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.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Art du Terese

Neighbor Terese is an artist. Her big paper comes out from under their mattress most afternoons and she works either in the VW Vanagon or in their screenhouse. Nicole is also an artist and she and Terese are spending several afternoons a week working together. As we have gotten to know each other Terese, loaned me her thumb drive with many of her works. She is into a feather motif now but has painted many subjects. Rene' listens to his iPod and reads while she works.

I was pleased to see Andre an old (80) friend from Dearborn, Michigan. He and his wife Anna (81) are back in the park-riding their bikes and kind of scaring us-Their 1989 Ford Van was stopped from ending up in Lake Osborne by a tree that fortunately got in the way. I introduced them to my neighbors as they are all bilingual and have things in common. He is sharp as a tack and has good stories. I took Honey on a walk to see them this afternoon but they were off gallivanting.

I keep looking for the black cloud that is hanging over these sites. I am continuing to have computer trouble-enough so the new one hasn't gone back to the store. HPwide doesn't want to recognize any USB connections on which I depend. Meanwhile, Mark got his truck out of the transmission shop and had to drive it directly to the Ford dealer on 10th Ave. The engine is likely shot. My troubles are nothing compared to theirs.

Honey managed to look like Mike Tyson while the Camp Manager was nearby. I have been expecting a ticket all day. Plus, she chewed the vacuum cleaner cord in two when I went to bed early last night.

Greg dropped by- the "recession" has dropped their assets by $ X00,000.00. He is going to go home and start minting "Greg money" out of copper and silver he has collected-it will be worth its face value. He has many original thoughts-an interesting mind. Lew has been shrewd, though- they have lost less than most. As stocks are so cheap right now Greg wants to go on a frugality kick and start pouring assets into stocks so he can get a bigger voice. I have had the same idea. Believe me they don't want Greg at a stockholder's meeting. He is beyond ticked off. It didn't come easy and it disappeared in a flash. We all feel lucky to be be free and clear and debt free with a patch to garden. His morning rant was on the olive oil scandal which I missed- apparently some big companies have been substituting corn oil from cattle feed corn (genetically modified to boot)and selling it as olive oil. I need to research this. My "belly buster" dietary changes may be adding fine marbling to the haunches. We both wonder where the "perp walks" are. Steal a candy bar from 7-11 and you get jail time. Rip off $50 billion and you get an ankle monitor in your penthouse.

At 7:00 a.m. this morning is was 40 degrees here and 52 degrees in Casper, Wyoming. Supposed to be 80 here on Friday, though so I will overlook the discrepancy. A nice jacket day here with lots of sunshine.
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