Day 2868: Muted.

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Click here for Lionel Richie, Goodbye.

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Kitchen window update:

I just saw a tiny triumph to start the day.

From the vantage point of my kitchen window, I observe

the comings and goings of our little neighborhood, 

The little princess, as I call her, was walking the dog with her Dad.

They had devised a new way, she crawled inside her Dad's t-shirt.

So that her back was to his front, her head was under his chin.

It required them to walk in unison, which they did.

Their little white puff dog seemed to think it was odd?

As they got home and were ready to go in, the

little fuzzy guy wasn't ready to go in. So they waited.

I liked that, and they got to be as one a bit longer.

Then the Mom came out, ready to leave, there were goodbyes.

Princess came out of Dad's cocoon and walked Mom out.

Then Dad asked Princess something, and she nodded yes.

Next, Princess had a piggy-back ride on Dad.

Cute family.

 

Just because...

 

5 smiles for Wednesday ...

Day 2700: 7.397260273972603 years

"Polly": ballpoint drawing, gesso, junk mail collage, digital.

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Click here for Michael Buble & Diana Krall, Alone Again.

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I just got up from a nap. I am in the studio 

and getting ready to find something for today's blog.

I noticed day #2700 and wondered what that was in years?

Thus the title. Doing this silly blog every single day for 7.39 + years has been mainly fun. Of course, some days are better than others, but then so am I. But,
I am going to give credit for showing up.

I also want to thank some of you who take time to comment on the blog, or on email or FB. Encouragement is a wonderful thing. 

"One kind word can change someone's entire day."

 

Today I met Valerie for lunch in Old Town Orange at ...

( a rare shot with no traffic?)

 Fish tacos are their specialty and we enjoyed them.

 

We went next door to ...

We walked through this giant country antique store. 

It's huge, half a block of little stores inside? 

I think you could get lost in there and never be found?

 

On my way to my car, I took some window shots.

 Sometimes they work, sometimes not?

Thanks, Valerie!

 

just because ...

A smile for Wednesday ...

Day 2640: Cursive or no cursive?

Coca-Cola Cursive: collage, photo & digital.

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Click here for  Teena Marie, Deja Vu, I've Been Here Before.

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Last week I gave Grandhunk #3 money (the preferred gift),

and a sweet letter for his 19th birthday. 

He opened it when we were alone and I noticed 

he stared at it along time. I had written in cursive. 

He said it was hard to read.

I had heard people talk about the end of cursive, 

but this was my first direct encounter with the results. 

 

I remember third grade and working repeatedly to get 

the Palmer method to come out of my pencil. 

It felt like an adult task and I was happy to work at it. 

"The new Common Core State Standards, 

a set of national benchmarks for American public schools, 

do not require students to learn cursive. As a result, states 

and districts are grappling with whether to teach this skill."

 

"The technology associated with this Computer Age has 

required adults and children alike to learn how to utilize various communication devices, to the exclusion of cursive writing."

My Zack finally got through the page and smiled.

He said he was going to keep it in his wallet.

I read: "E-mail messages are routinely deleted. 

Letters written in cursive are saved and cherished."

What do you think?

A smile for Saturday ...

Day 2556: Works in progress.

Geisha Sriese #18: old print, junk mail collage, color, digital.

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Click here for  Eve Cassidy, Over The Rainbow.

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The Fantasy/Travel Journal class at ASW/ Catalyst (here)....

is moving right along after class 2 of 4, Thursday.

Bill

Everybody working on one or more journals, all so different.

Susan

Susan is our jet-setter, in from Detroit, off to Tanzania Thursday!

Susan

Linda

Julie

Julie is our "speed demon" artist, work faster than all of us together.

Julie

Connie

Ann

Ann is our "over-achiever", a metal binding, solder and jewels!

 

Ann

Most of us have finished the journal's exterior ...

jacki

 and are ready to start playing with the interior pages.

 

jacki

It's a work in progress. Like life.

2GN2S:

ultima Thule

PRONUNCIATION:

(UL-tuh-muh THOO-lee)

MEANING:

noun:
1. The northernmost part of the world believed habitable by the ancients.
2. A distant or remote goal or place.
3. The farthest point.

ETYMOLOGY:

From Latin ultima (farthest) + Thule, a place believed by ancient people to be the northernmost, variously identified as Iceland, Norway, Greenland, or Shetland Islands. Earliest documented use: 1771.

For extra credit: Do you know why this seemed relevant today?

A hint?

A smile for Friday ...