A Non-Political, Non-Critical Letter to Trump

Sometimes a cozy writer, like me, reads posts by fellow authors that are anything but cozy. Maybe serious, maybe instructive, and sometimes satirical. Here is a post by a warm, helpful author/blogger who has been a great mentor. I like her historical view:

A Non-Political, Non-Critical Letter to Trump.

And yet, there are some who will disagree with vehemence (note the comments section).

I like to listen to all sides.

Conterminous Center

Conterminous Center

What do you think?

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Rainy, Soggy Springtime

As is true in much of the country this spring, we’ve had tons of rain. It’s good in many respects–made up somewhat for the terrible drought we’ve had the past few years and made my deck plants happy. 20150601_172711 But it has its downside–floods, molds, super allergy season, and such a plethora of tree seeds that my gutters became miniature tree farms. 20150601_173028 20150601_172647We take the bad with the good, the good with the bad. Don’t we?

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Z–Zillion (&the end of the April A-Z Blogging Challenge)

This is a great retirement story. I should say non-retirement story. Fashion design icon, Iris Apfel, is the subject of a new documentary released on April 29. The lady is ninety-three years old.  iris-apfel

I became aware of the documentary when a friend brought a page from the New York Times Magazine that had an interview with the designer. Zany, healthy, bright, and active in her nineties, she may be my new role model. (Sorry, all you other role models I’ve adopted in the past. I still love you. But this lady has an outrageous attitude that speaks to me.)

I loved her answer to the Times interview question asking if a person can learn to have style. She said fashion can be taught but style cannot. After WWII, Iris saw women in Southern Italy who wore clothes that were almost in tatters. But the way they put them together and the way they held themselves made them look like a squillion dollars.

Iris ApfelHer word, squillion. That must be more than a zillion, don’t you think? She made up such a goofy word and used it in an interview for the New York Times! I like this lady a lot.

Maybe it’s the same with writing. A person can learn the mechanics of writing, but it takes passion and a strong personal voice to make the work appealing. I’m sure Iris Apfel learned and grew as she went along. Writers can’t always start with a best seller, either. We need to have fun on the journey.

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Yesterday, on my X blog, there was an X on a map of the United States. That X marks the center of the conterminous U.S. or the contiguous U.S. (both adjectives meaning “sharing a common boundary.”)  Its position as located in a 1918 survey is located about 2.6 miles (4.2 km) northwest of the center of Lebanon, Kansas, approximately 12 miles south of the Kansas-Nebraska border.

Conterminous Center Geographic center


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X–X Marks the Spot

Do you know what spot this X marks?

Conterminous Center See the answer tomorrow on my Y post, almost the end of the Blogging A-Z April Challenge.

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W–Write, Don’t Wilt

writing creativity


Penelope loved to work on quilts.

She made up stories while she quilted.

However, when she tried to write,

The notion just plain wilted.


Athena always liked to knit.

She dreamed stories while she knitted.

But putting those on paper? No.

Her dream fabrications flitted.


Anthony liked to build with wood.

He thought up stories while he built.

When he began to write them, though,

His creativity would wilt.


Clara worked hard to clean her house.

She thought stories while she dusted.

But when she strove to write the words,

Her iron will always rusted.


So – Peter, Mary, June, and Dwight,

Create while you are creating.

But don’t lose courage when you write.

Your audience is awaiting.

writing with pen




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Thomas Bates didn’t like variety. He worked at the same job for forty-five years, and whenever a new worker tried to call him Tom, Thomas set the fellow straight. “Name’s Thomas. Always has been, always will be.”

After Thomas’s reluctant retirement, Marsha, put meals on the table at the same times every day, and they ate a revolving menu that never varied from week to week. Bedtime, rising, chores, outings, golf—always at the same times and same places, year after year. Whenever one of their television shows was cancelled or changed time slots, it took Thomas half the season to adjust.

Every weekend since their two children had left home and moved to different states, they’d eaten with the Millers, their next-door neighbors, on Saturday nights, alternating weekends at each house. If a holiday or the Millers’ vacation interrupted the schedule, Marsha set the table for four and made a toast to their missing guests. And then—tragedy. Their good dinner buddies, also retired people, pulled up stakes and moved to a retirement villa in Florida. Thomas was… Well, you can imagine.

The Millers called, e-mailed, and sent cards inviting Thomas and Marsha to visit. “It’s green and warm, and there are lovely places to visit. We’ll take you to our favorite lunch spot, right on the beach, for seafood,” they said.

Whenever Marsha showed him the invitations or brought up the subject of visiting their very best friends, Thomas shook his head as if repelling a pesky mosquito. But every Saturday evening he sat at the table with such a forlorn look on his face that Marsha made plans on her own. She purchased airline tickets and arranged the visit with the Millers. Her husband couldn’t refuse to go. Part of his routine involved never wasting money.

Thomas spent a whole week sleeping in a strange bed, eating new cuisine, and experiencing new places. The four friends dipped their feet in the ocean, ate key lime pie during the afternoon, saw an amazing sea turtle, and laughed a lot.  sea turtle

On the Saturday evening after their return from Florida, Marsha made dinner and set the table in their accustomed way. Thomas frowned when he looked at the extra table settings.

“We should ask the new neighbors over one night,” he said. “After all, we deserve a little variety in life.”

Florida life


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