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Agatha Cardi Progress March 23, 2011

Posted by Stella☆LunaC in A Stitch in Time | Projects.
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The Agatha Cardi is coming along, inch by inch. It looks small now, but will tell more when it’s done and blocked. No worries, it’s been an adventure in raglan knitting.

The picture was taken in the evening from my iPhone, where I am also blogging from…
Back to my knitting, see ya on the flip side! 🙂
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Dog Daze March 23, 2011

Posted by Stella☆LunaC in Dog House, Weirdness in Wisconsin.
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It snowed today. Not much around here, just looking like a winter wasteland.
Lightning struck a field in Kenosha County, Monday night, killing 7 deer out standing in a field. The DNR has ruled out foul play and will leave all 7 carcasses out for nature to dispose of. I remember seeing lightning late that night while taking Igor out for his last jaunt of the night. It appeared to be in the SE, and now that I think of it, yeah…

Igor and I are not looking forward to the storms of Spring.

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What is the biggest secret you failed to keep | Writers Prompts March 21, 2011

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Write about the biggest secret you failed to keep.

Talk about a loaded question or a smoking gun….keep a secret and then blab in a blog?

I think I am the most trust-worthy person alive.  I know there have been times I have been asked not to tell someone something, “please don’t tell….” . People who need to ask you to keep a secret, probably have trust issues themselves, and therefore, need to vent to someone.  Consider yourself privileged to be appointed the position of Secret Keeper, should the opportunity arise.

I have a secret I have sworn to myself to keep, and take with me to my grave. I have never had a problem keeping my secret. It is something I just wish had never happened. Ironically, the transgression that caused such pain, became a huge trust issue with me, and it sickens me to have to keep it hidden away like this.  I consider it too damaging to my kids to even tell them, and instead will hold the person responsible for whether or not to disclose it at any time.

Trust is a big part of what makes me who I am. I remember as a child, Mom said she couldn’t stand a Liar, with a capital “L”. She would often accuse me of lying to her about this or that; knowing her temper was the one real reason I never lied to her about anything. I knew that if I got caught up in a lie, it would come back to bite me big-time, and hell hath no fury like my mother when she got mad. Things got broke, and I don’t mean objects around the house. She broke my spirit the very first time she falsely accused me of a lie. After that, I made it my goal to prove her wrong. I never got the chance to make things right with her, that I know of.

When I got married and moved away,  communication with my Mom was awkward and infrequent. I didn’t feel I could talk to her about much of anything, the trust level was not there. My dad was my best buddy, when times got rough. But he too, kept a tight lip and did not play sides where my mother was concerned.

When I was raising my kids (I had my first two at the tender age of 18 and 20) I didn’t have my mother’s support. She was just too far away to be of any help, and her opinions on how to raise children was so harsh, so military, that I avoided any discussions with her about the children. I did not agree with how she raised me, using an “iron fist” and all, and did not want any part of that with my kids. I would not subject them to the harsh methods  of discipline my mother used. Back then, it was socially acceptable for husbands to “keep their wives in their place” and when disciplining the children, “they should be seen and not heard.” Because of my experiences, I made a solemn vow to never raise my kids that way.

Unfortunately, inexperience won over and I was not able to hold to my promise, The one time I regret most was the day I stopped perpetuating the vicious cycle. It traumatized me so badly that after that, I held firm on my original promise for the remainder of their childhood.

I remain to this day, the Keeper of All Things Sacred and Secret, so after reading this,  if you have any thoughts you need to unload, don’t post them here. After all, this is a public blog. But if you have things you want to share with me personally, no worries there. What goes in one ear, usually comes out the other. File: delete. 😉

What Does Home Mean To You? March 16, 2011

Posted by Stella☆LunaC in California Dreamin', Random Musings.
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Home can come in many different forms. It can be a place you hold dear, it can be a refuge from troubled times, a state of mind, or it can be a stopover along the way to someplace else.
Watermelons make a great place to call home, if you’re a Wren or a Chickadee.

If you’ve spent any time in the military, you will know, it’s tough to settle down in one place for any length of time. Moving constantly from one post to another, you learn to travel light.

Baltimore Oreole and a clever “Suet House”
I’ve moved numerous times in my life, at least 5 times that I can recall. I’ve been over the Big Pond at least twice, calling Germany home for 18 months, even started my first year of school there. When dad’s tour overseas was over, we moved back to the US, where we stayed with Dad’s family in NJ for a while, before finally moving back to Mom’s home turf, and finally settling in California.

This picture reminds me of happier times.
No, I didn’t live in my car, but I did spend a lot of time in it, cleaning and shining it up. There was pride of place, even in the driver’s seat, and I was Queen of my tiny world.
(My home of my youth, seen in the background; I’ve revisited it in my dreams, many times) Recently, I found the old Homestead on Google Earth; it’s not as warm as I remember it, cold and neglected-looking, in a sad way. Dad was always so proud of his plush carpet of grass, and this picture makes it look so barren…

Google Earth, taken a couple years ago.

We moved to where we are now, a little over 11 years ago. We have the perfect campsite, always available, without having to make reservations a year in advance, and without the temporary camping neighbors. I can make my own cooking smells too!
Although there are places I still would like to see, I think I’ve found where I will stay the remainders of my days.
Home is where the heart is, and no matter where you lay your head at night, if you can find a little peace and solace, then you can call that Home.

To Friend or Not To Friend, What was the ?? March 8, 2011

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Ralph Waldo Emerson Was a Silent Writer http://wp.me/ppRTu-PO

Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

It’s often hard, sometimes it feels impossible, to pull away from the noisy chaos of daily life to make time for the creative life.

The Silent Writers Collective was created in response to that challenge and we meet online every Tuesday at 9 pm EST for an online writing retreat.  The retreat is open to all writers, especially those who find it hard to put aside distractions and find the time to write.

Tonight I will make reference to Ralph Waldo Emerson’s  The Comic

Aristotle’s definition of the ridiculous is, ” what is out of time and place, without danger.”

It’s often thought to be safe to joke about something,  albeit under the guise of  relative anonymity in any social network, is to minimize the maximum. It is  essentially, a hiding place for posting comments that can be construed as serious, or posted off the cuff,  in jest. “It was just a joke…” meaning, “I said it but I didn’t really mean it.”

Too often, people use social formats to expose their inner secrets, as well as their outward emotions. They become very calculated in their approach as to how they can best be served by serving “notice” to an Unsub.  Oftentimes, the Unsub is the last to know, as the progression of telegraphing the news accelerates to near epic proportions from one “Friend” to the next.

I know,  I’m on a tangent, and not a very funny one, so let me finish by adding a song by David Soul:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadow | The Daily Post at WordPress.com March 4, 2011

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadow | The Daily Post at WordPress.com.

This one was so similar to the original post, I had to share!

My photo entries are entitled, “House of Long Shadows”. We have some of the most spectacular sunsets; we try not to miss a single one. Our office downstairs faces west, while our dining room upstairs offers a great show over dinner, so we’re always in the moment when a show-stopper occurs.

Long Shadows 

House of Long Shadows

Another shot I am particularly fond of is “Mid-Winter Dusk”. I feel as though I’m in the shadows, peering out into the woods, trying to find what, or who, lies hidden in the shadows...

Mid-Winter Dusk

Silent Writers Collective Pick : Daddy’s Home! March 1, 2011

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This picture, worth a thousand words, opened wide the many memories I’ve held safe and sound in my Secret Place.
As I look into the face of the little girl holding her daddy, it takes me back to another time when I was a little girl just like her. Mom was waiting at the airport terminal for Dad to return from (?). I remember her holding me in her arms, as we were both surrounded by Servicemen, arriving from their collective flights. I had my most endearing smile at ready for anyone who even remotely resembled my daddy. One small problem was,  I thought everyone there was my daddy! As each soldier disembarked on Terra Firma, my squeals of  delight,  “Daddy!!” with arms outstretched, got quite a few smiles from the soldiers as they passed by us. I later heard of Mom’s retelling the story to her friends, of my welcome cries, much to her embarrassment; apparently it didn’t matter what race, color or ethnicity he was, I called each solder who smiled at me,  Daddy! I poured on the charm, big-time; it was my Pièce de Résistance~

Now, many years later, I see myself again, and I smile as I recognize her joy. I wonder how she will remember this day, in the years to come. Will she blog her memoirs? What will she tell her children about her recollections of Army life? How will this day shape her future? Will she be pro-active, will she be able to perpetuate the dream that her daddy worked hard to build for us, when he put his life on the line for us all,  for a brighter future with no wars, no killing, no fear.

There is a glimmer of  fear and uncertainty in the young girl’s eyes, even at her tender age. She’s too young to have fear of the things we adults have to deal with on a daily basis. But she too will learn the harsh reality of a world torn apart by turmoil, struggling to stay afloat in an economy going up in a raging inferno, like a tortured Zeppelin.

I was talking with a HS friend earlier, and she was reliving her school days while visiting her old homestead. She said she wished she could go back in time and relive her high school days. I told her, I go back at least once a day, to a date I remember with fondness. It isn’t any one day in particular, just a memory that brings a smile to my day. It’s a sort of exercise in keeping my parents, now departed, close by. I will probably never truly let go of them, for I don’t think that is a bad thing. It’s good to be reminded of where you come from, and what path life has taken you down, over the years.

I know I ramble on sometimes, about things that no one else probably cares about. We all have our memories we keep safely hidden away from the outside world. Only by an act of absolute trust, can we feel safe to expose our deepest thoughts.

I find solace in my personal blogging, for it allows me time to think in solitude, without fear of being judged by anyone but myself. I am thankful each day for my memories, as they bring me comfort in my quiet retreats.

I don’t have any pictures of me with my dad, in his Army uniform, but I do have my parents’ wedding photograph, taken in 1948.

O headache, begone! 2 minutes to Mini-Tini in a shot glass, 2 pimiento olives please…