Monday, March 29, 2021

DRENCHED IN HAPPINESS!


H E L L O,  F R I E N D S ! !




Yeah, Life could be a dream . . . but


"The future ain't what it


used to be!"


said ol' Yogi Berra


It's sure true now with


COVID - 105, 205 & 281 


just around the corner.


I've had two shots, but


I still wear a mask! 


~ ~ ~ 




 Looking back

 

at OLD journal sketches. 



I'm suddenly 


Drenched in Happiness!


over sketches I'd forgotten.



like this old


 Film Noir


book cover sketch.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Here's a recent journal entry!!




And now I'm remembering


my old garden photos


when I narrated


Tomorrow and Tomorrow


and then added my own


comical lines . . .


I  hear myself getting tickled


knowing what I'm about


 to say  . . .


" . . .  is still a tale


told by an idiot


 . . . unless of course . . .

 

IT'S POSTED ON YOUTUBE!


Take a Look!!



----


"Tomorrow and tomorrow


creeps into this petty pace . . ."


FUNNY HOW


YOUR LIFE TURNS OUT!

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Thanks for watching . . .!


(scroll down for

The Happiness Project

and much, much, more.)


——-

 

Sunday, September 27, 2020

MY HAPPINESS PROJECT!

 


WHAT CAN I DO
TO HANG ON
UNTIL THE ELECTION?

~~~
One day I'm up

One day I'm down.

I NEED A HAPPINESS PROJECT!

I sketch in my journal.


"A cupful of stars"
===

I LOVE MY APARTMENT!

I'm GRATEFUL to have a meal
hung on my apartment door
every day.





But how can I STAY happy???

I write to myself in my journal!



Dear Diary,

A new chord struck

from the tuning fork

in my heart . . .

I've answered my own question!

TODAY IS A VERY SPECIAL DAY!

IT'S THE ONLY DAY I HAVE.

~ ~ ~

This IS MY HAPPINESS PROJECT!

To heed my own words!

"This is the only day I have."

AND TO COLOR IN MY WORLD!

I begin to color in my sketches
with more color
and more
care.




I don't color in a sketch until later




this is what a sketch looks like

as I was writing earnestly 

in my journal.

"TRUST THE PROCESS!"



If I take time to color

I'll lose my train of thought!
-----

Before:


After:


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IN THE MEANTIME

Here's our Wesley Looney Toons

Ukulele band

led by Rosemary Woodel



We played outside for Roland
who is 99 years old!


Here's our Ukulele song

TIPTOE THRU THE TULIPS!!

THIS IS A 

HAPPINESS PROJECT, TOO!

Over My Head I Hear Music in the Air

 https://youtu.be/KR75GTYw9_w


(Rosemary's wonderful YouTube Channel!!)




Thanks for watching our videos
----
And now . . .
Here's an entry from my new
 self-published book, 

LOVE YOUR FATE
A Poetic Odyssey


Growing A Soul



During those wild, wilderness years,


I’d scrambled myself up a Fortune 500 ladder,


from mail room to corporate communications.


Honed a few skills I didn’t know I had.


Bought a leather briefcase.


Dressed for success.


Flown on a Lear jet to Jefferson City,


sitting behind the pilots,


watching the altimeter climb to 20,000.


After twelve years I started throwing up.


Is it food poisoning, I wondered?


Could it be undercooked chicken?


That smorgasbord at the Greenbrier conference


with Ben Bradlee as keynote speaker?


No, it is my soul vomiting.


Vested interests strangling me.


A new kind of meaning


has come my way,


through poetry mostly,


May Sarton,


Mary Oliver,


Marge Piercy.


Time to stop


and smell the roses


and grow a soul.


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Thanks for reading this.



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FOR THE DURATION
and more 
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Wednesday, March 18, 2020

FOR THE DURATION

"FOR THE DURATION"

By now all of you are 
weathering the constraints
placed on us in this
coronavirus pandemic.

When will it be over?

--------------

Back in WWII we had an expression

"For the Duration"

Some foods were rationed,
like sugar and coffee.
All you young folks can’t even
imagine how we
RECYCLED!! 
Grease, newspapers, tin foil wrappers
from cigarette packs, sticks of
chewing gum, and tooth paste tubes.

Even bubble gum was rationed!!

------------
We, Brown High Classmates of 1954
weathered that Storm.


To my classmates,
I send you love
from your classmate of 1954
Charlotte Ashurst.
Stay healthy and safe.
——


(a.k.a Chip McDaniel)

—-
I’ve been living in my
Retirement Apartment
for six months now.





I brought my keyboard, movie star photos
and strung up colored lights.

I've been playing in a Ukulele band.



Our Staff is keeping us safe from the
coronavirus.

Meals are delivered to our
rooms now.
Visitation is limited.



I’ve managed to finish a book

LOVE YOUR FATE:
A Poetic Odyssey
——
What if your life
came down to one book of poems?

What would they say?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Love  Your  Fate  takes you on a poetic journey of eighty years. These poems connect defining moments that led to an understanding of lifelong sadness and pain. Scenes depict wartime ration books, streetcars, singing on live TV, theater, marriage, children, divorce, the Women’s Movement, job at forty, early retirement, then finding the lost self through art, music, and poetry, and lastly, reflections on aging as part of the human condition.

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First PROOFS arrive!!!


Love Your Fate:
A Poetic Odyssey
is up on
Amazon!
(paperback and ebook)

I worked hard to
transform the essence
 of my memoir,

Girdled and Gloved:
From Radio to Youtube

into a narrative poetic
storyline.
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Here’s a sample poem:

Jeep Rides


Oh, how I wanted to earn a Victory badge
to be part of the war effort,
so I collected empty Lucky Strike packs
at the streetcar stop.
I hunted for chewing gum wrappers by the curbs,
stripping off the tinfoil.

Mother saved the Ipana toothpaste tube.
Grandma saved her tin cans.
I smashed them fiercely
with a big hammer on a flat stone,
then stuffed them in an orange mesh bag.

Finally I have enough grease and newspapers
and mashed-up ball of tin
to earn a Victory badge plus a Lieutenant’s ribbon.
Our principal, Miss Kendrick says we will
soon get a Jeep ride with soldiers from Ft. McPherson.

One fine morning our teacher lines us up two by two
marching us outside just as a convoy
of Army jeeps drives onto our dusty playground.

We seven-year-olds are wild with excitement.
Two soldiers grab my arms, lift me up,
slinging me in the back seat
like a sack of potatoes.
They drive us straight off the curb
bouncing us up and down
like Mexican jumping beans.

We wave at people standing in their walkways.
They wave back, as if we’ve just returned from the war.
In my head I hear a marching band
playing The Stars and Stripes Forever.


Thanks for reading this:
Here’s a link to my book:

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Saturday, November 9, 2019

CHRONICLES AT EIGHTY!


HELLO FRIENDS!

I've MOVED!



Here's my new little
patio apt. at Wesley Woods of Athens.
 I moved in on July 25.




This photo is from behind my long sofa.
~ ~ ~

This is what it looked like empty.


(friendly maintenance guys)

~ ~ ~

My door! Apt. 108


(framed Album covers print)

I'm trying to decorate it
in an interesting style.



Bedroom with my
dancing women creations.

(A crazy decor of an aging musical diva.)

Mirrors help make it feel larger.
~ ~ ~


Here's a journal entry after
three months:




Nov. 1, 2019:
Dear Diary,
A new journal begins, finally. May this next month be healing. I’ve been so low energy, nose stopped up, ear, too. The only thing saving me is reading old journals. Yes!
They are a saving grace.
                ~ ~ ~


Thank goodness I packed up
 all my old journals
 and brought them with me.
~ ~ ~
These three months have been
a huge adjustment.

~ ~ ~

Mon. Nov. 4, 2019
Dear Diary,
Am I better? Maybe. But my “can-do” has no muscle or will, focus, or inspiration!
What do I have to look forward to - to rev me up?

I can color in this page to inspire tomorrow. Maybe make a photo . . . a blog post . . . maybe Chronicles at Eighty?

~ ~ ~

Here's the tiny kitchen.



I was asked if I would submit
an art piece for the
Resident's Art Wall




Seeing my watercolor on the resident's wall was a life affirming experience.
I need it!
~ ~ ~

However, my energy can only go
to one place and I want to publish
Love Your Fate!


(Draft of a cover design)


stay tuned . . .

~~~
THANKS FOR READING!!
Scroll down for more posts:
(A Strangely Delicious Breakfast
Brave New CyberWorld
The Day My Car Died!)