Stray Bits

These are Fire Pinks and they were THE wildflower blooming in the mountains in April when we went for a long hike up the old US 70 roadbed up around Old Fort. What a good, long, but fairly easy walk on a paved road through such wildness it took your breath away. My amazing Mom, a week after her 82nd birthday, kept pace the entire way.

May 5 -- I saw a magnolia tree in full bloom.

I am crazy busy, always working on a list - but all projects are pleasant and interesting, so it is just old habit to complain. Church committees, fiber guild board, a weaving study group, and running back and forth to NC, with some tiny bit of gardening thrown in. Really don't have time to work, but earlier in this very place, I promised never to complain about work again. Ever. So, I won't.

The economy is getting better, the environment is getting worse.

Miners were killed in a mine accident in West Virginia, there's been big earthquakes in Indonesia and Chile,  a volcano erupted in Iceland that spewed so much ash that airports in Europe were shut down for a week and periodically since, and then a BP oil rig collapsed in the Gulf of Mexico and has been gushing thousands of gallons of oil each day into the ocean for four weeks now. Think of it. Thousands of gallons a day for four weeks and no fix in sight. All of this makes me sad and worried for our planet. What to do? Envision a world without cars and air conditioners and WI-FI?

I talked to a woman here who works for NOAA (National Oceanic & Atmospheric Administration)  -- she says she working extra hours on oil spill clean-up and has to track her hours like a lawyer because Fed. Govt. is serious about making BP pay. And Claire left to go to her beach house in Florida, planning to take an EPA class for anyone who wants to help prepare their beach for the coming oil. Last night, she wrote and said there's no oil there yet. Yet.

On a more hopeful note, Adam graduated from Wake Forest on Monday. We were in Winston to celebrate with him over the weekend. Check out the much-loved graduate and check out this awesome cake:

I haven't been able to make it to many of the most recent family celebrations so I thoroughly enjoyed being at this one. It was great to see Jeffrey again, too. He's gearing up to enter his doctorate program at Chicago so I expect he'll be pretty busy for the next few years. Chances to see him may become even fewer and further between.

And while I was in Greensboro I stopped in at the Residential College Reunion. Debbie's class entered as freshmen 40 years ago -- Murray and Fran Ardnt were the faculty couple who lived in the dorm. I came along two years later. Fran is retiring this year, so she was roasted and toasted. She is the last faculty person I had any connection to -- so I was glad I could make it. I enjoyed lunch at my favorite Greensboro restaurant; Elizabeth's Pizza, with several others who showed up from my class -- here's Pat Weathers and me, Helen Harris Cryan who's been in Greensboro all these years, Debbie Jones Kenyon, who I've recently reconnected with, and Carol Densmore who came from Boston..

And here's a nice picture of the dorm we lived in from 1973 - 1975.

It's true, time does fly. Why it's almost Bob Dylan's birthday again. You won't believe this. He'll be 69 this year!!

Happy Birthday Bob!

I can remember laying on the floor in the dining room, in that miserable teenage way, listening to Rainy Day Women playing on the cabinet-style Hi-Fi, thinking that if I did not get out of that house, I would never discover my true self or. . . or anything. I was probably right.

Bob Dylan's music has carried me through almost everything since. I tip my hat to Bob on his birthday tomorrow. I may just go out and buy his newest CD to celebrate.

Driving West in 1970
Robert Bly

My dear children, do you remember the morning
When we climbed into the old Plymouth
And drove west straight toward the Pacific?

We were all the people there were.
We followed Dylan's songs all the way west.
It was Seventy; the war was over, almost;

And we were driving to the sea.
We had closed the farm, tucked in
The flap, and we were eating the honey

Of distance and the word "there."
Oh whee, we're gonna fly
Down into the easy chair. We sang that

Over and over. That's what the early
Seventies were like. We weren't afraid.
And a hole opened in the world.

We laughed at Las Vagas.
There was enough gaiety
For all of us, and ahead of us was

The ocean. Tomorrow's
The day my bride's gonna come.
And the war was over, almost.