Tuesday, December 6, 2011

This 'n That!

The Women’s Alliance table at the Littleton Holiday Bazaar sold maybe 30 more of the puppets I make, this in addition to around 30 or so from the Country Fair in early September. I love the day when I am making them and glue on the eyes, and then the nose and they come alive – all these little faces looking at me – waiting to go home to live with someone – they make me smile.

Seems like in the fall, things seem to break down – first I had my car for routine service and chose to be proactive and put a new battery in it rather than wait for one of those sort of fatal days when it would be dead just when I most needed the car.

Then the same week, my 3 little birds went to the birdie doctor (Veterinarian) for a well birdie check and nail trims – we did rather well with this – they were somewhat upset by some of the process but something about all being in it together seemed to make it much less frightening. I even did better with it.

Then without warning – my work computer began continuously rebooting – Struggled some with Safe Mode, got it working only to have it fail again – we did this a couple times and now it is at the Computer doctor – I’m expecting at least a new hard drive – hard to know what else.

This morning I woke up from a dream in which I was trying out for some kind of dance thing – and in my dream I did well and when I finished, I told all who were present that I was 75!! This is amazing because it is my birthday and my 75th birthday at that! I was reminded of my favorite poet who is no longer living amongst us, Ric Masten, who wrote a song now in the Unitarian Universalist hymnal, “Let it be a Dance” –

So let it be a dance we do –
May I have this dance with you?
Through the good times and the bad times, too,
Let it be a dance.

Let a dancing song be heard,
Play the music say the words,
Fill the sky with sailing birds,
Let it be a dance.

(the first 2 verses from Ric Masten’s song – “Let It Be a Dance”)

1 comment:

  1. Some of my Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren have your puppets.

    Let it be a dance is one of my favorites. Henry and I and others danced down the aisle in church when it was being sung several years ago. It also was a song we chose for Bryan's funeral.