Friends Visiting—for Paula

STRAWBERRY-SELLER: Who will buy?
MILKMAID: Who will buy?
ROSE-SELLER: Who will buy?
OLIVER: Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see!
ROSE-SELLER: Who will buy my sweet red roses?
OLIVER: Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?
STRAWBERRY-SELLER: Ripe strawberries, ripe!
OLIVER: So I could see it at my leisure,
Whenever things go wrong,
And I would keep it as a treasure
To last my whole life long.
MILKMAID: Any milk today?
OLIVER: Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I'm so high I swear I could fly.
KNIFE GRINDER: Knives! Knives to grind!
STRAWBERRY-SELLER: Ripe strawberries, ripe!
OLIVER: Me, oh my! I don't want to lose it
So what am I to do
To keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy...
LONG SONG SELLER: Who will buy?
KNIFE GRINDER: Who will buy?
MILKMAID: Who will buy?
ROSE-SELLER: Who will buy?
ALL: Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see!
Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?
--Who Will Buy from Oliver
This lovely duet sums up the way that I felt on Saturday. We have had rain in the Cities for the past 3 months, almost 19 inches of it, and we still have 10 days to go in this month. After a dry June and July, the heavens opened, and the water has not abated. In addition, it’s been very dreary here, with not many days of sunshine either. It seemed as though on the days it didn’t rain, it was threatening to and so was so so overcast. Until Saturday, morning, that is. Just as the song says, “Such a sky you never did see.” The clouds had all whisked themselves away to Wisconsin, or North Dakota, or somewhere else, and we had that brilliant sunshine just spilling over. The natives knew what a special day it was, too, since they were out in any public place with their dogs, children in strollers, on roller blades, riding bikes, running and just enjoying themselves. We know that soon it will not be this way, and this day was a gift. We did just want to wrap it up and a ribbon and store it, to bring it out one cold and bitter January day, and just remember it.
Boyd and Harald were at the church preparing things for their big dinner the next day, but we all assembled at their home about 1:30. Connie and Steve had been out doing parent thing with Jeffrey, buying him groceries and a new office chair. Beulah Mae was so happy to see everyone. She knew she would find someone at least who would give her a tummy scratching, and Jeffrey obliged.

We all piled into Boyd’s cool car with its satellite radio and headed out. Definitely the day to have the windows open and just let the breeze cool us all off. First stop was the Art Materials store. I took more pictures of the walls and walls of markers, pencils, art supplies, and displays. It’s definitely a place to get the creative juices flowing. Connie had lots of fun just looking at everything. She got even more excited at having the educator’s discount offered to her. Jeffrey picked up some stretched canvases, for his studies, too.

Then it was to Magers and Quinn. It’s a large independent bookseller with a wide variety of titles, and lots of used books. We just hung out for a while, each of us pursuing our own interests. Steve settled in one of the few chairs in the history section, while Connie was having so much fun in the art section. Jeffrey found several books that caught his interest, too. Connie said, very proudly, that she had managed to raise children who were all readers.
Our stop at Penzey’s was short. Boyd needed some peppercorns (they only had about 20 different kinds of them). I could have spent lots more time in there, but it’s not a great general interest browsing shop unless you are into a lot of gourmet cooking.
I think we were all getting a bit tired when we hit Trader Joes. Connie and Steve stocked up on the cheap wine they had heard so much about. Boyd and I were more into snack foods and green beans. It’s a fun place to shop. Their bread is excellent and I do like their organic slant they have to their products.
We all sort of crashed after that, back at the house and just noshed for a while. Boyd had delicious chips, fresh salsa, guacamole, and brie and crackers. We decided on a place for dinner. It took a few minutes, since we did have several choices. Stella’s Fish Shack (which was anything but a shack) won out over Mexican, but just barely. We made reservations for seven. And yes, you do need reservations for six on a Saturday night, since this place has four stories with seating on the roof.
Lots of lively conversation flowed. As Boyd said, Connie, Steve and Jeffrey are like family now. We feel so comfortable with them. They are just good friends. We were celebrating in a way, so many good things, like Jeffrey doing well in school, Connie’s clear CAT scan, life in the fall with good friends. We parted with a gift of Boyd’s award winning crab apple jelly in our arms. Life doesn’t get a whole lot better than this.

Never Underestimate the Power of a Determined Woman

I am the oldest of three daughters, and I probably drove my two younger sisters nuts with my bossy ways. Our mother raised us to be feminists in a way, though she had trouble following through with her precepts.
Not so with my younger sister, Janet. The word “determined” springs to mind immediately when I think of her. Case in point: her recent achievement. She graduated from Utah State University and then went on to get her Masters in Speech/ Communicative Disorders from Northwestern. After practicing in schools for a while, she stayed home to raise her three boys, but found herself back at Utah State for a while.
Then she took the big leap to realize a dream that she had always had: to be a published writer. It’s been a long haul for her. She worked on a collaborative effort, The Book Lover’s Cookbook, and had much fun with that. It’s a compilation quotes and stories about food in literature and recipes that go along with them. It’s a delightful read and has some great pieces as well as excellent recipes. But she really wanted to write her own stuff. Her own fiction. After finishing her first novel, she shopped it around and got rejected, and rejected again, and again. Not because the writing wasn’t good, (it’s excellent), but the topic is a bit touchy in the circles she runs in, LDS (Mormon) writers. The biggies would not touch it because it mentioned the word polygamy. But it’s not about polygamy. It’s fiction, the story of a wonderful romance, along with great colorful characters, and wonderful humor. She has always had a unique sense of humor, and it’s a great part of the books.
Finally, her one last hope came through. A regional publisher has picked it up. We are so excited about it coming out. I know our mother would be so proud of her. I feel a small part of it. I helped her with editing, both content and grammar and all that. We had many a discussion of motivation and plot, (my other sister, Ellen, has a sharp eye for detail and is a great sounding board).
So, next week. Don’t You Marry the Mormon Boys, comes out. You can mosey over to her website, http://www.janetjensen.com/ or her blog, http://www.janetkayjensen.blogspot.com/ to get more information about her, the book, and what’s next. I look at this publishing as a dream realized, and well deserved. You can also see pictures of her lovely grand daughter Paige.
Mom would be so proud. I know I am.

Drooling Grandma Here!

I am going to try to add some images here, of my darling grandchildren. Of course, they are smart, funny and cute as can be.

There are three of them, Breanna, age 6, Liam, age 3, and Jordyn, age 2. Breanna and Liam live in the wetlands of Oregon and Jordyn fends for herself in Salt Lake City.

Let's see how the pictures go here.

Hello World!

I have no idea what I am doing here, but I thought this might be fun. Everyone I know, just about has a blog. I am a transplanted Westerner who is trying to find her way amongst the Scandahoovians and others who live in the Midwest. They are a strange breed, these Midwesterners, at least the ones I have run into in Minnesota. But I am learning their ways, especially how to dress for the cold weather, and how to knit. As soon as I figure out how to do it, I will be adding pictures of my socks.
I am also a journal writer, and have an interest in the craft and uses for journal writing.
Excuse me now, while I go off to find out how to add pictures and maybe even vent a little.