And the Winner Is…




Kathy Stiles is the winner of the Thanksgiving giveaway.  Thanks for all the suggestions folks.  I ended up making corn muffins, banana nut, blueberry-apple and chocolate chip.

I’m loading the muffin tins as I stir the bacon and celery for the stuffing in the bird tomorrow.  We’ll take the muffins down to people who are stuck working tomorrow and play Thanksgiving Santa-Turkey (we need to come up with a name for that mascot) and then come home and put our bird in the oven for 5 or 6 hours.

My sister’s family is joining us when the storm in Vermont dies down tomorrow. Usually their family spends holiday mornings at the soup kitchen.  I’m thinking of their example this evening and realizing it’s not about charity or assuaging guilt.   It’s about connecting with our fellow human beings.

If the muffins are any good, we’re going to pick another set of ‘victims’ for Christmas.  We’re thinking the road crew (they don’t get holidays on stormy days.  Or maybe our local sheriff or the volunteer firefighters who are on call.  What do you think?

Where There’s Light


Sometimes I think the powers that be are smart asses.

When I was a kid I loved to draw.  The first thing I ever drew was a field mouse from a fairy tale I can’t remember. I do remember the field mouse though. I remember how natural it felt to draw and that the end result didn’t stink.

I drew in high school, and, while my work will never be mistaken for a great master’s, I could make a tree look like a tree.  I had a few fantasies about art school, but, because I lacked the courage to forge my own path at the time,  they never went beyond fantasies.

Then a few years ago, I fell back into drawing.  And I can still make a tree look like a tree.  And this time, I have had the courage to keep forging ahead and keeping it part of my life.

And then the powers that be said, “Hah!”

June brought news of a degenerative disorder in my right eye.  The left eye, not wanting to be left out of the regular poking and prodding the right one now gets, decided over the weekend to join the party.

Part of me wondered if the great guardian of good art in the sky was trying to tell me something.  At first I though it might be trying to protect the world from my doodles.  It might be, but, over the last few years, I’ve developed a stronger ability to ignore the inner critic who whispers these possibilities in my ear.

So as I drove back today, thinking about adaptive devices and getting my 4th lens prescription in 6 months,  I decided to find  a more positive message in the diagnosis.   It’s the message that says to make hay – or doodles of hay for as long as the sun finds away into my lenses; to make every moment for as long it’s possible.

The future did get a bit cloudier today, but sometimes things are clearer without the white hot sun shining on them.  So as long as there’s any light – clouded or clear, I will focus on what is possible now and not on what might not be possible down the road.


And Now for Something Completely Gratuituous..



Pretty soon, we’ll be snowbound, and the seed catalogs (otherwise known as Porn for Gardeners) will start to arrive.

But this week kicks off not only celebrations of family and holy days for many religions, but a four-week orgy of eating which will hopefully be a feasible explanation for why I’ve been indulging in so much Diet Porn recently.

Thanksgiving Give Away – Win a Silly print



I’m giving away a signed 5×7 print of our resident turkey who, while grateful we ordered our holiday bird from the local turkey farm and allowed him to keep raiding our front yard, still wants to remind us that next Thursday is Thanksgiving – not Christmas or Hannukah.

So, while you may not want to put this anyplace where guests can see it, if you think it would bring you a little Turkey-day cheer, leave me an answer below to the great cosmic question below –
If you were making muffins for 5 or 6 dozen people, would you make a Sweet or Savory muffin?

I’ll pull a winner at random on Monday.