CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

June 13, 2009

A DAY IN MY LIFE: Journaling on June 12, 2009


     Tonight, by typing directly into the post box rather than onto a word document (followed by cut and paste),  I’m doing something different. In addition, I am doing a distinctly journal post. This is not my intent on my writing blog. So be it. Bear with me.

     As I type, I can hear my husband and a family friend, Lois, screaming in the background. They are watching the third period of the seventh game in the Pittsburgh-Detroit hockey playoffs—for the Stanley Cup. It is the seventh game of the series, and each team has won three games. At this time, the Pittsburgh Penguins are ahead, 2-0.

     Since it is my husband’s seventy-first birthday, it would be nice if the Penguins win.

     While they watch, I will share the events of my day. It was an easy morning. I had coffee on the front patio, and cleaned up a large pile of dishes. Usually my husband does the dishes. It is an agreement we made when we moved in: he would do this task while I sorted through mounds of accumulated stuff. Six years into our sojourn in the Ligonier area, I still have a long ways to go. It looks like he has years of keeping up with the dish clean-up task.

     Since this is writer’s group day, using the fitness room and pool at the Ligonier YMCA is out. However, I have already been there four times this week, and hope to return tomorrow, a fifth day. This is my “day off.”

     Kathleen and Erik, my other daughter and grandson, called to wish Monte a happy birthday. After I wished Monte a happy birthday, I prepared for facilitating the Beanery Writers Group. I was able to leave early, and stopped at a garden shop enroute, enjoying exploring the plants and their stock of gift items.

     Enroute to Latrobe, I noticed that most of the radio channels were coming in either very softly (I had to turn the volume sky high, and it still wasn’t very audible) or staticky. I wondered if this was the effect of the television and radio transition to its new transmission style, or a result of the huge storm last night.

     When I arrived at the Coffee Bean Cafe, where the writers meet, Sal was already there. We decided to lunch in our meeting room, and arranged the tables.

YOU’VE GOT TO GET THE PUCK OUT OF THAT ZONE! You have to stop the faceoff! UH OH! You’ve got to get the face-off now! They didn’t get it. Shoot. NO!

     I immediately emptied three shopping bags of paperback books I’d cleared off my bookshelves. I was taking them to the writer’s group and letting members take them for a donation. I took in three bags, returned home with two of them. The “unsold” books will ultimately be donated to the Ligonier Library book sale.  We pulled in about twenty dollars this way, money to be used to print our thiird booklet.

     During a break, Nolan and his sons called to wish Monte happy birthday. He, too, was watching the game—in Cleveland Heights—while my daughter-in-law was preparing the boys for bed.

COME ON! THEY NEEDED THAT GOAL AND JUST DIDN’T GET IT.

FACE OFF. FACE OFF. FACE OFF.

STOP HIM, STOP HIM STOP HIM.

NOW WE HAVE A FACE OFF. IT GIVES THEM A CHANCE TO SET UP A PLAY.

10:37 pm. IT’S OVER! WE WON!!!!! The Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup.

     There was a lively discussion on critiques for four members. Joe brought words in to a song, which he sang after teaching our group to sing the chorus. We all joined in at the at the appropriate time. Bill also brought in a song to be critiqued, and Joanne attempted to sing the first two verses. After Bill read a poem about the battle at Gettysburg, new member Bob, a photography club member, told the group about a photograph a Westmoreland Photography member created from his Gettysburg pictures. It gave me an idea—could the writers and the photographers collaborate on the Beanery Writers 2010 booklet?

     Sal left—tired from a swimming regimen. We ended the meeting with a prompt: Describe a character using the contents of his/her wallet. Suddenly, several persons were exchanging wallets. I ended up with Dmitri’s wallet, and he had mine. Later he said he hadn’t explored the wallet too much. He knew I was older due to the AARP card. I felt funny rummaging through someone else’s wallet, even with permission. I wrote that I knew he had had tough birthdays, since his occurred in December. He concurred, noting that most of the time it was combined with the Christmas holiday.  Mary created a story about a dead body discovered under a bridge, and what his wallet revealed.

     After the meeting, I took Julia to her bank on 981 and 30, then to Shop & Save. Enroute home, I stopped at Giant Eagle, where I met my daughter SAndy, and her daughter, Jordan. We decided to order pizza and I purchased a large chocolate chip cookie with balloons on it. The baker wrote “Monte, Happy 71st. GO PENGUINS!” on it. She overlaid black lettering with yellow lettering.

     Monte, Sandy, Jordan, Lois and I enjoyed a quiet meal on the patio. Sandy gave her father a dandelion picker—one where he doesn’t have to stoop down—for a gift, and a couple of cards. I haven’t gotten his gift yet, although I know what it will be. Sal told me where to find the bicycle seat I want to replace for him.

     The wind was almost too much to keep the seven candles (one for each decade) lit, but they remained lit long enough for Monte to blow them out. We enjoyed slices of the cookie with chocolate ice cream that had chips of chocolate in it, and also small footballs made like peanut butter cups.

     I changed clothes and went to the Compass Inn get-together. I spoke with several persons, including Evelyn, whose house I am supposed to photograph. I visited with three women, one I knew, who told the others I was a writer. I shared with them the last story I submitted to the local paper, about the Big Chicken Hunt, which rebutted two of the paper’s previous articles that the owner of a big fiberglass chicken was a one-of-a-kind item. I had a file of eight others in the country. The article should be published soon.

     Shortly, I headed to the Darlington Inn, where I had promised to meet Joanne. Dmitri was playing the electric piano.

     Enroute, the sky was beautiful. I pulled into the Ligonier Beach parking lot to use my camera. Somehow, I lost my glasses (they weren’t around my neck like they usually were.) I searched for twenty minutes, but couldn’t find them, even though they were on a purple cord. I will have to return in the morning to continue the search.

     Dimitri was finished entertaining when I arrived, and the three of us sat and talked about many things, including visits Joanne and I had made overseas. Meanwhile, I was listening to several persons sitting at the bar cheer for the Penguins. When I learned the Penguins were ahead 2-0, I used Joanne’s phone (mine didn’t get a signal) to call Monte. “Are you happy?” I asked.

     I arrived home in the third period. Thank goodness the Penguins won. This makes Monte’s birthday a happy one. It’s 11:07 pm. Monte and Lois are watching the after-game interviews and reviews. Later, Lois and I might play some cards—although my granddaughter took our Uno cards. Oh, well, it is really time for bed. And I am tired.

     This is one day in my life, a particularly busy day. Fortunately, most days are much less busy.

      And tomorrow, I rest.

ADDITIONAL NOTE: Last night there was a terrific storm, with about an inch and a half of rain and loud thunder. It beat down our potato plants. Today was hot (in the seventies) and VERY humid.

ADDITIONAL READING:

Battling squirrels at bird feeders I: to fight or join them

BEAR CONFRONTATIONS: SAFETY PRECAUTIONS

BEAR STORIES ACROSS THE NATION

BEAR CARNIVAL IN CONNELLSVILLE, PA.

Found: Flash Drive. What should I do?

A Weekend in State College, Pennsylvania: Part 1

A Weekend in State College, Pennsylvania: Part 2

Online Sites for Caretakers & Families of Brain Injury Victims

BUSY—I’M SO BUSY!!! Lent Devotion #28

COLORING OUR CHILDREN

I HAVE A PERMIT TO CARRY…

QUINTESSENCE

IN NEW ENGLAND, HISTORY CONFLICTS WITH PROGRESS

I BELIEVE GOD INVENTED DANCING

A DOVE STORY RETOLD: JASMINE AND JEWEL

A PASTOR’S ROLE IN DOMESTIC VIOLENCE Part 2

CHILD ABUSE AND SCRIPTURE

SITE LINKS:

www.beanerywriters.wordpress.com/

www.carolyncholland.wordpress.com

www.LVWonline.org

www.barbarapurbaugh.com

www.pennwriters.com

www.ellenspain.com

www.westmorelandphotographers.ning.com

www.ligonierliving.blogspot.com

http://www.methodists-care.org/

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