I voted for myself what a rush. Barkley thinks Howl 0 Weenie could be a funny time of year. Dress up!!!!! Carve food into faces??
People are so strange.
Clocks Fall back one hour.......
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Time change
I voted for myself what a rush. Barkley thinks Howl 0 Weenie could be a funny time of year. Dress up!!!!! Carve food into faces??
Friday, October 24, 2008
Gail, Dan, and Barkley.
Dan came to stay for a couple of days and he and Barkley renewed their relationship. They are so good for each other. We walked in the woods, ate out at Pearl's. and Gail and Dan went shopping.
Jimmy came over and we moved the offices to the new location and everything is in its place including the wireless network.
The electricity was out for over an hour tonight. We had candles, fire in the wood stove, and fireplace. Gail and I played cards and just had a wonderful time.
Happy weekend to all. Stay safe.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Matt & Beth's wedding October 18, 2008
Saturday was a wonderfully sunny, warm day in October. The bride was beautiful and the groom was handsome. The wedding site on Lake Michigan could not have been more charming. Jane's touches were everywhere.
When I asked the bride and groom what they liked best about their wedding day, they both commented on the friends and family who attended and affirmed their values that a wedding is a day to share with the people you love. Beth has never seemed more poised and Matt never more of a gentleman. The food and friendship were abundant.
Gail went to Jane's early to be a support system, and I went down on Saturday morning.
Dan arrived last night and we have been catching up on his exciting life as a dresser for the Jersey Boys ( musical, stage version) in Chicago. We are so happy for him as it looks like he has found his niche.
Friday, October 17, 2008
May 08
I was looking for a picture for mother and found this photo of Barkley and Uncle Dan. I think B has grown.
Dan is coming next week and we are all excited.
Peace Collar
Uncle Dan was able to do what the rest of us couldn't. He found Barkley a Peace Collar. Barkley was so excited to have another collar he went to bed. It is very nice and he really is quite handsome. Thanks, Uncle Dan
Monday, October 13, 2008
THE DOOR, DECK, AND DOG COLLAR
Last Thursday Amos came to put in the new doors. By the time we were done it was part of a new deck and new siding. Water had gotten in behind the old deck and rotted out the siding and much of the deck. It is done and I am glad. This new door lets sunlight in where we had none before.
Barkley is seven months old today and for the last 4 days he has been using his electric collar He is so pleased to have some alone time and to just be in the yard. He really loves that he can chase the squirrel from many directions. He and Duke ran and played for hours Friday. It helped that we had never taken him in the yard where the fence wasn't. He knew pretty much where he could be already. We certainly proved what we knew. He is not visual! He doesn't even see the flags. He sure hears the warning beep.
I am working in the office trying to get caught up and get my schedule ready for the next month. Gail is getting ready to go to Jane's for the Beth's wedding.
We have had high 70's weather. Today will be even warmer. I waded in the bay Saturday night. It felt so good on my old tired feet. My back, legs, and feet took a beating working on the deck. Amos and I discussed the "replace a board a week plan". Lumber like everything else is so expensive. We are not charging anything. Little by little we will whip it into shape.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Something for Becca in Germany and those in the US who cannot get downloads in a reasonable time.
Kay Ryan, Outsider Who Revels in Wordplay, Is Named Poet Laureate - NYTimes.com
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Kay Ryan, Outsider With Sly Style, Named Poet Laureate
By PATRICIA COHEN
Correction Appended
When Kay Ryan was a student at the University of California, Los Angeles, the poetry club rejected her application; she was perhaps too much of a loner, she recalls. Now Ms. Ryan is being inducted into one of the most elite poetry clubs around. She is to be named the country's poet laureate on Thursday.
Known for her sly, compact poems that revel in wordplay and internal rhymes, Ms. Ryan has won a carriage full of poetry prizes for her funny and philosophical work, including awards from the Guggenheim Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and in 2004, the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, worth *100,000.
Still, she has remained something of an outsider.
"I so didn't want to be a poet," Ms. Ryan, 62, said in a phone interview from her home in Fairfax, Calif. "I came from sort of a self-contained people who didn't believe in public exposure, and public investigation of the heart was rather repugnant to me."
But in the end "I couldn't resist," she said. "It was in a strange way taking over my mind. My mind was on its own finding things and rhyming things. 1 was getting diseased."
Dana Gioia, a poet and the chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, was an early supporter of Ms. Ryan's work, describing her as the "thoughtful, bemused, affectionate, deeply skeptical outsider."
"She would certainly be part of the world if she could manage it," he said. "She has certain reservations. That is what makes her like Dickinson in some ways."
Poets, editors, critics and academics around the country offered advice to James H. Billington, the lIbrarian of Congress, about whom to choose to succeed Charles Simic as the nation's 16th poet laureate, who was appointed 2007. Ms. Ryan's work has ''this quality of simplicity; it's highly accessible poetry," Dr. Billington said. "She takes you through little images to see a very ordinary thing or ordinary sentiment in a more subtle and deeper way."
Ms. Ryan likes to take familiar images and cliches and reincarnate them in a wholly original form. "The Other Shoe" reads:
Oh if it were only the other shoe hanging
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07117 /booksI17poet.html? _r=1&ei=5070&en=d6776l5a59f... 10/2/2008
Kay Ryan, Outsider Who Revels in Wordplay, Is Named Poet Laureate - NYTimes.com
in space before joining its mate.
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Her poems are spare. "An almost empty suitcase, that's what I want my poems to be, few things," Ms. Ryan said. "The reader starts taking them out, but they keep multiplying."
Ms. Ryan grew up in small towns throughout the San Joaquin Valley and Mojave Desert. Her mother taught elementary school. A nervous person, her mother craved quiet, so there was virtually no television or radio playing in the home, Ms. Ryan said. In "Shark's Teeth" she writes, "Everything contains some silence." The poem continues:
An hour
of city holds maybe
a minute of these remnants of a time when silence reigned, compact and dangerous as a shark.
Her father was a dreamer. She once said he could "fail at anything," having tried selling Christmas trees, drilling oil wells and working in a chromium mine.
It was after his death, when she was 19, that she started writing poems. But Ms. Ryan said she always had mixed feelings about it. "I wanted to do it, but I didn't want to expose myself," she said.
After briefly attending Antelope Valley College, she transferred to D.C.L.A, where she earned both a bachelor's and master's degree in English.
She moved to Marin County in 1971 and lives there now, with her partner, Carol Adair.
In 1976 she finally realized that she could not escape the poet inside her. She had decided to ride a bicycle from California to Virginia in 80 days. Riding along the Hoosier Pass in the Colorado Rockies, she said, she felt an incredible opening up, "an absence of boundaries, an absence of edges, as if my brain could do anything."
"Finally I can ask the question: Can I be a writer?" The answer came back as a question, she said. "Do you like it?"
"So it was quite simple for me. I went home and began to work."
Public recognition came slowly. It took 20 years for her to receive acclaim for her work. "All of us want instant success," she said. "I'm glad I was on a sort of slow drip."
Ms. Ryan has carved out a life conducive to poetry writing. She has taught the same remedial English course at the College of Marin in Kentfield, Calif., for more than 30 years. When asked if she thought her new position would make it harder to write, she replied, "No, uh-uh. I think it will make it impossible."
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07117 /booksI17poet.html? _r=1&ei=5070&en=d677615a59£... 10/2/2008
Kay Ryan, Outsider Who Revels in Wordplay, Is Named Poet Laureate - NYTimes.com
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She has published six books of poetry and her work regularly appears in The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, and The New York Review of Books.
One of her first duties as poet laureate is an appearance at the National Book Festival on Sept. 27011 the National Mall in Washington. More formally she will kick offthe Library of Congress's annual literary series on Oct. 16 by reading her own work. The library doesn't require much of its laureates, although in recent years many have undertaken projects to broaden poetry's reach to children and adults. Ms. Ryan has no definite plans, but said she might like to "celebrate the Library of Congress," adding "maybe I'll issue library cards to everyone."
For a woman who once shrank from exposing herself, this new position will put her in the public eye more than ever. But at this point Ms. Ryan is philosophical: "I realized that whatever we do or don't do, we're utterly exposed."
This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:
Correction: July 18,2008
An article on Thursday about Kay Ryan, the country's new poet laureate, misstated the year she won the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize. It was 2004, not 1994.
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July 17,2008
P~INTER.fRIENDU FtIRMAT J!~SEl ""NOO"ED BY ~ nE N
Kay Ryan, Outsider With Sly Style, Named Poet Laureate
By PATRICIA COHEN
Correction Appended
When Kay Ryan was a student at the University of California, Los Angeles, the poetry club rejected her application; she was perhaps too much of a loner, she recalls. Now Ms. Ryan is being inducted into one of the most elite poetry clubs around. She is to be named the country's poet laureate on Thursday.
Known for her sly, compact poems that revel in wordplay and internal rhymes, Ms. Ryan has won a carriage full of poetry prizes for her funny and philosophical work, including awards from the Guggenheim Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and in 2004, the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, worth *100,000.
Still, she has remained something of an outsider.
"I so didn't want to be a poet," Ms. Ryan, 62, said in a phone interview from her home in Fairfax, Calif. "I came from sort of a self-contained people who didn't believe in public exposure, and public investigation of the heart was rather repugnant to me."
But in the end "I couldn't resist," she said. "It was in a strange way taking over my mind. My mind was on its own finding things and rhyming things. 1 was getting diseased."
Dana Gioia, a poet and the chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, was an early supporter of Ms. Ryan's work, describing her as the "thoughtful, bemused, affectionate, deeply skeptical outsider."
"She would certainly be part of the world if she could manage it," he said. "She has certain reservations. That is what makes her like Dickinson in some ways."
Poets, editors, critics and academics around the country offered advice to James H. Billington, the lIbrarian of Congress, about whom to choose to succeed Charles Simic as the nation's 16th poet laureate, who was appointed 2007. Ms. Ryan's work has ''this quality of simplicity; it's highly accessible poetry," Dr. Billington said. "She takes you through little images to see a very ordinary thing or ordinary sentiment in a more subtle and deeper way."
Ms. Ryan likes to take familiar images and cliches and reincarnate them in a wholly original form. "The Other Shoe" reads:
Oh if it were only the other shoe hanging
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07117 /booksI17poet.html? _r=1&ei=5070&en=d6776l5a59f... 10/2/2008
Kay Ryan, Outsider Who Revels in Wordplay, Is Named Poet Laureate - NYTimes.com
in space before joining its mate.
Page 2 of3
Her poems are spare. "An almost empty suitcase, that's what I want my poems to be, few things," Ms. Ryan said. "The reader starts taking them out, but they keep multiplying."
Ms. Ryan grew up in small towns throughout the San Joaquin Valley and Mojave Desert. Her mother taught elementary school. A nervous person, her mother craved quiet, so there was virtually no television or radio playing in the home, Ms. Ryan said. In "Shark's Teeth" she writes, "Everything contains some silence." The poem continues:
An hour
of city holds maybe
a minute of these remnants of a time when silence reigned, compact and dangerous as a shark.
Her father was a dreamer. She once said he could "fail at anything," having tried selling Christmas trees, drilling oil wells and working in a chromium mine.
It was after his death, when she was 19, that she started writing poems. But Ms. Ryan said she always had mixed feelings about it. "I wanted to do it, but I didn't want to expose myself," she said.
After briefly attending Antelope Valley College, she transferred to D.C.L.A, where she earned both a bachelor's and master's degree in English.
She moved to Marin County in 1971 and lives there now, with her partner, Carol Adair.
In 1976 she finally realized that she could not escape the poet inside her. She had decided to ride a bicycle from California to Virginia in 80 days. Riding along the Hoosier Pass in the Colorado Rockies, she said, she felt an incredible opening up, "an absence of boundaries, an absence of edges, as if my brain could do anything."
"Finally I can ask the question: Can I be a writer?" The answer came back as a question, she said. "Do you like it?"
"So it was quite simple for me. I went home and began to work."
Public recognition came slowly. It took 20 years for her to receive acclaim for her work. "All of us want instant success," she said. "I'm glad I was on a sort of slow drip."
Ms. Ryan has carved out a life conducive to poetry writing. She has taught the same remedial English course at the College of Marin in Kentfield, Calif., for more than 30 years. When asked if she thought her new position would make it harder to write, she replied, "No, uh-uh. I think it will make it impossible."
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07117 /booksI17poet.html? _r=1&ei=5070&en=d677615a59£... 10/2/2008
Kay Ryan, Outsider Who Revels in Wordplay, Is Named Poet Laureate - NYTimes.com
Page 3 of3
She has published six books of poetry and her work regularly appears in The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, and The New York Review of Books.
One of her first duties as poet laureate is an appearance at the National Book Festival on Sept. 27011 the National Mall in Washington. More formally she will kick offthe Library of Congress's annual literary series on Oct. 16 by reading her own work. The library doesn't require much of its laureates, although in recent years many have undertaken projects to broaden poetry's reach to children and adults. Ms. Ryan has no definite plans, but said she might like to "celebrate the Library of Congress," adding "maybe I'll issue library cards to everyone."
For a woman who once shrank from exposing herself, this new position will put her in the public eye more than ever. But at this point Ms. Ryan is philosophical: "I realized that whatever we do or don't do, we're utterly exposed."
This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:
Correction: July 18,2008
An article on Thursday about Kay Ryan, the country's new poet laureate, misstated the year she won the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize. It was 2004, not 1994.
Copyright 2008 The New York Times Company
Privacy Policy I Search I Corrections I
First Look I llilli! I Contact Us I Work for Us I Site Map
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/17/booksI17poet.html? _r=I&ei=5070&en=d677615a59£... 10/2/2008
Squirrel in tree. Where is the gun? How come I can't climb trees?
Don't forget that hunting season has started. Dress your pets and yourself appropriately for your walks in the woods.
Reading everyone's blog that I follow I find we are all busy. I am reminded that in our hurry we must remember that fall is a beautiful season and that we must take a few moments to take it in.
Halloween is coming and that takes us from the beauty of fall to wonder of the first days of snow. We go with the abundance that this month of harvest gives us.
Kirsten goes running, Beth and Linda go walking,
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