Picaresque

Picaresque is the adjective to describe writings about a common or low character who survives the pitfalls of life through luck or good fortune. My travels, interests, my animals, my photographs, my wonderful friends and family are featured.

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Bless'ed Sleep

After real effort I am getting caught up on sleep and it makes a huge difference in everything- attitude, size of the ankles and feet etc. My kidneys just seem to work better when I am horizontal and for that reason my sleep is interrupted. But after a trip every hour or so it just seems easier to stay up after a few hours. I managed to make it till eight today- the dogs were concerned and working on me but the door was open-they were free to come and go.

This world-wide web thingy is just amazing. After my last post I went looking for some things. I found Voltaire's Candide on the Gutenberg Project downloadable for FREE. I found a place in Norway that offers Classical Music downloads for a pittance-99 cents for Khatchaturian's First Piano Concerto. Reading and listening. Candide is so funny (and dirty) and it is as fresh as when it was written in 1720: surviving in a world that seems crazed with greed, war and despots. Voltaire, and Moliere were playwrights in a time when that was considered profane and they could not receive a Christian (Catholic) burial. So they waited until they were close to the end and re-canted and got absolution. The loophole. And I love St. Augustine's prayer: "Lord make me chaste-just not yet."

Honey is playing in the ditch- she loves the water. It makes her frisky and she is a riot to watch.

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