QUILT

I found these vintage bowtie squares at the antique show about 8 days ago, so I decided to put them together for a sweet little quilt. Happy Belated Birthday, Mom!!

Lobelia

I have these planted in all the pots on my patio. Very pretty!

Hydrangeas

My hydrangeas are loving the really cool weather. This is the summer that wasn't. Can you believe that the high today is only 67 degrees?

Flowers in my Yard

My daylilies are out of control! Here's a close up. Imagine two very long solid rows of these on either side of my driveway all the way to the street!!


I also have Black Hollyhocks. The jury is still out on whether or not I like these.

Don's New Boat

Wow!! Don finally bit the bullet and bought the boat!

It's 18.5 ft. of aluminum with a 90 hs 4 stroke Suzuki with a 9.9 hp Susuki kicker. I think Don has named it the Doris Ann!

HOT DOG!!

Even though the high temp here was 59 and it rained for hours and tomorrow doesn't look any better, I have some really good news!! I don't have to see any of those naughty boys and girls in second and fourth periods again except in passing next year! WOOT WOOT!!!! I cannot say that I will miss any of them, and did you notice the date?? Wow!! It is so late in the year to still be having school! Tomorrow I plan to finish grading all the finals that I administered Monday and as many finals as I can administered today; then I'll only have one class set for Thursday and one class set for Friday. It cannot come soon enough - - I am so done. One of my gangsta boys came in today so high on pot it was glaringly obvious!! I just laughed at him and said, "Pablo, you look like you mixed up some cookie dough, put some on a cookie sheet, slid the pan in the oven, and BAKED them!" He was too stoned to get it but the girl next to him said, "She gotcha!!" Who cares - - this was the ABSOLUTE first time he behaved in class all year; I'll take that!
Well, dinner is on Don - - either pancakes or canned soup - - but I'm not complaining!
Dottie

Today is Friday, May 28th. I've been chewing on a little question lately - - What is inspiration? What inspires? I know this is because I am between quilts and between books, and we are at the end of the school year. The weather is still nasty; Rose Festival is around the corner, and I haven't nailed down my summer plans. Don and I have come to the conclusion that we might as well stay where we are - - it is a little slice of heaven, after all. Aside from some major weeding, I'll have some time on my hands. I'm almost ready to start writing - at least I'm thinking about fixin' to begin collecting ideas. I don't have an overwhelming urge to tell a particular story. Maybe a little poetry could budge my writer's slump. So here goes.

Confines (n)

Have you ever wondered what's really up there?
Stars, galaxies, droplets of infinity
Neurons all firing faster than light
Creases and courses
A waterfall of wings that ride on some colossal current
Bigger than my brain can conceive
No edge or end, no death
All atoms, particles, spaces between orts of matter
Driven by some urge, some pulse never ending
Cogs and ribbons moving to some rhythm
Many, many rhythms.
But why?
I like my thoughts within a frame
A square or rectangle or even a circle
Crazy swirls of maple burl can be forced into one plank of wood
Infinite color and imagination can be confined to a canvas
All manner of expression and situation can be bound in a book
Within a skull an entire lifetime is stored.
It is when one gets to the rim, that dropping-off point,
Words lose meaning
No logic just fear
What really is up there?
Is it forevers?
Can it fit in my skin?

Dottie, 2010

Maybe now I have some direction as to which way to go.

See ya,
D