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The purpose of jigsaw puzzles

8/13/2022

I always have a jigsaw puzzle going. I started this hobby at the cottage by the sea in 2009, which suggests that I’ve done at least 300 puzzle, and that is on the conservative side.
Last night I finished this Ireland puzzle. Well, almost finished, because after I take this picture, I’m going to put the pieces in the box and take the puzzle to the put-and-take. There are things in my life that I have to do, and things that I should do. My jigsaw puzzle hobby fall into neither of those categories. I do it for fun and as a way to relax and ‘get out of my head.’ Matching green pieces does neither of those for me.

Looking for novels with depth

8/10/2022

My reading! It’s dropped off, at least my pleasure reading. In the past few weeks I’ve returned five or six novels after giving each no more than thirty pages a try; novels with copyrights of the last three of four years. I just don’t care about the characters’ problems, undoubtedly due in part to the discrepancy in their ages and mine. I'd like to add--no depth.
So, this afternoon I perused the library stacks, including the Librarians Choice shelf, and checked out a few books to try. My criteria, first and foremost was to apply the old adage: You can tell a book by its cover. Next, I read the blurb on the cover. If that appealed, I gave the first page a try. So here I am with five books. So far, so good.

The Put and Take--a place to give and receive

8/7/2022

Thinking about all the categories of simplicity. Well, I won’t list them. Enough to say that I want a simple life. I work on it and then I look at this old house. Stuff! Over the years we’ve made major purges—when our kids moved out, when we repainted and had the floors refinished…. In the past 25 years we’ve probably filled three dumpsters.
So where did all this new stuff come from? The culprit is the put-and-take at our local dump (Sorry for the old-fashioned word. It’s now called a landfill). For six months it is open for residents to give and receive treasures. Really good stuff, often new—books, furniture, puzzles, kitchen ware, kid’s toys, yard equipment. For example, the coffee maker we’re using was from the P&T—new, still in the unopened box. And then, get this! One day my husband came home with three unopened bottles of Scotch!! Not hard to figure out why they were left! I hope the person who left them has never wanted them back!
In no way am I blaming the dump for all the stuff that we have dumped into our house and yard. And we’ve done our share of giving as well as receiving. My husband picks up flower pots and other garden memorabilia. If he gives a gift, rest assured, he's found just the right present for you without spending a cent. And you will love it.

I feel and know that we need to keep this place cleared up as we stay here. I can see what happens to ‘old folk’ who stay in their home of many, many years.

Thank you Kansas

8/3/2022

While out walking this morning, the neighborhood fox and I stopped for a little chat. We were both elated by the pro-choice vote in Kansas. She told me she was thinking of moving to Kansas. “No, no, no! Stay in Massachusetts; it a good place to bring up your children.” I figured I could offer a little grandmotherly wisdom.

August, a hot month for toads

8/1/2022

August: the long month, the hot month, the lazy month. For all the years I was teaching, it was the planning, preparing, anticipating month. I’ve always love August because it gives both the lingering laziness of summer and the warming up intensity of September.
Since it is only August 1st, it feels like a lingering of summer day. This little toad thinks so. (Note to self: don’t leave the patio cushions out over night.) This morning I took the back cushion off the seat cushion and found this little guy curled up in the middle. A few minutes later he had moved to the corner. An hour later, as I get ready to post, he’s still there. Hmm, HE, who knows?
As I sit here I see birds, bugs, bees, squirrels, and chipmunks. Over the years our yard has been visited by deer, skunk, fox, raccoon, plus others that I can’t recall. But this little toad—a first sighting. I wonder how many of his kin are about? Many, many, many.

Sunny day on Iona

7/28/2022

On my last day on Iona the sun came out, the wind calmed down. The sun opened up a joyful spirit that just wasn’t present among the wind and rain when I first arrived. On my last day I enjoyed some fish ’n chaps at the local pub overlooking the bay between Iona and Mull where the ferry goes back and forth.

The visit was too short, but perhaps it helped me appreciate the time I did have, the NOW. My afternoon walk kept me in the moment; every step taken in the NOW.

July 24th, 2022

7/24/2022

This afternoon I was sitting in St.Oran's Chapel (known for outstanding acoustics), wondering about the purpose in my life. A young woman came in and asked me if it would be alright for her to sing; I raised my hands in gratitude. She faced the altar, looked up, and sang Dona Nobis Pacem—an angel voice. A mother bird flew about and then settled on her nest above the candles, the one that I had just lit for you. Amazing grace. After she left, I stayed in the chapel for a while and prayed peace for everyone who came in. I ‘heard’ that that was what I’m supposed to be doing with my life right now. Quite the right thing for someone who loves silence, solitude and simplicity!

Helping Ukraine from Iona

7/24/2022

Not the most sunny weather I’ve ever experience on Iona. In fact, no sun but rain, on and off. One minute is pours, the next walking without and umbrella becomes an option.
Yesterday I took one of those moments and walked to the machair, the public land by the on the way to Columba’s Bay. Last time I was here, in 2017, I stopped in at a little craft and yarn shop in the garage of one of the cottages. It’s closed now, but as I walked by, Val, the owner came out to attend to a new project—raising money for Ukraine—selling little Iona stones for 50 pence each. As of July 15 she has raised 417.87 pounds.
“You know,” she told me, “ there are so many suffering people in the world. Africa depends on the grain grown in the Ukraine. We all have to do our little bit.”

July 23rd, 2022

7/23/2022

Really, it’s only been two days since I headed to Logan Airport to begin my journey to Iona. I wrote that I’d see you when I got there, and now, I’m here.
I left 90 degree sun to chilling wind and rain here on the island. What was I thinking when I packed one light cotton sweater? That’s the way with traveling. We read the forecasts, imagine what we are being told, and then ignore it all and pack for the present.
Here’s a quick travel summary; easy and uneventful! Logan was busy, but everything moved along with ease. I learned that if I had checked in on line, and didn’t have a bag to check, I could go right to security. At the gate the Aer Lingus representative gave me a printed boarding pass. Dublin Airport transfer to my 45 minute flight to Glasgow and the flight itself ‘happened’. The ‘traditional Scottish breakfast at the airport before the bus to Oban satisfied my hunger, although without question the use of the microwave has changed my meaning of traditional!

Without exaggeration, I’ve taken the two hour plus drive from Glasgow to Oban at least fifteen times. I used to drive it, and once I took the train, but recently it’s been the bus. Oban is the go-to town for people living along the mid section Scottish west coast and for travelers like me heading to Mull and Iona. Caledonian MacBrayne, Hebredian and Clyde Ferries is vital to the life of those on the mainland and the islands.
In Oban I wandered about, took a short nap at my B & B, had the most yummy fish ’n chips available in Scotland, and went to bed early. Up at 6AM to catch the 7:25 ferry to Mull, to catch the 8:25 bus for the hour-plus ride across Mull, to ever-waiting ferry at Fionnphort to take me on the minute ride to Iona. Whew! Now, I’m here.

The abby is still peaceful; the soup and sandwich at the Argyll Hotel is still homemade; the ferry is still going back and forth. The wind and rain are still having their time, as is the case on Iona, but that will change. I still love it here no matter what.

Off to Iona

7/21/2022

2014

I’m off to Iona today, yes the Isle of Iona, Scotland. I had planned a week In Edinburgh but that just wasn’t going to work, so I arranged to change my airline reservation of a very small fee, so off I go. I know the travel routine well: Fly Boston-Dublin-Glasgow; bus to Oban; overnight in Oban; ferry, bus, ferry to Iona; walk to my hotel.
I’ll see you when I get there.