?
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Learning
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Shadows & Light
Monday, November 14, 2011
Puppy uppers
Sunday, November 13, 2011
apples
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Weeds
Friday, November 11, 2011
Think different
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Whimsy
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Sky sight
Monday, November 07, 2011
Hearts and Crafts
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Obscuriana
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Last gasp
Friday, November 04, 2011
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Harmony and me
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Thanksgiving Patina
Going round the table, themes of thankfulness emerge. Health. Family. Friends. Shelter. Food. All worthy of gratitude, all a blessing from whatever flavor of consciousness to which you subscribe. Fortunately, my life is enriched beyond just the turkey and mashed potatoes. There’s a whole world of sides out there and frankly, sometimes they are the best part of the meal.
Take patina. Without the patina of age, everything would look shiny and new. Everything. Leaves would stay green each fall. Wooden instruments would never develop a rich, sweet tone. George Clooney would still have that ugly Caesar hair from his ER days. Antiques would not exist. And while the specter of the fountain of youth seems what we chase, how boring perpetual youth would eventually become. So I am grateful for patina. Now you know why.