Thursday, February 23, 2012

A Del Norte County February

Battery Point Lighthouse
 February in a lot of places is snowier than here, but lately I've been talking to people in the southern hemisphere about the summer they are experiencing right now.  Here we have had gloriously sunny days and heavy downpour and the predominant theme is water, everywhere.  I love living close to the Pacific, and in February here, that means crabbing season is going on, the grey whales are sometimes visible from the sea cliffs, the water is cold and anything but peaceful.

Driftwood Mermaid

Some Writer's are offering free copies of their books in a giveaway that run through St. Patrick's Day,and two copies of my novel, in paperback, are among the prizes that you can register to win at

For Valentine's day, I got Roses and bookmarks with my books pictured on them

This is the way I've been spending my spare time
 I love being a writer, even though I still have to pay the bills with teaching.  But I have been making about the same as one half day of teaching, from my books this month :)  and I got to go in to visit a 5th grade class as a visiting author..The kids were much more impressed than they are when they meet me as a substitute teacher.  It was a lot of fun to see how many of the kids already think of themselves as writers.

Pear Blossoms
 Of course, being a writer, means that you also are a reader.  I love the fact that February has long periods when it is too cold and stormy to do much beside curl up with a good book.  Well that is my excuse now, granted, in August I will be at the river, and before swimming, I will claim that the hot perfect weather makes it mandatory to curl up on the beach with a good book.

Lately I found a sweet, Nanny McPhee type novel that has had me laughing in delight as the Ninja Librarian tries to tame a town filled with wild and outrageous characters.

 I am almost done with the Ninja Librarian, and I should get back to work writing on my Oregon Trail Novel, but that darn kindle has a massive list of free books and my bedroom has stacks of Paper books and reading one called of those is calling me too.

Sea Lions at the harbor

The fruit trees are beginning to bloom here.

Yes, the blooming has begun, can the sneezing be far behind?

 Have a beautiful time, whatever the season is like where you live.  Remember, when you look at the whole world, with its topsy turkey seasons, it is giving us a clue what we need in our lives too.  Balance, a little reading, a little writing, a big hug, a few tears, indoors, outdoors, work and play.  Through it all, remember this is your life, live it with a smile.
We are where the robins winter

My yard and the beaches are filled with birds which winter in Del Norte County where the mild winter and winter berries and the slugs and earthworms which thrive in our rain, are a winter banquet.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Our Love is More Romantic Than Romeo and Juliet's

Happy St. Valentine's Day!

 Once again it is Valentine's Day.  It is a day when it is natural to wonder, "does anybody love me."  But I have been lucky, never, in my 48 years have I not known that the answer to that question was a resounding, "YES!".
 My parents were not rich or perfect, but they loved my brothers and I without any room for doubt.  They got mad and yelled, they fought and worried, and Mom had extreme mood swings, but they said, "I love you" a lot, and they had a firm policy of never leaving the house without a good-by kiss just in case someone never made it back.  They took us with them, everywhere and we laughed more than we cried.

Of course there have to be difficult times, to help us grow and learn and become the strong people we are capable of being, and my test by fire came in school, where I never really fit in, and never failed to attract easing and bullying.  So while I always knew my family loved me, I was wracked by doubt that anyone else ever would.
 But again, I have been Lucky, wonderfully, undeservedly so.  I met a man when I was only 18, and our first date was just a few days after Valentine's day, 30 years ago this year.  At the time we were barely more than kids, but our minds were deaf to the predictions of failure from those older and wiser.  We never gee up, and it wasn't easy, but one of the first things he told me was, "I don't believe in divorce.  Murder, Yes, divorce never."

So we have been together 30 years, and I have to justify my title by insisting, sure, it is romantic to see a stranger on a moonlit balcony and proclaim a love worth dying for.  But it is more romantic to live with, and for someone through everything.

Valentine's Day flowers last briefly, but you know the love is real when you both are on your knees, hugging the porcelain god, and he looks up with flu wracked eyes and says, "I'd rather be this sick with you, than healthy with anyone else."

 We were scrawny, young people in love - and over the years we have grown (now I'm twice the woman I was) and changed and yet - I love him still
 I love that he knows me so well that he finishes my sentences, and gets the reason a certain word makes me laugh or cry

 I love that he held my hand as I was in agony in the hospital with appendicitis and again as I was in tears of joy holding each of our new babies.  I love that he knew I'd need him the day my parents went home after a 2 week visit and packed the car and took me camping.  I love that he knew I'd be there all summer when his Mom needed him at the hospital in Rochester, MN

 When we were young, people mistook us for siblings and we never went anywhere without being sued if we were brother and sister.
 But my real brothers don't look or act much like me at all, and yet my husband loves them because I love them.

 I swear the boys Duct taped their own mouths in this picture taken by my Mother-in-law.
 And as our boys have grown and their life has sped up, ours slowed down a bit and became more relaxed.

 We may not exactly make the "Most beautiful People" list, but I know, when I look at him, I am looking at beauty.

 There is a deep Joy in being loved, a peace in knowing that we might disagree and argue, but that I will never cease to celebrate that this wonderful person really knows me, and loves me because of who I am.

Thank you, Mimi and Harvey, for having such a wonderful son.

I Love You Greg.