Change of course

I've decided to change the direction of my blog to "Letters to D".

Dalon is my best friend and through the last 20 years she has been the one I write to in good and bad. Believe it or not, she files all my writing away for that day I suppose, I either hit it big or my ashes or thrown out to sea. She's the safe keeper of my words and my trusted counterpart in this journey.

This picture was taken in September of 2008 down at the Oscar Anderson house in Anchorage, AK. I've always loved that house. This morning though I was exceptionally crabby and she of course had a smile on her face.

So here the new direction begins below:

Hey there!

Wow, that was super fast. I'm so glad you liked the skirt. Remind me again, what was the cover? That was the package sitting in my car for a time or to. This month's cover is a beautiful picture of an dark haired angel painting a smaller angel of herself in the palm of her hand. The quote is "Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it." - Lucy Maud Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables)

Did you make it through the Holidays? How are the boys? Is your Mom still visiting? Did you paint the guest bedroom? Is the bookclub with the church? I'm drinking a cup of coffee waiting for my trailrunners to beat the hell out of the dryer. This will be more action than my shoes have had in over a month. I did though finally rescue all my shoes off the porch. We had another crazy storm yesterday; 60 mph winds with hail prancing through the state. Goodness!

I treated myself to a massage for Monday. Since I'm staying in Anacortes for vacation, I'm treating myself to a little indulgence just about every day....I deserve it! I have a new mantra for 2009, "Just screw it"......................I've already adopted it for the last few remaining days of 2008.

I have a new friend. His name is Kenny and he lives two houses over. A very nice guy. He fixed my broken gate while I was in Hawaii. I thought it was Jayson finally fixing it after seven and a half years. Paulie, my 85 year old neighbor, this is to the east, mentioned my gate at the soroptomist last week. She was giving me some subtle hints about what a great guy he is and a Shipwright at Dakota Creek. We met when he first moved in a few months ago, but I first noticed him in the post office over a year ago. He was talking in the line about TV. He commented why should he sit on his butt and watch a story about someone else's life, he was going to go get his own life and witness first hand other's stories. I liked that comment and filed it away in my deck of wisdom.

On Saturday, I ran into him and thanked him so much for fixing my gate and he was so humble about it. A real gentleman. I had this large box in my hands that I was taking out to my car and he just took it out of my hands without even saying anything and put it in my car. It was such a simple gesture. In those simple gestures people show you who they really are. I believe, you'll have to look it up in the Bible, but there's a verse about Deeds speak the truth - something like that and how words are ??? I just butchered it.

My blog? I don't know, D. I'm not sure that's the direction I want to continue on with my writing. I am writing though. My Mom bought me these incredible books for Christmas by Natalie Goldberg. I was delighted. They were on my list to check out at the library. I love books.

By the way, I read The Last Lecture on Christmas. Still brought tears to my eyes. I decided to pay it forward though and share the book with my brother. He got engaged on Christmas Eve to Annie, another Nurse at UCLA. They've been together for the last two years. Annie is from the mid-west. My mom likes her and said she's just a spit fire. My brother and I haven't talked in a number of months. The book though reminded me though that People are more important than things and sometimes you have to wave the white flag. Aside from "Just screw it", I'm going to work on being more accepting of others and respect where they are in life. I cannot control others.

I ordered a pair of cowboy boots for my Christmas present. They should be here by the end of the week. Don't ask me why. Because I don't know. There's just something in me that wanted these boots. Something I could not explain. I feel that I need to be in an Adobe house with a window above the bathroom sink that opens up into a courtyard with flowers. I'm going to make it point to follow those impulses......I never signed up to Live a Practical life. We've had this discussion over the years time and time again. Remember it all started in the attic of that used furniture store when I wanted that white antique couch. By the way, I don't recall you commenting on my white couch when you were here in May? he! he! he!