PoPoFest 2016

Even though the Poetry Postcard Fest technically ended with the end of August, there’s always a grace period afterwards where cards continue to navigate the postal system and folks catch up from various things that interfere with daily life and writing during a thirty-one day span. Some folks aren’t quite ready to put down the pen and so they continue to fire off what we like to call “bonus cards” – maybe not to your own group of 31 but pushing outward to others. And, let me tell you, finding a bonus card in the mailbox as August fades in the rear view mirror is a mighty fine thing!

All this is to tell you that I’ve added my own cards to the navigation bar above. If you click PoPoFest above you’ll see the three years of outbound cards for your amusement and edification. If you’re a 2016 Group One participant and didn’t receive a card from me, please be assured I sent one. Leave me a comment or shoot me an email and I’ll get you one, digital or reprint!

The Crazy Ones

Text of the above ad, here. Longer version below.

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Sometimes I need to revisit the original. And the original reasons. Because all the rest is just all the rest. I spent a lot of time yesterday with all the rest and today I’m putting it away.

things that make you go – huh

Went to see a new doctor recently. Same practice, different doc. I asked who they had that was new because I needed a change. I got a younger woman who was ok Did a very quick, cursory physical. Declared my lungs clear and my back suspicious spot free. Asked about switching my meds to the by-mail plan that my insurance provides and I explained as best I could about how the process works. The doc allowed that she’d send one set of prescriptions to the local pharmacy and then await the digital request from the online process. She also asked if I needed nebulizer stuff. I didn’t have a nebulizer til a year ago when their urgent care sent me home with one but ok. And she wanted me to take the heavy duty vitamin D stuff, one a week for a couple months and then regular OTC. Personally I think D is the new drug du jour. Don’t go out in the sun, wear sunblock and take all this vitamin D.

A few days later I had the vitamin D, four BOXES of nebulizer stuff (one hundred treatments!) and an inhaler from the local pharmacy. I kept poking at the online thing and hoped it was going to tell me it had worked.

First a big package came with SIX inhalers. SIX! My understanding was that I was supposed to get a three month supply. A few days later I got three of the preventative drug that I really needed. That sort of confirmed the three month supply idea but what about the other one?

And that, boys and girls is how I went from needing prescriptions filled to getting a boatload of stuff for what it would cost for one month’s supply. Ummm thank you insurance company? Where to store it all…

Gratitudes that slipped away, almost.

I almost forgot these two things:

  • By chance I met a woman sculptor, an artist and teacher. I always enjoy meeting her. She was telling me about her current show and asked me what I was doing. For some reason, rather than showing her my finished quilt pictures, I told her about Kathy Nida’s quilt that was pulled by AQS. She was appropriately horrified and sorry that this was going on. What a nice moment. Keep on keeping on you people down in Chattanooga! (and AQS, I’m looking at you – not even a polite email acknowledgement? Really? Lame. Majorly lame.)
  • Heard a great horned owl the other night, the looong hoooooot, lacing through the night. Later on I heard the barred owl
  • Thank you Stewarts! I really needed some olives tonight and you really came through for me.
  • To date: 30 of 31 postcards received plus a bunch of bonus cards! Woot – thanks everyone!
  • Glad to get Verge back from its four year tour. Thanks SAQA for a great run.

A List of Gratitudes

Today is a good day to make a list, short or long of things remembered and good. In no particular order:

  • This morning, I never touched the brakes going over the two one lane bridges near my house. I don’t remember this happening all summer.
  • My coworkers were funny and witty and supportive in ways that were notable.
  • My morning coffee was just the right hotness.
  • I helped some people. For one woman, I helped her until she understood that all of her notes and information was gone and it wasn’t coming back.
  • I was grateful and pleased to have made all my places-to-stay reservations for my upcoming trip so I can start figuring out what to do for fun. Now, where’s that bookmark for the Chocolate Kebab Place?
  • I was pretty excited to crack open a new box of peppermint tea and find a lip balm free inside! Organic and peppermint too!
  • Glad for people who find my postings fun or informative and back at them for theirs
  • Glad for the sky and all its clouds and stars.
  • Glad to see the changing moon and even the variable sun
  • Grateful that, in reality, the cats are glad to see me when I come home.
  • Very grateful for friends and family who say supportive things to me whether I’m looking for them or not. Thanks for having my back.

Yesterday and today my list of small things and big goes on in a pretty big way.

One more thing

I almost forgot to mention that Saturday I saw what I hadn’t seen in two years of one lane bridges in my little hamlet: someone who stopped at the red stoplight and then decided, what the heck, to just go across anyway. Pfft, red lights.

It wasn’t that he decided to go through the changing light. Nope. He was stopped at the light when I pulled up behind him. He drove through and got to the other side as a big pick up with trailer started through the green light on the other side.

I wished he’d been just a little slower so the pick up could have made him back up the length of the bridge. You can bet your booties that’s what I intend to do if I ever encounter someone who ignored the stoplight.

September 11, Fifteen Years Later

REMEMBER

Photo by Pearl Yee Wong of the Michigan State University Museum

Last year I wrote:

I’ll be spending today quietly, thinking and doing “normal” things. That’s always the contrast isn’t it, what had been normal and this instant where the world becomes something else, something unknown until now. Something perhaps unimaginable but now sitting quite real in the world, alongside us.

This year I think there is more contrast and need for more reflection and I’m glad to be home for the day, trying to do normal things again.