Tuesday, October 18, 2005

3rd Grade Wisdom...

The following is shared with permission from my good friend, Mary, a third grade teacher. As you will see, she is a very good third grade teacher:

I need a fortune moment with one of my boys, and I think engaging him in the lessons will be a good thing. (Fortune moment after one of my boys last year. When I asked what a fortune was, he said, "That's when you go out on your own, get a nice house, a nice place to rest; get a lot of good food, invite your friends over, and listen to music."

"Jeffrey," I said, "That's the best definition of a fortune that I've ever heard!"

That particular child, who had been a problem, started to really participate in class. It was an effect that lasted most of the year. So now I call any moment when I can reach a particular child, a "fortune moment.")

I love that story so much...it's hard to know whether to wish for Jeffrey's definition of fortune or for a "fortune moment"!

However, I've been fortunate enough to recently have both. We spent last week on California's Monterey Peninsula for my nephew's wedding. It was a wonderful, intimate celebration of a marriage and the blending of two great families.

Saturday and Sunday were spent much like Jeffrey's definition of fortune with a party scheduled about every 3 hours: 2:30 PM bridal shower at tea room; 5:30 PM rehearsal dinner (almost as large as the 80 person wedding and with as many toasts!); 8:00 PM bonfire on the beach with beer, wine, and s'mores (got that Jeffrey?); 4:00 PM wedding then party on into the night.

Here's a picture of the happy couple...a union of Navy & Airforce.

It's not a wedding picture...he wore dress whites, she wore a (definitely out of uniform) gown.

But back to fortunes...
The rest of the week was more like a collection of "fortune moments": Enjoyable time spent with my brother's family, my sister and her gentleman friend, and most importantly with the dh. Lot's of fun hiking, biking, eating, and zooming up and down the Pacific Coast Highway in a '06 Mustang.

And I'm not sorry to say, I was having way too much fun to knit.

I wish you all such fortune (and a "fortune moment" or two)!

Friday, October 07, 2005

Just some thoughts...

There are about a half dozen of these blooms on the rosebush by the front door. It always amazes me to have roses in October. That was a topic in one of my earliest blog entries on the old blog October '02 Archives. That reminds me: this months marks 3 years of blogging for me. That's the longest I have ever kept any kind of diary or journal, even though it did move from Geocities, to Blogger, to PeoplePC, and now back to Blogger.

October always brings a certain kind of mood with it. It's the mood that sends me to the poetry books, online poetry sites, and reading Thomas Hardy novels. In other words, not a particularly light mood. It's a mood in which there is a straining to have words duplicate the depth of color and atmostphere of this time of year in the upper midwest. Bright autumn leaves; gunmetal skies; cold,turgid, rushing water; morning mists of water vapor and evening mists of woodsmoke; the scent of decaying leaves; amplified traffic sounds as the insulation of leaves fall from the trees. October is a sensory blanket that envelopes us.

For those that were wondering...the Saturday weaving demo at church function went well. Several women from our church brought in rag rugs woven by their Finnish relatives as an additional "show of support". The Finns in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, Upper Wisconsin, and Northern Minnesota were formidable rag rug weavers. The one woman who had been so "prickly" to Laura was very gracious. She came over to talk with me and said she didn't know that one could weave with such fine threads (8/2 cotton?!). I guess there's a lot of things we all don't know....

The title of the conference was "In the Hands of the Master Weaver". Five different break out sessions were available. The one I attended was Adults Saving Kids. I always jump back and forth between: being sad that kids are exposed to so much so early in life, to being glad that we live in a time where kids are encouraged to talk openly about what they are going through. Deep thoughts...

Blogging about fiber pursuits feel pretty banal by comparison. This blog might suggest that my world revolves around threadplay. It does not. I feel that through this blog I've been tugging and tugging at a single thread in my personal tapestry. The result is a distorted picture...a cartoon if you will..that isn't very representative of me. That's okay for a blog. But it's not very healthy for me. I'll be crawling under my October blanket for a little while.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Poetry Thread...

If you've read me since my old blog, you know that I like poetry. Every now and then some poems cross my path that speak to me of thread, needle, and all things fiber.

For example, William Blake's


How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.

What spinner can resist a poem like that...though it does sound almost like a psalm, doesn't it?

Also...phoned my sister the other day and Flylady led her to her button box. Of course 15 minutes had passed, then another 15 minutes...and you know how it goes. I don't think I could even begin to go through my button box!

Today I found Ted Kooser's website with 3 poems online. One of them is:

A Jar of Buttons

This is a core sample
from the floor of the Sea of Mending,

a cylinder packed with shells
that over many years

sank through fathoms of shirts —
pearl buttons, blue buttons —

and settled together
beneath waves of perseverance,

an ocean upon which
generations of women set forth,

under the sails of gingham curtains,
and, seated side by side

on decks sometimes salted by tears,
made small but important repairs.

Doesn't that capture the image of a jar of buttons?
Ted is our current Poet Laureate....I like his poetry almost as much as Billy Collins

I hope you'll go and check out more of Billy and Ted's poems. Perhaps even pick up and browse (buy?) one of their books on your next bookstore trip.

And if you are into children's poetry, check out: A Sock is a Pocket for Your Toes

Meanwhile I will treadle the wheel and ply my needles in iambic pentameter.