Thirty Three Second Meditation

March 23rd, 2018

I couldn’t resist watching this determined plant, being blown by the wind and peeking up though the snow.

Anne’s Linen….

March 23rd, 2018

I have to quickly eat lunch then go to the Cambridge Co-op where I’m working this afternoon.  But I wanted to show you all what I was working on this morning.

This is a lovely linen that Anne gave me.  My idea is to make it a part of a quilt.

I’m not finished with the drawing yet, this is as far as I was able to get today.

Fate Gets The Sheep

March 23rd, 2018

Snails Were My Playmates

March 22nd, 2018


I asked Silvia about the snails she befriended as a child, when she came to pick up on of my Socrates, the Snail Potholders today.

She told me that when she was a child in Germany, there were no other children around so she played by herself.  But there were snails where she lived,  big snails.   “I can relate to your special connection to Socrates” She wrote me, “Snails were my childhood playmates.”

I quickly sold out of my Socrates the Snail Potholders, but I do have some other potholders for sale in my Etsy Shop.

And if anyone wanted a Socrates the Snail Potholder and didn’t get one, let me know. I don’t think I’m done making them yet.

I like drawing that snail.



Tomorrow’s Breakfast

March 22nd, 2018

Bob’s Random Act of Kindness

March 22nd, 2018

I was having lunch with my friend Athena at the Round House Cafe, when I looked up and there was Bob from the Mansion.

We said hello and he handed me and Athena a little chocolate bar with a note stapled to it.

You are the recipient of a random act of kindness, it said.

Julie, who works at The Mansion was walking around town with Bob as he distributed the treats.

The last time I was at the Mansion Bob told me a story of how in 1968 he was paid to  rent a convertible and drive a Massachusetts Senator down to Florida.

On the same day,  Alice, who also lives at The Mansion,  told me of how when she was a kid, sometimes there was so much snow her father would walk ahead of her to school and he would tamp down the snow with his feet, so she could walk in it.

It’s pretty great having a place like The Mansion in town.  Although, before Jon and I  started visiting  it, I didn’t even know it existed.

Now I look forward to calling Bingo  on Friday nights and I can’t wait to get the clay Jon ordered.  I can see making coil pots with Joan, who had vision problems and  is looking for something to do,  and some of the other people who live there.

And sometimes I like to just sit down on the couch in the activity room and have a conversation or hear a good story, like Alice’s.

A friend just sent me an article about how when we use our hands it alters the chemistry in our brains and makes us happier.   This would explain why doing things like knitting can be so enjoyable. Not only are you using your hands, but you also have something to show for it when your done.

They even did a study with rats and found the rats who had to dig a hole to get their food were less stressed than the rats who didn’t have to do anything to get their food.

This is one of those things that some of us just seem to intuitively know, or learn from experience.

It’s important to have some kind of work to do. And even better if that work can result in something achieved.

Like Bobs random act of kindness.


We’re Marching For Our Lives In Cambridge, NY This Saturday

March 21st, 2018

Me and the Crocheted Gun and Baby Blanket Sculpture.       Photo by Jon Katz

I woke up before it got light and lay in bed thinking of how I could make my Crocheted Gun and Baby Blanket into a sign I could carry with me on March For Our Lives this Saturday.

The march will take place in Washington DC with sibling marches all over the country.  Jon and I will be walking with our neighbors (many of them are gun owners, like me and Jon)  in our small Upstate NY town of Cambridge.

The march was organized by the students from Parkland Florida.  It’s not about outlawing guns, but about doing what it takes to  make students safe in their schools.

I am inspired by the kids from Parkland.  I see in what they are doing hope that things can actually change.

I want to be a part of that.

As I lay in bed this morning, I decided instead of a traditional sign, I wanted to use the actual Crocheted Gun And Baby Blanket in a sculpture I could march with.

Eventually I came to see that it needed to be on a flat round surface.  In my mind, I traveled though the house and barn, looking for something round that I could easily attach to a stick of wood and was strong enough to hold the gun.

As I trolled through the kitchen I saw the pizza pan on the top shelf of the bottom cabinet.  I pictured its size (easy, the size of a pizza) and the size I remember the gun to be and thought it was just right.

I knew I could find a piece of wood in the basement for the stick.  Then I imagined drilling holes and using screws and bolts to attach the wood to the pizza pan.

I imagined drilling  more holes to attach the blanket and gun to the pizza pan.  I could use monofilament to tie the blanket down, but thought it might be easier to use wire to hold the gun on.

In one way, the piece was already made before I got out of bed.

The pizza pan and the stick of wood from the basement

Of course, thinking about doing something  is always at least a little different than doing it.  I figured out what worked and what didn’t as I put the piece together.   But to my surprise, it came together much as I imagined it would.

I’m looking forward to carrying my Crocheted Gun and Baby Blanket in the march on Saturday.  More than any words I can think of, it says how I feel about guns and our country.

The finished piece I’ll be carrying in the march on Saturday

I still have some of my Crocheted Gun and Baby Blanket Postcards for sale in my Etsy Shop.  They’re great for sending to representatives.  And as mail art they are seen by everyone who handles them from the time you put them in the mail till they reach their destination. There are 8 cards to a pack and they are $12 + $3 shipping.  I’m donation 10% of the proceeds to March For Our Lives.

I was thrilled when Susie emailed me that she wanted to give 100 postcards to  Moms Demand Action For Gun Sense in America. (I’m selling the postcards for less in large quantities and for organizations like this one).

Donkey Noses

March 21st, 2018

Sweet Gus

March 20th, 2018


Gus in the Pole Barn yesterday

As many of you already know from reading Jon’s blog, Gus died yesterday.

We euthanized him last night.

He fell asleep on my arm then both Jon and I held him as he died.

I did a good part of my grieving for him over the weekend, before we made the final decision.

Now I feel very sad and relieved.

His illness was gradual and it wasn’t until this morning that I could really grasp just how sick he was.  And all the ways both his and our life, was altered by his illness.

We stopped using Gus’  muzzle over the weekend.  And we did all the things we used to do again, with a freedom that reminded me of what his life was once like.

Yesterday I took him and Fate for a walk in the woods.  Then I watched the two of them chasing each other around the backyard.  In the afternoon all three dogs settled into Jon’s office.  Gus on Lenore’s couch.

I am sad and I miss Gus.  The farm is a lot quieter and not as much fun without him.

I know at some point I’ll write more about Gus.  I want to tell you about what his dying taught me.  But I not right now.  I need a little more time.

One of the good things is that now, when I think of Gus, I don’t think of him being sick.  I think of him being his energetic, playful, entitled self.

And even thought this was my first small dog experience, I’m glad to see that I don’t associate the idea of a small dog with a sick dog. Instead  I see Gus hopping around and being a little, lovable, wild thing.

Last night, after Gus died, Jon and I were sitting on the couch holding each other.  I heard  Fate in the other room making noises in her sleep.  Maybe, I thought, Gus has come to Fate in a dream and they’re playing together.  Chasing each other around and around the house.

It made me smile to think it.

Blues, Pinks and Everything Else

March 19th, 2018

These are some patchwork pieces I’ve been working on for the past few days.  All the fabric comes from my scrap bin. Once again  I want to try and put all three of these into one quilt.   It didn’t work  the last time I tried this, but I want to try it again.