REDONDOWRITER'S SACRED ORDINARY

Haiku My Heart: Lake Dawn

Lake Dawn, a refuge,

sweet summer memories

for the months to come.

My eldest son, wife and my grandsons live in one of the most idyllic places in the world as far as I am concerned. Each year when I visit their home on Lake Dawn, right outside the Hurricane Ridge Gate of Olympic National Park, in Port Angeles, WA, I love to sit and simply be. This year I had a new experience as the dock is built and the canoe is tethered to the dock. We trudged through the mud and weeds to to the dock, thus my gigantic pair of rubber shoes (my sons). I'm not as steady on my feet as I once was, so I watched my DIL and grandsons as they paddled around the lake. 

Be sure and visit Rebecca's Mi Corazon website to see everyone's haikus today. 

Haiku My Heart Friday: Art Journal

Back to the journal

After a stretch of nada

Me: work in progress.

When I got up this morning I was literally led to the table where my long-suffering art journal has been waiting for my return. It has been weeks since I've worked there. Three hours later, this is what emerged. Three hours? Yes, and it sped by. Here I am still in my white cotton nightgown and it's past noon. 

Thanks, Rebecca, as always, for hosting our Haiku My Heart Fridays. Drop by and read and see what the other participants are saying. 

Sophia the Mannikin - Tales From the Underbelly

Yes, I was busy this summer. Yes, I neglected Sophia the Art Mannikin. I dressed her in my mother-of-the-groom dress from 2001 in May and when I got home from my three weeks of vacation, someone had thrown a blanket over her. Oh, the indignity of it all. 

 

And then there was the phone call and e-mail from AAAP, followed by a registered letter. Seems AAAP stands for the American Assn. of Art Mannikins, which I did not even know existed. 

Yes, I know that when one adopts an art mannikin, there are certain responsibiities, but come to find out that leaving them in the same, dated clothes for 2 1/2 months is punishable.

I was not only charged with neglect, but abuse, although I did explain that I suspected my 24-year-old grandson had thrown the blanket over her. He stayed here sometimes when I was on vacation and he has HATED dolls of any ilk all his life. 

So, I pleaded guilty and was not officially cited because I promised to redress her faithfully once a month from now on. 

She doesn't like the heat any more than I do, so she is dressed for hot August nights in Redondo Beach, CA. 

By the way, I did not tell my mannikin secret to the AAAP. Sophia's sister Stephanie is currently naked in a corner of my garage as I keep intending to collage her but haven't gotten around to it yet, nor will I in the near future. Such indignity, especially since my garage door is broken and the garage door men keep traipsing in and out trying to figure out the problem. I'll go put something on her this afternoon, or I guess I could throw a blanket over her. No, Redondowriter; don't even think it. 

 

My Beautiful Sister Betty and I

When I was traveling I had a devil of a time posting photos from my iPad. Now I'd like you all to see a photo of my sister Betty and I taken by her friends Missy and Debbie who came for dinner when I was visiting Betty at her retirement home, Olympics West. Would you ever guess that beautiful Betty is 88? 

Boys of Summer

My iPad is so touchy about photos but here is one of Zach cooling down--I hope. This was an at home day: wading pool, boys giving a dance concert just like rock stars, baking cookies with momma, and lots of late afternoon digging in the dirt near their dad's construction site. Even hotter today in Port Angeles--hottest I've experienced. What a great trip I've had and I am so grateful.

Postcards from Paradise Reading With Grandsons

http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2012/08/postcards-from-paradise-becoming-light.html#comments

This is grandma Fran in paradise..reading to two of her grandsons at Lake Dawn near Olympic National Park, Port Angeles. Paradise comes in all kinds of surprising sacred ordinariness.

Haiku My Heart - Happy Forest

A happy forest
Mountains, lakes, sky, sun, grandsons
Me, you, us smiling.

For Rebecca's Haiku My Heart

This whimsical face surprised me today walking around the forest yard at my son's beautiful home at Lake Dawn, Port Angeles, WA. He and his son Zach created it.

Photos from Jasper national park

These are just a few photos inside Jasper NP today. My iPad is giving me fits so hope this transmits through sacred ordinary.