This cartoon made me laugh. I have friends who are always suggesting that I use Kickstarter to get extra funds to publish my books. I'm reluctant to do so, kind of for the same reason illustrated here. I mean, it's my project, my interests, and not necessarily of any benefit to anyone else. But maybe I'm being too hard on myself . . . .
Lot going on this week. At the mo, some folks are here packing up the stained glass I've been trying to sell for some years. Nice people. I'm still knocking on wood, till it all heads down the driveway, though.
On Thursday, I'll be heading down to Santa Fe to get myself signed up for Medicare. It's a long, boring story about why I don't have enough work credits to just be automatically enrolled when I turn 65 the day before the appointment, so I won't elaborate. It's only for the "just in case" issues, anyway, as Medicare doesn't cover eyedoctors, dentists, chiropractors or other alternative health care providers, and it certainly doesn't cover nutritional supplements or organic food. So on a day-to-day basis, not much advantage to it. However, if for some reason I needed a regular doctor or hospital, I'd be covered.
THEN, after that appointment, I meet up with the folks who do the layout for my books to deliver the new manuscript and artwork for Volume Two: Midcontinent. Kick ASS!!
My new book, Volume 2 of Secret Voices from the Forest, will be going to the layout folks on May 22nd - right after I pay a visit to the Social Security Admin in Santa Fe, to get signed up for Medicare. Not that I may ever have much use for it (knock on wood), as they don't cover eye doctors, dentists, chiropractors, alternative health care of any kind, nutritional supplements or organic food.
Anyway, I'm pleased with it. There are some minor changes, a lot more text, and things about Volume One that didn't please me will get a better working in Volume Two, such as the pics of the little plants and beasties.
The hat-wearing reference is to the fact that I not only do all the writing, artwork, research, traveling for said research, and publishing ($$$), but I have to be the sales person and bookkeeper as well!!
My father was born on this day in 1919, in Kansas City. He was hard-working, but easy-going and not particularly ambitious, unless you count wanting to get along with people an ambition. His father was very inclined towards success and gaining property and wealth, so the relationship was not totally satisfactory for either of them, although I don't believe they ever fell out, as it was called then.
At any rate, he was, in my terms, a good guy. And though he was indeed liked and respected by many, many people, I don't believe he was always appreciated for his intelligence and perception of other peoples qualities and gifts.
I know that it took me until I was 30 to truly understand how lucky I was to have him as a parent, and the older I get, hearing others stories of their upbringing, that seems to have been greater all the time.
So, Happy Birthday Dad, wherever your spirit may be. Love, LJ
Seems clear to me - if we don't learn to love our home, we're going to lose it—or at least access to it, as IT will most likely survive us, if not entirely intact. So the primary goal of this website is to engender curiosity about something in nature—anything, whether it's an amoeba or the oceans. Whatever does it for you —get active, if you can, or get interested and support, if you're like me and are not able or inclined to tromp around in the woods.
I am an artist and writer, living off grid, in a strawbale house on the high mesa near Taos, New Mexico. I have four cats, and live amongst a variety of wildlife including, but not limited to: coyote, pronghorn antelope, elk, endless bunnies and jackrabbits (and myriad other rodents), ravens, mountain bluebirds, rattlesnakes, and tarantula.
The cats stay in, everything else stays out.