#276–Three hats––writer, editor & writer/editor . . .

For the next several weeks, I’ll be wearing more than one hat. I’ll be a writer and an editor, both of which I normally consider myself to be. But I also have a project where I’ll be both writer and editor. For the next several weeks, I will be active in all three roles. Here’s what I mean:

Writer

Every week, usually on Thursday, I write my blog post that goes live on Friday mornings at 6 a.m. As a writer, I’m constantly alert to possible subjects to write about. And I write best when I have a deadline. There’s nothing like a deadline to kickstart motivation. You don’t have the luxury of “waiting for inspiration” or “suffering from writers’ block.”

This is where I’ll be spending most of my time in the next several weeks. Sir Groucho is keeping my chair warm.

With my self-imposed deadline, I need a topic every week. I usually know what I’m going to write about two weeks ahead, but I’m flexible enough to change whenever something happens that I want to write about. Only about half the blog posts are planned.

I often get my ideas about what to write between 2 and 4 a.m. on those nights when I wake up and can’t get back to sleep. I’ll think of something, realize that it would make a great blog post, and have it half written before I get back to sleep. Sometimes these pass the “light of day” test the next morning. Sometimes they don’t.

I will continue to wear my writer’s hat during these next several weeks.

Editor

Last October, I was offered the opportunity to edit two novels for a publisher who is also a friend. I wanted to, but everything seemed to conspire against it.

The day I was going to look over the sample chapters and see if I was interested, was the first day of two days of power outages and then another couple days before we had Internet access. So, a delay of four days right at the get-go.

My plan was to read over and give an initial evaluation to determine if I was interested. If I was, then I would edit a few chapters of each to see how long it took. Then, I would take into consideration how many pages each book would have and the complexity involved, before coming up with what I would charge for each one.

My well-used and trusty Chicago Manual of Style guide.

After the power outages, I was able to come up with an initial evaluation, and decided that I would like to do both of them. But I had a busy week coming up. I would be participating in the Victorian Belles Holiday Sale at Three Rivers Casino. I had signed up ages ago, and it would be the only direct sales opportunity I would have this year for selling my books. So, from Wednesday through Sunday, I was tied up with that. The next week was Thanksgiving with cooking and sharing with neighbors and working two days at Backstreet Gallery. During those two weeks, I got nothing done regarding the two novels.

I did get started on what I call the preliminary editing the week after Thanksgiving, but my computer mouse kept acting weird. I recharged it and it still was causing trouble. It moved like it should, but the curser didn’t show––you had to guess where it was, extremely frustrating. Then my keyboard died. New batteries didn’t help. So, I went online and ordered a new one. By now, I felt the editing project might be jinxed.

It took nearly a week, but the new keyboard arrived. I set it up and realized that a couple keys on each side were different; I’m still adjusting to that. Then my desktop screen started doing strange things. It took another couple days for me to figure that one out. By now, I just knew the editing project was jinxed.

Finally, about a week into December, I was able to edit a few chapters of each manuscript and send to the publisher. After some emails back and forth, we signed a contract. Then I could start editing in earnest.

I actually got half of one book edited before I had to pause for Christmas activities. As an editor, you read very slowly and try to notice everything––does it make sense, does it fit with what has previously been said, is the sentence grammatically correct, is the punctuation correct, and so on. And then looking up words that may potentially need to be compounded or hyphenated—rear view or rear-view or rearview. (The third one is correct for rearview mirror.) And whenever I have a question as to grammar or punctuation, my trusty Chicago Manual of Style is always handy.

Even with the pandemic, I tried to have as normal a Christmas as possible, so it meant putting up a Christmas tree, shopping, wrapping presents, Christmas cards, baking, cooking, etc.

Then shortly after the holidays, Backstreet had its once-a-year all day meeting, where I took notes. I‘m the new secretary since November 1. I got them written, sent out the minutes in draft form to all the gallery owner/members, and many changes had to be made until they seemed to be acceptable to everyone. That took the better part of a week.

It was this week before I got back to editing one of the novels. My plan is to finish editing the first one by this coming Sunday. I have only five chapters left. Then I’ll be in contact with the author next week and hope to finish up the editing work on this first novel by the end of the month. That gives me one month to work on the second one. My deadline to finish both of them is March 1.

I’ll be in serious editor mode for the next several weeks.

Ready to start chemotherapy back in October 2014. Notice all the brown hair I had then.

Writer/Editor

Since deciding to put together another book, I’ve redone the first five chapters. This is something I’ve previously written, so I’m the writer. But since I’m giving it a serious edit before it goes to my publisher, I’m also the editor. Besides, editing, I’m beefing it up, I’m adding to each chapter. So, I’m not just the writer who wrote it originally six years ago, I’m also the writer who is adding to it now. Confusing, I know.

I’m really enjoying going through it, even though, it covers a period of my life that I would never want to relive. It’s the five-month period when I was on a journey through chemo in my battle against cancer. Although a serious subject, it does have a certain amount of humor, which makes it worth reading.

As I was working on the first few chapters, I was having trouble trying to figure out past and present as to how to tell it. Each blog post is talking about the present time, what was happening that week. But I’m now looking back. If I rewrite it as looking back, I have to do a lot of changing. That is what I was doing, and I didn’t like the way it was turning out.

One of my wonderful hats I wore to keep my bald head warm. This one needed another knitted hat under it to fit right. At times during chemo, I was wearing two hats.

About 3 a.m. one night, I was thinking through this problem and came to a very obvious solution. The next morning, it passed “the light of day” test. I will simply date each chapter the date that it was originally written. That way I can stay in the present of what was happening that week. A weight had lifted off my shoulders. Now, I’m back to being excited about it!

I want to have it available for sale at the Florence Festival of Books in September, if we’re able to have the festival this year. That means, I need to have my new manuscript and photos ready to send to my publisher by April.

I’ll be doing double duty as both editor and writer on this new book.  

So, if I look a little distracted over the next several weeks, I have good reason. I’ll be wearing three hats!

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#275–Storms, swarms & crossword puzzles . . .

Storms

This past week, we had a major storm where many people lost power, a landslide closed Hwy 126 between Florence and Eugene for days, a section of Hwy 101 by Otter Rock sunk so traffic is restricted, flooding occurred along rivers, sneaker waves caused a serious threat on beaches, and so on. Like I said, it was a major storm. And it didn’t just blow through, it lasted from Monday night through Tuesday and through Tuesday night, which is when it peaked.

Flooding along the river was caused by extra high tides and prolonged heavy rains.

There was heavy rain off and on throughout. What was most impressive to me was the wind. It was strong Monday night and Tuesday. But it got truly fierce Tuesday night. It had a steady roar with the occasional gust that would make the house shudder. My house is two-story and very sturdy; it takes a lot to make it shudder. My neighbor whose bedroom faces south, slept downstairs in her guest room because the noise of the horizontal rain and wind kept her awake in her bedroom. With trees that tower higher than my house on either side, there were plenty of small branches and cones hitting the house, adding to the noise.

This storm reminded me of storms of the 1980s and ‘90s that I’ve experienced in this house. There was the July 4th storm of 1986 that knocked over my brand-new woodshed and smashed four of my newly planted rhodies. It was unusual because it was summer and the wind came from the north. There was the snowstorm of February 1989 that dumped 11 inches of snow here, and we had icicles the size of spears. In the aftermath of that storm, the high temps didn’t rise above freezing for 12 days, and we were without power or a cleared road that we could drive on the entire time. Then there was the 100 mph windstorm of December 1996 that came right up the coast.  Each town would let the next know when it hit them. With that storm, a lot of trees went down, and we were without power for six days. It definitely caused the house to shudder, but that storm blew through in a couple hours. It was not sustained like the one earlier this week.

These are some of the branches picked up after the storm. More were hauled away by Todd, my yard man. He pulled down a very, very large branch high up in a tree because it was broken off but hung up on another branch. Any wind might have brought it down.

None of these storms measured up to the Columbus Day storm of 1962 when rain and wind damaged a 50-mile wide swath from Northern California to Vancouver Island with windspeeds that hit 138 mph in Newport, 116 mph in Portland, and 127 mph in Corvallis. And the barometer hit a low of 28.85. There was incredible damage throughout. Neither I nor my house were here then.

Old-timers, who survived the ’62 storm had quite the stories to tell. I heard many of them when I attended the opening reception for The Mightiest Wind exhibit of the Columbus Day storm at the Oregon Historical Society in Portland on October 12, 2012. It marked the 50th anniversary of the storm.

Swarms

In the past few weeks, I’ve endured swarms of phone calls that I think are scams. Some I’ve received over the years and some are new. They are mostly robo calls.

I kept a partial list:

–Medicare calls about various things but the latest is to advise you of cancer screenings. I’m sure all are scams.

–Social Security wants to talk to you regarding some aspect of your benefits. Another scam.

–IRS has a warrant for your arrest. Press 1. This got my attention! Definitely a scam.

–Your Amazon account is charging your credit card $799.99. Sometimes it’s a different amount. You are instructed to press 1 if you dispute this charge. Who wouldn’t dispute it? Another scam.

–Subscription to use your own computer is expiring and your credit card is being charged $299.99 for an unlimited subscription. If you have any issues with this, call a number that they give only once. This is new, but I’m receiving it weekly. So, it’s becoming old fast.

–Stay at Marriott in Orlando, FL, which may be legit, but they aren’t paying airfare, meals, etc. I receive a similar call like this about once a year for a free stay in Orlando.

–Four credit card companies have agreed to lower your rates, just press 1. Similar calls don’t use the four-credit-cards line but do tell you to press 1 to find out how to lower your rates.  One time, it started with “Attention! Attention!” All scams, I’m sure.

–My least favorite has to do with the extended warranty on my car. Every time I’m assured that this is my final courtesy call or that it’s their final attempt to reach me. I wish!  I’ve received this one for years every few months.  During that time, I’ve had more than one car. I always ask, “Which car?” Never get an answer!

My new favorite passtime.

–My favorite so far is the American Sweepstakes where I’ll be receiving a check for $8 million. They are surprised that I have not received the notice in the mail or by email. All I have to do is pay $3,000 for a Golden Medallion seal! This one had an actual voice who kept reassuring me it was for real, whenever I told him I thought it was a scam.

Although I keep pressing ‘”2” to delete me from their calling lists, I’m sure the fun will continue!

Crossword puzzles

My dad used to do crossword puzzles and several people that I know do them. Back when I was in my 20s, I used to try the crossword puzzle in the Sunday paper. But I would usually get frustrated and not finish it. Eventually, I quit doing them until . . .

. . . we had a power outage that lasted a couple days last November two weeks before Thanksgiving. I was going through a pile of stuff on the counter and found a booklet of crossword puzzles that I forgot I had. I thought, “Why not!” It was something I could do by candlelight.

Probably not the most difficult. Definitely not the New York Times’ puzzles, but I enjoy them.

So, I selected one and worked it as far as I could without help. Then I turned to my iPhone and the trusty Internet, which continued working in spite of the power outage. I punched in the word or clue and asked for a definition or synonyms, and I could usually find the answer. Of course, the more letters you fill in, the easier it gets. And, yes, I do them in ink. I’m not always right, but I don’t mind scribbling them out when I realize something’s wrong. It doesn’t have to be pretty!

Apparently, I’ve become addicted to crossword puzzles. I use them as a reward when I finish a project, and I’m really enjoying them. Who knew!

This last week was filled with a major storm, unwanted phone calls, and time spent doing crossword puzzles––all with the backdrop of the pandemic at its worst, continued shock at last week’s violence at the U.S. Capitol, increasing concerns of more violence by the far right, and now a doubly impeached president. Who knows what next week will bring as we inaugurate our new president?

Let’s hope for the best. 2021 is supposed to be better!   

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#274–New Year’s resolutions, hmm . . .

My New Year’s resolutions are usually the same each year, which means I don’t succeed in accomplishing them and need to try again. And they will sound familiar––lose weight and exercise more. As usual, I say that this year I’ll really try.

Last year, another resolution was to organize house, garage, and basement and I did. So, I did succeed in accomplishing one of my New Year’s resolutions.

Sometimes I have more than one pile like this accumulating.

Keep up with reading matter

This year, besides losing weight and exercising more, I want to keep up with the newspapers and other stuff that piles up. I usually just give stuff a quick look and add to the pile that I seem to get to only every few months. Well, I’m going to try to stay on top of all the reading matter that comes in every day. My plan is to go through everything at least weekly and not let it pile up. We shall see!

Lose weight

As to losing weight, I have done some research on the Keto diet. I’ve paid for and downloaded a bunch of Keto cookbooks. I now have lots of recipes and meal plans. And I’ve done some research on the downsides, the side effects of the Keto diet. In so doing, I discovered a supplement that is advertised as being able to do the same thing as the Keto diet without doing the Keto diet. Of course, I don’t totally believe it, but it might help. So, we’ll see.

There will be some good recipes in here to use.

I know I should replace some of the carbs that I eat with more protein and that’s what the Keto diet does. I won’t jump into it totally, and I’ve already begun using the supplement. So, between the Keto recipes and the supplement, I should be able to lose 12 to 15 pounds. What’s different this year is that I have a plan. In the past, I didn’t. I was just going to eat less. Well, that never works for me.

Exercise regularly

As to exercising, I organized and cleaned out the garage. So, I have an exercycle that I can get to and use, as well as a small trampoline that is set up so I can use it too. The trampoline used to be on end behind a bunch of stuff. I know me; if the exercise equipment is not set up ready to use, I won’t use it.

My plan is to work out on the equipment in the garage on days that are cold or raining.  And on other days, I’ll go walking around the neighborhood. So, I have a plan. In past years, I was just going to go walking and then it would be too cold or raining. Then I wouldn’t go out. Before long, I didn’t go at all. This year, I have a plan. We’ll see how it works out.

My exercycle and trampoline are tucked in between boxes of books.

Put together new book

One last resolution is to write another book and have it ready to sell at the Florence Festival of Books in September. Of course, we don’t know if we’ll be able to have the festival this year, but I’m going to use September as a deadline anyway. And the book is already written and has photos. Well, not exactly. I will be using 15 blog posts and put them together as a book.

When I was undergoing chemo, I wrote about the whole experience on my blog. Since then, I’ve run off and put together about eight or nine of those blog posts and shared them with folks newly diagnosed. I’ve done it at least a half dozen times and some of those were passed on to others. I was told more than once that I should put them into a book, but I’ve always poo-poohed the idea.

I was talking to a friend just a couple weeks ago who has a friend recently diagnosed, whom she wants to help. It was the same type of cancer I had, so I suggested my blog posts. It’s been six years since my cancer and a couple years since I had to run off any copies. This time, while I was running off copies, I read them. Rereading them after so much time, I decided that 15 blog posts would, indeed, make a decent book. There was a compelling beginning, all five months were covered, and there was a satisfying ending. So, I think there’s a book there and a market for it. Best of all, it won’t be hard to put together.

This photo and the next one are one of the 15 blog posts I would use in the new book. Somehow here the first page is last and I couldn’t get them to change.

As 2021 begins, I have four New Year’s resolutions that I believe are actually doable!

I wish you the best of luck with your New Year’s resolutions!!!

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#273–Ornaments and memories . . .

The reason I have a seven-foot Christmas tree is because of my many ornaments. I really look forward to getting them out and remembering what they represent and hanging them on the tree. It takes me a day to decorate the tree and days to redecorate it, as I move them around until I think it looks “just right.” Today, I’m going to share some of their stories.

From Students

I taught second grade for five years and first grade for 17 years all at the same school––Blossom Hill in Los Gatos, California.

––Lisa made this ornament at the age of seven in my second year of teaching. She was one of those ideal students who was good at everything. It was 1964, and it still looks brand new.

––Many students gave me “favorite teacher” ornaments over the years. I loved them all.

––Noel gave me two adorable handmade Raggedy Ann and Andy ornaments when he was in first grade. In his case, I suspected his mom made them.

––Steven, another first-grader, knew I loved chocolate and gave me a Hershey’s Baker ornament, not knowing that I already had two and that they were among my favorites. And all three are different.

––One mom gave me a gift from her to me that she had made—a llama. Every year, it goes near the top of the tree.

As Trip Souvenirs

––In 1986, I had been living in Florence for a year, but connected with a teacher friend for a trip to England, France, and Switzerland. This clock ornament is from Switzerland.

––From 2002 to 2013, I often stopped in Gridley, California, to see friends when heading to Bakersfield to see family, which I did three times a year. I usually stopped in the fall and ended up with a shopping bag of pomegranates and another of kiwi. And a large 50-pound bag of uncracked walnuts. My friends had 15 walnut trees and were surrounded by neighbors with pomegranates and kiwi. I found the walnut and pomegranate ornaments in a Christmas shop in where else? Gridley! I couldn’t resist.

––On a trip to England in 2006 with two friends, we primarily stayed in Cornwall, but we spent a few days in London before heading home. That’s where I found these two British guards.

––In 2011, I visited friends in Gilbert, Arizona, a suburb of Phoenix. We visited the Heard Museum and I found this colorful chicken in their gift shop. The museum highlights the cultures of the local Indian tribes.

––In 2017, my sister and I went to Oceanside for a few days and visited Mission San Diego where I found painted tin ornaments. I bought several.

––In 2018, my sister and I rented a car and explored the coast of Maine. I found this elegantly decked out elephant in a middle-eastern shop in Portland. It had nothing to do with Maine; I just loved it. When I see it, I think of the coast of Maine.

––In 2019, my sister and I spent 16 days in Washington DC, which included a cruise on the Potomac to Mt. Vernon where I found Benjamin Franklin. When I saw the kite, I couldn’t resist.

On Assignment

 As part of my job as an editor and staff writer at Oregon Coast and Northwest Travel magazines, I did a fair amount of traveling. It was a favorite part of the job during my 21 years working there.

––In 1996, I spent almost a week on a cruise of Puget Sound. One of our many stops was Port Townsend, Washington, and that’s where I got this ferry ornament. On a later trip, when I was driving, I got to ride the ferry.

––A few years later, I attended a multi-day birding festival headquartered in Leavenworth, Washington, and visited the Nutcracker Museum there. That’s where I got this nutcracker ornament. When I pull the string, his arms and legs move––great fun!

––In 2002, the staff of the magazines was on a familiarization trip (fam trip) to the South Coast. We split up to take part in a variety of activities. Theresa Baer and I went fishing on the Rogue River. Before heading out, the guide set a crab pot. Within 15 minutes of being on the river, Theresa caught a silver salmon and it was good size. And the crab pot yielded a few crab. So, we did all right! The next day back home, Theresa and I had a fabulous crab feast. On my next trip through Gridley, I found two blue crab ornaments. I kept one and gave one to her to remember our fishing trip.

––During one of my last years at the magazines, I spent a few days in Lincoln City preparing for a profile piece. One of the places I visited was the Christmas shop, which is where I got this octopus.

From friends

––Ever since the blue crab, Theresa has given me ornaments as a Christmas present. Everything from the whimsical to the elegant. The whimsical is of a girl, that reminded me of Pippi Longstocking, holding a gray cat. That cat represented Jetson, a cat that was part of my life for 19 years. And the elegant was of Blue Boy and Pinkie, famous paintings at the Huntington Museum in Southern California, where Theresa and I visited just a few years ago.

––Back in 2005, I visited Theresa in Southern California and we went to LA’s Chinatown where I got these beautiful Chinese Lantern ornaments. I just love them.

––In the winter of 2014–15, I underwent chemotherapy to fight late-stage lymphoma. The treatment was successful, and before the second go-around, I lost my hair. It was winter and my head was cold without something to cover it. I had a wig for going out in public, but what was absolutely perfect were the stocking caps that my neighbor, Hope, knitted for me as well as a neck scarf and pair of socks. She also took me to about half of the doctor’s appointments and treatments. The next year at Christmas, she gave me a ball of yarn with knitting needles as a tree ornament. Absolutely perfect.

––And my newest ornament is from Carolyn Nordahl. I had such a hard time choosing from her fabulously elegant Christmas tree balls, that I got two. She uses seed beads and crystals to make a skirt to put over a clear, glass ball. I sent one to my sister, who also has a great collection of ornaments. It must run in the family!

I’m spending today, New Year’s Day, taking down my Christmas tree and putting away all my wonderful ornaments until next year. I wish everyone a very Happy New Year. It’s just gotta be better than 2020!!!

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#272–Home Alone––Christmas 2020 . . .

Call me a traditionalist when it comes to Christmas. I want it all—the tree and decorations, choosing and wrapping presents, writing a Christmas letter that encapsulates the entire year, actual Christmas cards, baking goodies that I only do once a year, a special Christmas dinner. And spending time with family and friends.

Most years, because I am gone for about three weeks right around Christmas, I compress all this (except the last two) into a two- to-three-week period right after Thanksgiving. Just like clockwork, my tree goes up on Black Friday and I complete my decorating that weekend. But not this year. . . .

This photo was taken about six years ago, but shows family together for Christmas. That is what I missed most about this year.

This year, I could not go to California to be with long-time friends and family due to Covid-19. So, I stayed home and had Christmas alone. One good thing: Because it was not compressed, it was more relaxed. I missed terribly seeing family and friends I love, but there were numerous phone calls and text messages. And next year, I plan to drive there as per normal.

My seven-foot tree holds hundreds of special ornaments––the only things I collect!

Tree and Decorations

This year, I drug my tree out of the garage, up the steps, and into the house. The best spot to put it is between two recliners in the living room right in front of the center window. With the lights on, it looks very festive from outside too. I attached the top section and was disappointed when I plugged in the cord to the top lights with the cord for the rest of the lights and nothing happened. So, my tree is 80% lit when plugged in. I guess, I could get a small string of similar lights to string around the top for next year. I’m afraid to mess with any of the lights, because I don’t want to jeopardize the rest of the lights going out. This is an artificial tree where the lights are already strung and firmly attached. It is in its sixth year or so, and I really don’t want to replace it.

I have many, many ornaments. Some are from students from my 22 years of teaching first and second graders. Some are from my travels on assignment for Oregon Coast and Northwest Travel magazines during my 21 years as an editor and writer. And some are from my travels, especially since 2009, when I retired from the magazines. Every ornament has a memory. So, I need a seven-foot tree just to display them all. Because ornaments are the only thing I collect, I enjoy the decorated tree every day it is up.

I always put up a wreath outside above the garages, but not this year, I waited too late, and every one was sold out. Dang!

My Corona Series cards that I sell. These are humorous and timely and make a great stocking stuffer. I tie them together with a ribbon.

Presents

I like to buy Christmas gifts throughout the year, and I usually do that when I’m traveling. With no trips to California and no travels up and down the coast and inland to sell books, I went nowhere this year. But I did manage to acquire two gifts ahead of time. Mostly, I used my own stuff as gifts. For example: I gave my Corona Series cards with the Haiku poems in bundles of three, I gave CDs of a PowerPoint program I did at the Siuslaw Pioneer Museum last November about The Oregon Coast Guide to the UNEXPECTED!!!, and I gave copies of the brand-new book Time to Heal: An Anthology of Hope, where one of my stories is included. All were items I wanted to share, and I didn’t have to go shopping.

I spent half a day wrapping three presents and then a whole day doing the rest of them. I enjoy wrapping presents, if I have the time, and this year, I did. Twice, I had to go to the post office to mail packages, but because I got there right when they opened, it was easy. Most years, I only mail a couple of presents. That’s because I take all the presents with me, already wrapped, when I drive to California

As soon as I was through with wrapping presents on the dining room table, I filled it with cards and address book and last year’s cards that I received. Since I did some each day and not all at once, the table looked like this for quite a while.

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Christmas Letter and Cards

My Christmas letter was not a “I did this and this with various groups I’m involved with, and I went here and there in my travels,” but more about projects within and to the house, as well as my knee surgery and recuperation. I always limit my letter to one page. This year, putting it together gave me a chance to reflect on 2020 and just how fortunate I am.

Many folks don’t do cards anymore, they do their Christmas greetings online. However, I prefer old-fashioned cards. The last two years, I found humorous cards that I just loved, but I didn’t find them this year. Since I only had one box left over, I sent mostly traditional cards. I’ll start looking earlier in 2021 for those wonderful humorous ones. Some folks who do Christmas letters don’t do cards, but I do both. I simply fold up my letter and insert in the card.

Making Cookies and Fudge

Christmas is my excuse for making my favorite cookies and fudge. I usually package them and put in bags for neighbors and other locals to whom I give gifts. It usually takes me a whole day. I used to do three types of cookies, but I’m slowing down. I do just one kind now. I use the recipe on the bag of semi-sweet morsels for what they call tollhouse cookies, but I call chocolate chip. They are my favorite cookies.

My favorite cookies––chocolate chip!

For the fudge, I use a recipe given to me by my best friend’s mother when I was in high school. Her mother probably gave it to my mother, but I was always the one making the fudge. So, it became my recipe.

When making candy of any kind, timing is crucial. This fudge is five-minute fudge. You start timing when the ingredients are at a rolling boil––not a sorta boil but a full rolling boil. And exactly five minutes––not four minutes or six minutes. Once I start timing, my eyes are glued to the second hand of my watch, and I try to keep careful track of how many minutes as they pass. Meanwhile, I’m stirring frantically. It’s a heavy-bottomed pot, but I still don’t want anything to scorch and ruin the flavor.

Year after year, I’ve made this fudge. I love it!

Once the five minutes are up, I immediately move the pan off the heat and add the remaining ingredients. You have to stir quickly, because it will start setting up. Then I put it in the pans. I used to be able to hold the heavy pot with one hand and spoon the fudge into pans with the other, but my hands aren’t strong enough anymore. Sigh! So, now, I use a measuring cup.

Once the fudge is in the pans, my favorite part begins. It’s the cleanup. I don’t leave a spec of fudge on the spoon, pot, or measuring cup. And I have a small glass of milk to help wash it all down. Yum!!!

My favorite part is cleaning up the mess! Yumm!!

Christmas Dinner

Usually, my sister and I spend days planning the Christmas dinner, which has anywhere from six to eight or more family members. In fact, when I’m with family in California, there are four to six for dinner every night. So, my sister and I usually spend every other day at the grocery store. We don’t usually have turkey. We’ve had Cornish game hens, lobster, special pot roast, and paella. It’s always great fun to plan these special meals.

This year, my neighbor, Ruth, and I planned to have dinner together. And each of us would be responsible for part of it. I planned on fixing clam chowder and would provide nice crusty Artisan bread to go with it. And I’d have fresh asparagus to go with the rest of the meal. Ruth would provide a bacon-wrapped pork loin roast, quinoa salad, and fruit-filled muffins for dessert.

We could stay six-feet apart, while eating at my dining room table.

I spent Christmas Eve preparing the clam chowder from a recipe in the Good Housekeeping cookbook I’ve had since I was 19. Of course, I added a couple things. And I always think when soups and sauces are prepared a day ahead, they taste better. That was true this time. The soup was delicious and so was everything else. We sat down at 2:30, and it was 7 before we cleared the table. It was a lovely, relaxing meal, and we were six-feet apart across the round table from each other.

So, even though I was home alone, I was able to celebrate Christmas in most of the ways I normally do. And it turned out better than I thought it would.

I wish everyone a Happy New Year and hope it is a much better year than 2020.

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#271–Remembering Big Basin . . .

Hiking the trails in the woods among towering redwoods in Big Basin Redwoods State Park is a fond memory.

The oldest state park in California. We used to visit many years ago.

On a map, you can see that the park is located in the Santa Cruz Mountains between the ocean and the Santa Clara Valley on the other side of the mountains.

We lived in the Santa Cruz Mountains on Summit Road just a mile off Highway 17. That’s the highway that still connects Los Gatos and Santa Cruz. We lived there in a one-room cabin from the mid-60s to the mid-70s––my hippie years.

It was easy to get to Big Basin from where we lived. Just head north on Summit Road, pass over Highway 17, continue north a few miles, and turn west at the intersection with Highway 9. Before reaching Big Basin, the two-lane, windy road passed through Felton, Ben Lomond, and Boulder Creek.  I remember them as villages. They, too, were impacted by the CZU Lightning Complex Fire that ignited last August.

I loved hiking the trails in Big Basin.

That fire was one of many that were started by dry lightning strikes, and windy, hot weather conditions helped spread them. The CZU fire burned nearly 90.000 acres through most of Big Basin and destroyed between 600-700 structures in and around the three towns along Highway 9 and Scotts Valley near the western end of Highway 17. Within a couple weeks of that fire, Oregon was also beset by numerous fires. And I forgot about the California fires. . . .

. . . . until last week when NPR aired a major feature on California’s Big Basin Redwoods State Park. They gave a brief history, covered the fire damage, and marveled at how new growth is already sprouting at the base of the redwoods. Some of the redwoods in Big Basin are 1,000 to 2,000 years old. Those giants have survived many fires. As the oldest state park in California, Big Basin dates back to 1902. And in 1904 it survived a major fire and recovered. But CZU was much worse.   

Almost all of Big Basin burned to some degree, but with varying intensity. Some areas only saw burning in the understory, but the core of the park, which included the headquarters and nature center and much of the forest canopy was destroyed. At least one campground was also destroyed. It will take time, but Big Basin will recover. However, It won’t be in my lifetime.

Some of the giants are 250 feet tall and 1,500 years old.

But I have my memories.

I remember hiking the trails and marveling at huge Father of the Forest, about 250 feet tall and 1,500 years old, and other giants. I remember the quiet and majesty that a redwood forest imparts. When you meet others on the trail, it isn’t long before their sounds are totally muffled.

I remember tent camping in the campground. I only remember one campground.  We were having breakfast at our picnic table. The Coleman stove was set up, and we were cooking bacon. Without warning, a brazen Steller’s Jay plucked a crispy piece of bacon right out of the frying pan and flew off. It happened so fast and was such a surprise that we couldn’t prevent it. But we didn’t let it happen again. I kept an eye on all jays and had a stick handy.

I remember picnics where a curious raccoon untied my shoelaces under the picnic table while I ate, totally unaware until he was on the second shoe. Another time, a really brazen raccoon hopped up beside me, poked its nose under my arm, and reached for my food. I shooed it away before it got anything.

Here’s my most amazing memory. To avoid weekend traffic on Highway 17, we sometimes took a longer, scenic route to the beach with our two dogs, Eric the Irish Setter and Pepper the English Setter. On one visit, on the way back, Pepper let us know that he needed a pit stop. So, we stopped in a clearing in a heavily wooded part of Big Basin where no people were around, and Pepper did his thing.

Pepper loved to run.

But our timing wasn’t so good. Just as he was about to jump back in the car, a deer zipped by. In a flash, Pepper was off after it. Eric just jumped back in the car. We called and called and kept it up off and on for a couple of hours. As it was getting dark, we left our name and contact info along with a description of Pepper and his name at the park headquarters. Dejectedly, we headed home.

I was sure that was the last we would see of Pepper. But my husband, Alden, had more faith. After dinner, he called a friend, Tony, who used to be our neighbor when we lived in town. And he talked him into helping him find Pepper. But first, he asked Tony to stop by a market and pick up a roast. This was just the kind of adventure the two of them would enjoy! Sort of a mission impossible.

Finding the same spot in the woods of Big Basin in the dark of night, would be hard enough. Expecting a dog last seen there hours before to still be around––not likely. But miracles do happen!

Here’s how it played out. They stopped at a dozen places before Alden felt it was the right one. They got out of the car, and Alden called Pepper’s name only once. Then the darn dog came running out of the woods with tail wagging––really glad to see them. Alden simply couldn’t believe it. What Tony couldn’t believe was how quickly Pepper ate the entire roast.

One of the historic buildings that were destroyed in the fire. And this is where we reported Pepper as lost in the woods.

It was after midnight when they got back. And I had been worrying about all of them––Pepper as well as Alden and Tony. I could just picture the two guys getting lost in the woods of Big Basin wandering around with a flashlight calling Pepper’s name over and over. I was so relieved to see them and to find that they actually did find Pepper.  I couldn’t believe it, until I looked out on the porch. There he was, all stretched out sound asleep, totally unaware of all the fuss he had created.

So, these are some of my memories of Big Basin.

Note: The park will be closed for at least a year. And the Sempervirens Fund, an organization whose sole purpose is to protect the redwoods of the Santa Cruz Mountains and buys land with redwoods when available, has set up a recovery fund where !00% of donations go to recovery efforts and are tax deductible. To date, they have raised more than $443,000.

BIG BASIN RECOVERY FUND – https://bit.ly/bigbasinrecovery #BigBasinRecovery

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#270–Anthology of healing and hope . . .

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You know you’ve received some kind of recognition when you’re asked to submit to an anthology. So, I was thrilled last June, when I received info about a new anthology called Now We Heal: An Anthology of Hope through Wellworth Publishing that would be coming out just before Christmas. The Portland area folks involved with this book really wanted me to submit. The main idea behind this book is to have it be filled with positive and inspiring stories to bring hope and healing to a world reeling from all that 2020 has brought us.

One of my stories is included!

I had the perfect story––“The Salad Days of Summer.” It involved healing and was inspiring. It had won First Place for nonfiction in a local writer’s contest. And it had been accepted for publication by a national magazine––National Gardening. They even paid me for the story, but it was never published. About a year after acceptance, the magazine cut back from monthly to every other month and had to return many of the stories they planned to use. So, my story was returned, and they said that I could keep the $300 I had been paid.

Since that happened a long time ago, between 1988 and 1991, I was really pleased to finally have a chance to have this story published. I wrote it in 1990. It was 2,400 words. I wove the story of my late husband, Walt’s, battle with cancer with my story of proving that I could do almost anything, as I transformed our backyard into a vegetable garden with a greenhouse. The steep slope made everything so difficult. We both wanted home-grown tomatoes, and that would involve terracing, leveling a location for a greenhouse, installing steps, preparing the soil, building greenhouse benches, and more. Most of this, I either did myself or was in charge of getting it done. All of which was new to me.  

The terraced garden where I changed out all lthe soil, the new greenhouse in a location that I leveled, and the steps that I installed with pick, RR ties, and a level. Lots of work.

Because this story was intended for a gardening magazine, it had a lot of plant and planting detail, as well as sidebars of when to plant what and diagrams of where plants were planted in the garden and greenhouse. The emphasis was on the plants, the garden, and especially the greenhouse.

In the 2020 Anthology, there were a few rules. The stories could be any genre, they had to be unpublished, and each one had to be between 500 and 3,000 words long. After much searching on my computer, I found it. I spent a couple hours tweaking it, and it was ready to go. Easy peasey, . . . or so I thought!

As Walt began to recuperate from his battle with cancer, I couldn’t keep him out of the new greenhouse. Here he is putting together the benches that, when finished, will hold fiberglass planters. I was his helper.

I emailed Jean Sheldon, my contact and one of the movers and shakers on this project. I told her that I was sending in my story and mentioned that I had been paid for it, but it had not been published. She emailed back to say that since I had been paid for the story, I needed a release from the magazine that paid me.

That was National Gardening––a magazine that ceased to exist after the early 1990s. I had subscribed to it for years. After a couple of years of six issues a year, it was bought out by Harrowsmith. Then a few years later, Harrowsmith ceased publication. It was not going to be possible to obtain a release.

That meant, I could not use this story in the anthology. Dang!

After looking at everything else I had written that was unpublished, I found nothing that fit the criteria of healing and inspiring. So, I decided to rewrite “The Salad Days of Summer” with less emphasis on the plants and planting and more on our two intertwining stories. That took a few days of work. When I was done, it was at 1,100 words—less than half of what it had been. It was a total rewrite. Partially, the same story but with a totally different emphasis. Now, I had a story that I could enter in the Anthology that would fit all the criteria.

Ah! Home-grown tomatoes in the new greenhouse. Now we can enjoy our salad days of summer!

I got the new story in well before the September deadline, it passed muster during the jurying process, and I signed a contract.

Just the other day, December 3, I received an email letting me know that Now We Heal: An Anthology of Hope has been published. And printed books, as well as ebooks, are available ($12.95 printed), $3.99 ebook) through Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/0983813663/.

Later today, I’ll order one as a Christmas gift for a fellow writer. In January, I’ll receive two copies as a contributor. One of those will go to another writer friend.

Love the cover. I’m anxious to see the book and how my story turned out. And I’m curious to see and read all the other 18 stories and verse that passed muster. I know at least two other authors whose work is included, and I bet, I’ll know a few others too.

It took 30 years, but “The Salad Days of Summer”finally got published! Yay!

Happy holidays!

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#269–Life and The Good Feet Store . . .

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A few years ago, I drove a friend over to Eugene because her back was hurting too much for her to drive. She was going to The Good Feet Store. I had heard of it but knew very little about it.

This is the Eugene store near Valley River Center.

We were walk-ins—no appointment needed. Each foot’s pressure points and measurements were taken, customized inserts were created for her, and she bought a pair of shoes. She said that it wasn’t cheap but felt it was worth it.

That gal is a personal trainer and knows all about the alignment of the body and how it is affected when our feet are having problems. Feet can be the cause of a backache, neckache, knee problems, etc. Yep, dem bones really are connected!

For the past few years, my feet have become more and more pronated as my right knee was kinking ever more inward. And the left foot was worse than the right one.

I had surgery last January 28 to correct my kinking knee. The surgery was also because the knee had osteoarthritis, lost its cartilage, become bone on bone, and hurt when I moved it. So I had total knee replacement. The doctors say that it takes about six months to fully heal. Since six months had passed as of August and my right leg was straight and no longer hurting, it was time to tackle the pronation. (I love my new knee.)

October

I remembered my visit a few years ago to The Good Feet Store. So I did some research about it online and decided to visit when I took over my car for its next tune-up. I made the car appointment for mid-October and knew how to get from there to Good Feet—actually very close.

The day after I made my appointment, I was talking to my yard man, Todd, and he had just been there and was wearing new inserts. What a small world!

After my car appointment, I went to The Good Feet Store and was waited on immediately by Rachel. After giving me an overview and seeing that she had not scared me off, she had me stand on a device that measured the pressure exerted at every point of my foot. Then I did the other foot. After that, she measured each foot as to length and width.

Rachael explained the three types of inserts:

The strengthener is cream colored and sturdier than the other two.

1. The strengthener is designed to be the main support. They exercise and strengthen the muscles of the feet, placing them in the ideal position.

The maintainer is black I use this one when walking around the neighborhood.

2. The maintainer is designed to be the transitional support while folks adjust to the strengthener. Afterwards, they are the go-to support for activities––especially outdoors.

The relaxer is brown and I sometimes put it in my sock slippers.

3. The relaxer offers the right level of rest and relaxation for the feet while continuing to provide support. At first, it’s most of the time. Later, it’s at beginning and end of day.  

The inserts would fit in any of my shoes where I can remove the inside footbed. Each has a high arch, and they are shorter than I thought they would be. She answered my questions and gave me material to read.

My new house shoes (slippers) with the relaxers that are very easy to insert under a flexible footbed provided by Good Feet.

I hadn’t bought new shoes in a while, so I bought some house shoes (their version of slippers) and a rather nice sturdy shoe.

I spent a bundle of money, but felt I was doing something good to address the problems of my pronating feet. And I learned that you pay once and they work with you for years, if necessary. If you need to replace or alter any of the inserts, that will be done without any additional expense.

While we were waiting for the inserts to be readied for me, we chatted. She made the mistake of asking me what I do. So I told her. She ended up buying two copies of The Guide to the UNEXPECTED!!! Who knew!

As soon as I got home, I started wearing the inserts and following directions precisely. I was doing fine adjusting to them for about a week, until I tied the house shoes much too tight and wore them that way all day. I really liked the way they looked, but when I took them off that evening, a small bunion on my right foot was hurting. I had never noticed it before.

The strengtheners are usually worn with this other pair of new shoes I got at Good Feet.

November

The new bunion continued hurting, so much that I didn’t want to put a shoe on that foot. After a week, I went to the walk-in clinic. Three x-rays showed nothing broken. It did show some bone deterioration. The doctor told me not to wear shoes for a few days. Bottom line: Nothing broken just deteriorating due to old age.

The next day Rachel called. It had been a little over two weeks. I told her about the sore bunion. She said to do whatever needed to be done to make it feel better and not to worry about the inserts just now.

So I spent three days wearing my comfy sock slippers with no inserts. The bunion began to feel better but would hurt again if I wore the maintainers or strengtheners for several hours. The relaxers in the house shoes were fine all day, as long as I just slipped the shoes on and didn’t tie the laces.

The maintainers are usually worn with my most comfortable shoes.

At the one-month point, it was time to go back to the store to recheck the pressure points to see what progress had occurred. I felt, I had disrupted my progress to the point where I wanted to delay this first check. So I called and postponed it for two weeks.

My bunion continued to feel better but so gradually. I’d been wearing the maintainers or strengtheners whenever I went out, and around the house, I wore the relaxers.

That takes us up to this past Monday, November 30. I drove to Eugene and had my six-week check-up. Even with my disrupted wearing of the inserts, my pressure points are changing and for the good. Bottom line: Progress, which is what I wanted.

And she had asked me to bring in all three inserts. They disappeared into the back of the store upon my arrival. Later, before I left, all three inserts were returned.  The two stronger ones were still in good shape, but the relaxers were replaced. She said that they had totally broken down, showing that I was wearing them a lot. She also said that was not unusual when folks are starting the program.

My of-so-comfy sock slippers, which also work with the relaxers.

Except for the sore bunion, I’m a happy camper when it comes to the expensive inserts from The Good Feet Store. The bunion problem I consider my fault and don’t blame it on the inserts.

Whenever I put on shoes with any of the inserts, it takes a few minutes for the feet to adjust. At first with the strengtheners, I thought I had put a roll of dimes under my arch on each foot. With these strongest inserts, you start at half hour and gradually work up to being able to handle several hours. Since this is the one that does the main work of correcting my feet, Rachel advised me to start using this one more, at least a few hours each day. So that is my goal.

Oops! I just realized I have on sock slippers and need to put on strengtheners. . . . Good thing Rachel’s not here!

I’ll keep you posted!    

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#268–Also, not thankful for . . .

There is much I am thankful for and that is included in this post, but this year has been such a nightmare in so many ways, I just had to address some of what has made this year so awful. One of my favorite jokes has been when the older guy in “Back to the Future” says to Michael J. Fox’s character, “Whatever you do, don’t visit 2020!” It’s not a year any of us want to go back to.

I am NOT thankful for:

The Coronavirus—Covid-19

  • Because of the virus, I’ve not been able to attend book fairs, farmers markets, and craft shows to sell my books. (I attended only one all year—this past weekend at the Victorian Belles Christmas Bazaar.) And I haven’t been asked to do any PowerPoint programs about my books. Last year I did about 30 of the previously mentioned ways to sell my books. So I’ve brought in about 1/10 of what I did in 2019.
  • Because of the virus, I’ve not seen family and friends in California in almost a year. And since I won’t be traveling at Christmas either, it will be March or April before I go.
  • Because of the virus, I have not eaten inside any restaurants since March, have had no guests in my home, and wear a mask whenever I go out in public. None of which makes me happy, but I’ll do whatever I can to protect myself and others.

The partisan split

  • I hate the way people stick to their beliefs and won’t even listen to other views whether it’s about Trump, Biden, abortion, wearing masks, whatever. I miss civility and manners. In the past several weeks, I’ve spent several hours with people with opposing views, and we’ve been civil and listened to each other. In each case, we were sharing a space where we couldn’t just get up and leave. We didn’t change each other’s minds. And we didn’t call each other names and use the ‘F’ word every few seconds. We did change the subject, though, because there were many other topics we could discuss.
  • I hate gridlock among our politicians whether in the state of Oregon or on the national level. In Oregon, when the Republicans weren’t happy with something, they took their marbles and went out of the state and the Democrats were so stuck on their side that they wouldn’t compromise. And in DC, they’re in total gridlock. This is unacceptable in this unprecedented time of need. They simply have to get back to the honorable tradition of compromise to get things done—especially the next stimulus package for the country. It’s been pending since May! Politicians on both state and national level were elected to govern and need to put their country over their party!

I am thankful for:

  • The telephone, email, texting, and Zoom. Otherwise, I would really be cut off and feel lonely and depressed.  I can talk on the phone to my family and friends and attend meetings through Zoom. Because of these technologies, I’m still connected to those I love and can still be an active member of the groups I belong to.
  • For the progress made on developing vaccines to fight the virus. Once a vaccine has been scientifically certified and I qualify to take it, I’ll be first in line.
  • My health. As of August, I’ve had my energy back since my total knee replacement surgery last January 28. By taking the precautions of sanitizing my hands, wearing a mask, and social distancing, I’ve been able to continue clerking a few days a month at Backstreet Gallery and to continue being a docent at the Siuslaw Pioneer Museum when It’s been open. I enjoy conversing with all the visitors in both venues.
  • For my renter downstairs and my neighbors. My renter, Carole, is there to talk to from time to time, closes the garage door when I leave it up, and shares special recipes that she is working on––what a deal. And I love bumping into my neighbors when I get my mail, work in the yard, or walk around the neighborhood.
  • My yard man, Todd. He keeps my roof cleaned off and my yard cleaned up. That is not easy when there are as many tall trees as I have and as many storms this area has. And I’ve thankful he trimmed up the trees to let in more light and keeps the  weeds away.   
  • My new roof and my new vinyl floors. I had planned for both of these last year but had to wait. The 25-year roof, was in its 24th year, so definitely needed to be replaced. Because the vinyl floor in the kitchen around the sink and work areas looked like a debris field, I had wanted to replace it for several years. Now it’s a few months since roof and floors were replaced, and I’m very pleased with both.
  • My new clock. The old clock worked fine for telling time, but the chimes didn’t work and it was too big for the location at the top of the stairs. It was in the way and folks were always bumping into it—including me. I had wanted to replace it for at least 15 years. My new clock is smaller, has wonderful chimes, and is not in the way. I love it.
  • The time and energy and motivation to sort through and clean out. I tackled my office, my walk-in closet, the garage, and the basement, all of which had needed it for years. And I took on many other smaller, tedious chores throughout the house.  It feels good to have crossed off so much on my to-do list.
  • For the bookstores that are still buying my books in 2020. They are Books and More in Yachats, Books N Bears and The Jolly Egret in Florence.
  • Sir Groucho. My cat and companion and friend during this long stay-at-home period. He is loving having me home so much!
  • And, finally, for family and long-time friends who mostly live in California. Even though I live far away, they haven’t forgotten me.

I can hardly wait for 2021! I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving!

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#267–Victorian Belles in 2020 . . .

I felt excited to be out in the world selling my books again. Last year between mid-October when my sister and I returned from a once-in-a-lifetime trip to DC and when I headed back to California to spend Christmas with family and friends seven weeks later, I did three PowerPoint programs and participated in two holiday craft shows. In fact, I was busy all year long with a similar schedule. This year, nada, zilch, nothing . . . until this weekend in late November.

I assembled my card rack and got my cards ready to go in preparation for the Christmas Bazaar.

It’s the Victorian Belles Christmas Bazaar at the events center at Three Rivers Casino on the edge of Florence. This group of talented folks started out as a dozen tole painters and has grown to encompass other types of arts and crafts such as jewelry, ornaments, and many other forms of Christmas décor. Three authors—Karen D. Nichols, Connie Bradley, and myself have been invited to participate year after year. Connie could not make it this year. For me it’s the 10th year to participate and the ninth for Karen. The Belles have been doing this for many years.

It is taking place Friday through Sunday. It’s a marathon for those of us participating. The hours are 9 a.m. to 7 p.m. Friday and Saturday and 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Sunday. There are not as many members participating this year. I miss the crocheted and knitted hats, as well as the funky earrings and decorations made by another one of the members. I wore my funky earrings today that I got years ago. They are presents—one red and one green. They are just a little over the top, but I love ‘em!

My over-the-top holiday earrings.

I also miss the fellow and his family who have the produce concession at the Florence dock area in the summer. They have long been a part of this holiday show with their fresh produce and kettle corn. He also has special salsa, jams, and small pies. All of which I used to buy.

I would spend time checking out every table and display and buy a few gifts as well as some goodies for me. I’ll do my shopping tomorrow.

Yesterday, I spent an hour setting up and then almost an hour tying sets of two books with ribbon and fancy bows. I also tied bundles of three cards. These bundles sell at a reduced price and usually sell well and look festive. My first sale of the day was a bundle of bridge books.

Today folks couldn’t just come into the events center. They, as well as all of us participating in the holiday show, had to go through an identity and health check where a young man took your temperature and photo and checked your ID and made sure you were wearing a mask. It was the most thorough Covid check I’ve encountered since the outbreak began. Casino personnel were in and out of the holiday show all day. Some on a break looking for gifts and others checking to see that mask wearing and social distancing were being adhered to.

Not as many tables and not as many attendees but still a terrific event.

The first hour had a fair number of attendees but for several hours it was slow and the last hour very slow. I only sold five books, but at least three people said they would be back today. We’ll see!  Folks liked my cards but no buyers.

Typically, Saturday is the big day. But it’s more rigorous to enter this year, and there are social distancing markers all over the floor. I was glad to see folks all wearing masks and wearing them correctly.

Me with mask and earrings at my table with my cards and books.

I feel excited to be doing one of the events I most enjoy, but also feel guilty to be participating because this type of event is not being allowed right now in the state. The only reason it’s happening at the Casino is because it’s located on sovereign Indian land, which has its own rules. And I’m also a little apprehensive regarding the virus because I converse with lots of people and I’m a high-risk age. But the Casino’s entry health check is reassuring as is the fact that everyone is wearing a mask. So I’ll return on Saturday and enjoy the second day of the Victorian Belles Christmas Bazaar of 2020!

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