Greetings friends and drifters!
I have returned from 10 days with family in the sunny (and expensive) world of Disney and the Florida beach. It was exhausting, invigorating, and, as always, eye opening.
Because of bad posture in the past (so my husband says) I have a hard time standing up straight. I’ve been working on that for some time now, but walking around the park for 12 hours did a number on my shoulder and back. So the second day I rented a handicap scooter.
You would have thought I spilled cherry Kool-Aid on my white shirt.
Instead of reveling in the relief of the strain on my shoulder, I became totally self conscious and embarrassed. I felt all eyes on me, as everyone else was walking while I was riding.
Even more weird is that I wasn’t the only one riding a scooter.
I would have done anything for my fellow rider — I thought nothing of renting her a ride. But it was something else when I was the rider.
Why couldn’t I walk like everyone else? I’m not that old. I’m not that out of shape. Everyone else could cross back and forth across the parks — why couldn’t I?
I think it was more of my having to accept my own reality that blew me away. I really was older than most around me. I really did have a hard time keeping up with kids and grandkids. I should have been able to ride roller coasters and stand in line for a half hour and wander from ride to ride without help. But I couldn’t.
I don’t know exactly what image I held in my mind of where I was in my life, but it certainly didn’t match my reality in Florida.
And that upset me.
We all say we know who we are and what we feel and what made us what we are. But do we always?
I didn’t think I’d have such an adverse reaction to something as simple as riding a scooter through an amusement park. I never thought I’d choose being embarrassed and uncomfortable over taking care of myself.
Happily, I snapped out of my self pity fog by the second day. I did need help getting around and I was fortunate enough to be able to rent mobility to make my days easier.
I was lucky to be at the park, period. Others were not as lucky.
But looking yourself in the eye can be … well, eye-opening. And better to accept it earlier than later. Once you do you still have a world of options before you.
Be who you are. Be proud of who you are. And don’t let it hold you back from moving forward in your life.
The parks were just marvelous …

Things! Things! Everybody loves things! Especially when they are odd and unique and accessible through Sunday Evening Art Galleries!
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It seems many of us are never satisfied with our work.












Early this morning, I’m sitting here listening to Beegie Adair, a marvelous piano player who is a master at playing songs long gone by (she can be found on You Tube), thinking of a half-asleep thought/dream I had last night.
There is nothing more breathtaking than precious stones. Not only things made from them but shades of them in nature and in our own houses.



















































The Midwest is buried beneath inches of snow, singing the freezing songs of their ancestors, while most of us shovel and grumble and fall down in snowbanks.


































I have been under the weather lately, having fought a flu-like bug or something similar. It’s the time of the year when most of us are vulnerable …. warm spring weather one day, below freezing the next. There is a phrase for those living in Wisconsin — Don’t like the weather? Wait a day.







Today is one of those days everyone wishes they had more often … one of those therapeutic, do nothing, think nothing cloudy rainy days at home.















Sorry I haven’t been around to chat lately…. I’ve been doing full-time granny duty while my son and his wife took a business/pleasure trip to Hawaii.

















“Things” are everywhere! And so many artists create so many things that defy categories. That’s what makes this unique art.




























A big task ahead — one that takes patience, energy, and perseverance. I wonder if I’m up to it….































I can’t tell if I feel a little creeped out or it’s just adjusting to the next step of AI-ness.















These days I find I don’t have a lot of chit chat to share. It’s like there’s a gap in my brain somewhere that provides a bit of numbness to the world around me. 








































































It has been too long since we took a trip back through the Galleries and peeked at the beautiful Landscapes found there.























More of Charles Sequevya Loloma’s jewelry can be found at 
Here I am in January, talking the same &hit I’ve been talking for the past 30 years.