Archive for May, 2012
I’m certainly not a film maker but I wanted to try my hand at uploading a video of my own making nonetheless.
Picture it. Muskie Bay, 2012. One of many small bays in a relatively small lake set in the middle of Wisconsin. The sun has gone down and the wetland music begins. In the background we hear the motor of Whitie going off for an evening of fishing on the other side of the lake. The silence of a peaceful respite is anything but silent, but calming just the same.
I was under the impression that if I took some time away from the blog that I would return with abundant topics about which I could write, or at least show some photographs. I’ve got nothing. Nothing today, at least.
The holiday weekend was spent with a
bunch of weirdos my family at our cottage in Wisconsin. Along with some rainy weather we had lots of good food and plenty of laughs. The place had not been overrun by bats or mice over the winter so poop patrol was unnecessary. Yay! I was hoping to cure my sleep deprivation, but that didn’t work out too well. I also tried to make a video of the very impressive thunderstorm on Saturday night, but that didn’t work out either. I did get a little video made of our beloved Muskie Bay with all its chirping frogs, but I can’t figure out how to move it from my smarty phone to YouTube. Not much fell perfectly into place, which isn’t really great blog fodder.
While it’s true I had a lovely weekend I can’t prove it here. I’ve got no pictures (or videos) to share, nor do I have any stories at this particular moment. In fact, I shouldn’t even be posting this because it really amounts to nothing in the big, bloggy scheme of things.
Long and short of it ~ I’m here to say I’ve got nothing to say. Don’t you just hate when that happens?
There was one disturbing discovery I made. The guy who lives a couple cottages down from us is the spitting image of Bob from Twin Peaks.
With that I bid you good night. Or good day, depending on when you read this. Perhaps by the next time I post I’ll have something interesting to say, even if it’s only about the nightmares I’m bound to have about Bob lurking at the foot of my bed. Until then remember, the owls are not what they seem.
Thank you, internets. Or more appropriately, all of you behind what I find on the internets. I can always count on you. The thing is, I was procrastinating, I was feeling overwhelmed, I was filled with electrifying jolts of anxiety and you all came through for me in a very weird act of bloggy synchronicity.
I’m still procrastinating, feeling overwhelmed, and filled with electrifying jolts of anxiety, but I found I’m not the only one. I’m not the freak I thought I was.
Misery loves company…and education and enlightenment. I get them all with you. I can rest easy knowing there are so many of you out there in the vastness of cyberspace who are going through the same things as I am, or have the answers on how to hurl myself out of this spiraling vortex of disaster.
In my frazzled glory I’m going to leave it all up to you this week. I’ve got things to do, but I’ll be watching you in between the tasks and chores. Have a marvy week.
After an especially aggravating day I sat on my little corner of the couch, wishing for a vacation. I don’t think I’ll be taking a true vacation any time soon, as craft show season is sneaking up faster that I imagined it would. With that thought a small smile came to my face. Craft show season ~ it’s like lots of mini vacations for Husby and me.
I usually get antsy around March and April having been away from the circuit for several months. This year March and April were occupied with the care and vigil of Husby’s dad so the ants in my pants were kept at bay, my mind on more pressing matters. Now that the dust has settled and things are returning to normal the eagerness to get out to these en plein air shows and festivals is overwhelming me. I’m totally ready to get on the road again.
The first show I do is the Chateau St. Croix Winery and Vineyard Fete Des Fleurs ~ a festival celebrating the blooming of the grape vines. Husby and I have returned to this event for several years as it has become one of our favorite venues.
The winery inspired my grape-themed bottle cap magnets. They’re available at the show and in my Etsy shop. Each is charming in its own way and depict delicious wine at its infancy.
No, I don’t see a typical vacation in my near future, but I sure am looking forward to spending some time meeting festival goers and revisiting old friends. A working vacation, as it were. But like they say, it isn’t work if you love it. Bring on the shows…I’m ready.
If you’d like to visit some of the great events and festivals on my summer route you can find information on the 2012 Events tab at the top of this page. The page will be updated as shows are added to my schedule.
This Sunday many of us will be honoring mothers or being honored by children…or both! Hooray for mothers, for without them we would never have the quirky malfunctions of character that make us so loveable!
Oh you know I’m just kidding. And I know that the 1915 song M-O-T-H-E-R was written about moms exactly like mine.
“M” is for the million things she gave me
“O” means only that she’s growing old
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me
“H” is for her heart of purest gold
“E” is for her eyes, with love-light shining
“R” means right, and right she’ll always be
Put them all together and they spell MOTHER, a word that means the world to me.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who have given it everything you’ve got!