Monday Morning Staff Meeting - the Long Time No See Edition

Good morning everyone! So sorry for my long absence. Thanks to all my loyal friends who e-mailed me inquiring about our health and well-being. It never ceases to amaze that I've managed to meet such wonderful people thanks to the magic of the internet.

We are somewhat healthy. The Son works at a nursing home/rehabilitation center and it's like a daycare facility, when one person gets sick the illness spreads like wildfire. The flu has made it's way through our house and now the Other Mother is sick (went to Urgent Care yesterday) with things going downhill as I type this entry. The Son, R.N. will be home in a few minutes and will make the assessment as to whether to go to the E.R. It's a good thing to have a medical professional under the roof when dealing with the health of a 90-yr-old.

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I've got a 3 x 5 index card here on my desk with notes about all the things I have to tell you. Hopefully I'll be able to do that in the next couple of days and get myself back into the writing/blogging groove. Writing is a habit that we must cultivate. Can you remember the last time you wrote something BEFORE the internet came along? Unless you're a writing professional it was probably in high school.

I've said before that my high school English teacher is cheering from heaven about the fact that so many naturally talented writers are emerging from this technology. And she's equally happy about the fact that the medium has leveled the playing field and given exposure to those people who would never otherwise have been noticed.

I've said before that Jesse White Crow is one of my favorites. He walked across the United States, stopping in public libraries to post his entries. He composes the most spectacular sentences. I remember reading as he went along and saying to myself, "If only I could put words together like this".

Here's my all-time favorite White Crow sentence:

"In a minute the coyote is over by the dry creek bed singing it's painful woes to a night that makes all of creation wish they'd mastered fire."

JESSE WHITE CROW

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I'd like to introduce you to another wonderful writer. Her name is Lucy and she lives in a 100-yr-old Victorian home in the north of England. Oh, be still my heart. Her blog is called Attic 24. I don't know what the 24 stands for but she does indeed have an attic from which she regularly takes photos. This is such a good idea I just might steal it although the view from my window isn't quite as breathtaking as hers.

ATTIC 24

Whilst poking around online, looking for crochet patterns or fellow crochet enthusiasts, I found her site and was immediately drawn in. Her crocheted blankets are such beauties of color and design, they make your heart sing. But stop and read because she shares her life with such beautiful words.

Don't miss her trip to Dorset with photos of her Mum's cottage! Omigosh, I want to book a flight as we speak. Can you imagine the cozy wonderfulness (is that a word?) of such a place?

VISIT TO DORSET

Love the lime green door and that old Esse stove makes me want to curl up with some yarn and a crochet hook.

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There will be more tomorrow including an update on the Other Mother. See you then and thanks for your loyalty, support and friendship. It means everything to me.

(Sorry, no photos today - just words.)