Monthly Archives: March 2018

siesta fiesta.

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so here it is, the last day of march

and i just found out that march is national sleep month

had i known i would have fully celebrated

each and every day

like a long fiesta with long siestas

and i will do my best to make up for it today

who am i not to honor a holiday?

“there is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”

-homer

 

 

 

 

image credit: animalandnature.com

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grassroots.

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i loved this grassroots campaigner 

and his simple old-school way to reach the people

no glitz, no glam, no sound bites

just two young volunteers helping him

a speaker playing music

 food and drink handed out for free

 petitions passed around and signed

hands shaken

  questions answered

face to face

good to see a real person. 

 

“the little grassroots people can change this world.”

 wangari maathai

 – kenyan politcal activist, awarded the 2004 Nobel Peace Prize for her

“contribution to sustainable development, democracy and peace”.

where hobbies, hijinks, and capers go bad = my childhood #1

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it began with the arrival of a letter when i was seven years old

with stamp on it that looked different from any i had ever seen

so beautiful and very exotic

and it came from my nana

who lived far away from michigan, in the exotic land of florida.

i thought that it was beautiful

and i decided then and there to become a stamp collector.

i cut that stamp from the envelope and glued it into a notebook.

not long after

i saw an offer to join a monthly stamp collecting club

in my archie comic book

and i noticed, as  i went to send in the offer

 that a parent had to sign it

so i asked my dad to give me his autograph on a piece of scrap paper

cut it out and glued it onto the form

(an early foray into my ill-fated attempts at a criminal career)

added in 99 cents from my piggy bank

and i was off to the races.

i eagerly awaited the day my first stamps would arrive

i had chosen some beauties and i ran home every day

hoping to find them in the mail

and on one glorious day – they were waiting for me!

i tore open the envelope

excitedly looked through them

licked them and placed them in my book

already looking forward to the next month’s arrival.

no one in my family was a collector

so i was taken by surprise when i showed them off to my friend’s older sister

who told me that real collectors only put them in cases

never touch them, and would never, ever lick them

– or they would instantly be made worthless!

i was quite taken aback

as it had never occurred to me that

this would be the reason people collected them

i had thought of them more as a collection of tiny beautiful pictures,

pieces of art, from places far away –

new guinea, finland, new zealand and even the legendary land of  canada

i had chosen flowers, and children, and animals, and pretty designs

with no interest at all in old president’s heads, history, nor with any regard for value.

my version of ‘stamp collecting’ was simply collecting my favorites

and keeping them all in one place, in my special notebook.

i have always loved a mix of patterns and colors and collages of things.

the other thing i had not considered at all

was that i had no income

and would have to continue to pay in order to continue to receive stamps

the next month, when my new set arrived

i gathered more change together, put it in an envelope,

and of course it was never received.

they sent a new batch of stamps along with a due bill and i was panicked

still without any source of income

always waiting for them to show up at the door to tell my parents and to collect.

by the third month,

i simply collected envelopes that came from them

affixed with boring american stamps,

filled with letters, asking me to pay up

and my stamp collecting hobby fell by the wayside.

though i still have a great appreciation for beautiful stamps

and love licking them to put on handwritten letters that i send to places all over the world.

“synonyms for collectable postage stamps: “sticky treasures,”

“collection of paper heads,” “pretty bits of paper,” and “colorful scraps.”

-alan brandley – The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

 

museum.

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curbside museum

a small and quirky museum hidden is inside a fence

in canmore, alberta, canada

curbside museum is an unassuming curiosity in the mountain town of canmore, canada. the tiny museum is always packed with intricate little exhibits that rotate every so often. each exhibit is incredibly detailed, their contents all stuffing the glass showcase to the brim with a delightfully unexpected assortment of items.

this tiny museum is hidden within a hole in a fence that lines a busy street. the gilded frame is the only hint that this particular stretch of fence holds more than first meets the eye. you could easily walk right past it if you weren’t paying attention.

you’ll find subjects ranging from common scenes to those that transcend into the realm of fantasy. some of the showcases take on a more serious, factual tone, though many exhibits do indeed have an element of whimsy and charm.

the museum is a fun addition to the town and adds a moment of joy for any pedestrians who stop and take a peek. it’s a reward for eagled-eyed passersby who take the time to notice their surroundings. the museum is free and is open day and night.

“a museum should not just be a place for fancy paintings

but should be a place where we can

communicate our lives through our everyday objects.”

-orhan pamuk

 

 

 

 

credits:  curbside museum, atlas obscura.com, city of canmore, alberta

run.

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et, longtime sporty friend of mine

signed up to do a quick 5k this morning

prior to our bookclub brunch

and was surprised to learn

that she was somehow stuck doing a 5-miler

due to a ‘volunteer miscommunication error’

and toughed it out, arriving  on time.

please note the difference in her demeanor, expression, and body language

in the photos

before (above)

still running and realizing the mileage

and

after (below)

arriving at brunch and enjoying a breakfast bud light.

here’s to her mighty spirit.“either you run the day or the day runs you.”

-jim rohn

march forward in march.

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proud to march today

with neighbors near and far

and with daughter and grandies

carrying the spirit and our legacy.

 

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“only those with tenacity can march forward in march”
― ernest agyemang yeboah

 

 

 

 

credit: click on detroit, wdiv-tv, meredith bruckner