Sep13

No Escape

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No Escape

There’s just no escape. I’m still trapped. I’m surprised I don’t have daymares as well as nightmares. Photos are haunting. And they just won’t go away.

I spent two months in Winnipeg scanning photos. Right now they’re still as chaotically organized as they were when I returned to East Wenatchee. I’ve backed them up onto three different external hard drives and I doubt I’ll do anything more with them until I return to Mexico for the winter. And I wonder if future generations will appreciate the effort that went into this project of scanning photos. After all, today’s photos are already digitalized as the majority come from cellphones. Cameras and movie cameras before the advent of cellphones are dinosaurs. Taking rolls of film in to be developed and waiting days or weeks to see them are also a thing of the past. And there is no longer the necessity to store large, bulky photo albums. Slides and slide projectors? Almost extinct.

Photos are time consuming and I was at it again today for about four hours. But this time I wasn’t scanning. I downloaded hundreds of photos from Mexico, Washington and two trips to Canada from my phone onto my computer. I organized them into files and then backed them up onto external hard drives. And maybe someday I’ll want to look at them again.

Photos are a treasure trove of memories. People. Places. Events. Chapters in life. Unwritten memoirs. But they are nonetheless memories recorded for posterity.

Sep6

Hello September

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Hello September

September. The first of the “ber” ‘months. The month kids go back to school. And what a first week it’s been.

Two students and two teachers were killed in a school shooting at Apalachee High School in Georgia. Nine others were injured. The suspected shooter is only 14-years-old. The gun used was a Christmas present from his father. At Evan Hardy Collegiate in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan a 15-year-old girl was lit on fire. She is in serious condition in hospital. Staff members who attempted to help her were also taken to hospital. A 14-year-old girl was taken into custody immediately.

When I was in high school in the 60s incidents like these were unimaginable. Fighting was generally among boys. By the time my kids were in high school in the 90s the weapons of choice were usually fists and the occasional knife. And it wasn’t always just boys. I shudder to think what is yet to come by the time my six-year-old granddaughter enters high school.

While the advent of the internet facilitates news reporting around the world, I’m sure there are many more accounts of violence in schools that we are not even made aware of. However, not only are students instilled with fear by these incidents, but many are also now given the wrong kind of ideas that they may normally have never even considered.

Parents and educators play a vital role in molding the youth of today. Bullying has been taken to the extreme when it becomes synonymous with school shootings and other forms of violence.

Let’s prevent our world from becoming even more crazy than it already is.

Sep2

Book Club

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Book Club

I joined a book club this year. The last time I was in a book club was before Covid when I was living in Leavenworth. We used to meet at the library and I enjoyed those afternoons immensely. One of the librarians facilitated the group.

The club I now belong to is called Loose In The Knees. It was formed years ago in Cashmere. Back then meetings were held in members’ homes. The group now meets in East Wenatchee at the Wenatchee Golf Club where we enjoy a delicious lunch followed by a lively discussion.

Belonging to a book club often forces me to read genres I otherwise might not read on my own. I must admit that occasionally it’s difficult to really immerse myself in the story but, as a writer myself, I have come to appreciate and respect different styles and voices of writing.

Last month the book we read was Before We Were Yours and dealt with child trafficking. The book we will discuss this week is The Red Address Book, memoirs of a 96-year-old woman. I will have the opportunity to read two more books with this group before I head back to Mexico for the winter.

When I’m away, I will miss my friends and the discussions. But I still do intend to read the selections. While I won’t be able to hold the book in my hands, there is always the internet and that will have to suffice for now.

Aug24

Today I Took A Day Off

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Today I Took A Day Off

Today I took a day off from the world, a much needed break. I turned the ringer off on my cellphone. I ignored texts and voicemails. I didn’t read my newsfeed or check my emails. I lay in bed sipping coffee and watching a movie in the morning.

Then I took out my gel pens, sharpies and paints. I lost myself in a fantasy world of color. It was so peaceful and calming. It was so relaxing. And I wonder why I don’t do it more often.

I listened to music. Classical. Rock. Folk. Country.

Next on the agenda was writing. My characters have been speaking volumes lately. I’ve done a lot more than merely editing. I lost myself in their world, in their life.

And now I’m sitting here with my window open listening to the rain. It started off as a soft patter and is now a deluge pounding down on the roof.

But I know I have to return to reality. I need to check my texts, voicemails and emails. I need to read my newsfeed.

My day off is over.

Aug16

Libraries Are More Than Books

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Libraries Are More Than Books

I’ve been at the library in Cashmere twice this week; Wednesday was for an adult program and Thursday was for a children’s program.

I’ve never considered myself to be artistic. At school I always opted for music rather than art classes. As an adult I’ve never gone to a sip and paint. But back in 2016 when I first came to Leavenworth, I’ve progressed from adult coloring books to more challenging types of art. I’ve painted with watercolors and acrylics. I’ve played with pastels. And on Wednesday I painted a waterfall scene. And it actually turned out well and it is going to be prominently displayed on a shelf in my room.

On Thursday there was an end of summer party for all the kids signed up in the summer reading program. There were a variety of crafts available ranging from decorating book bags to making chimes with beads. At my table, I helped kids make shiny pinwheels and color designs to personalize a puzzle. I really enjoyed volunteering at this event.

When I was a child, a library was merely a place to take out books. When I had children, there were a handful of programs available. Sadly, the library in Winnipeg where I went to as a child, (also the one my children went to) is now closed, a victim of downloading books on the internet.

But the library in Cashmere is alive and thriving. Plans are underway for an expansion and a move to a new facility. How exciting!

How do you read books? Do you read them online? Do you listen to them while driving? E Books and audio books have become quite popular. Personally, I love the feel of actually holding a book in my hands.

On that note, I’m off to read a book in preparation for our monthly book club meeting.

Aug11

Already August

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Already August

It’s been a very different summer. I’ve been to Canada twice; once for 2 months and once for 2 days. Mindfulness is my mantra, especially last weekend when I was with my six-year-old granddaughter.

I spent two magical days in West Kelowna last weekend. I played board games and read books with Madeline. She showed me her treasures from her Sparks trades. We watched a movie together. I watched her swim and jump into the water off platforms at the beach. She delighted in taking tons of pics with my phone. And I miss her constant chatter, her hugs and smiles and am sad that I only get to see her once a year.

This weekend is much quieter. I’m back in East Wenatchee. I’ve been writing and working on my WIP. Today we went to a movie and out for coffee after. And now I’m back to writing again. Tomorrow night I’m looking forward to a concert by Gladsong. Then the weekend will end and Monday will be here, beginning another week.

The only constant this summer has been the hot weather. But it’s cooling off. The high today was only 94.

At this point in the summer I’m usually thinking about flights to Mexico. But not this year. Because I spent so much time in Canada, I’ll be here in Washington when the leaves turn all their glorious fall colors. And that’s something I haven’t seen since before Covid.

As I sit here looking out my window at the hills, I reflect on how blessed I am to lead the life I do, both here and in Aguascalientes. I have friends who have become family, opening their hearts and their homes to me. Times spent with these people are the true treasures in my life.

Collect moments not things.

Jul29

Ambassador Karen

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Ambassador Karen

Yesterday I was an ambassador. I spent six hours down by the river near the Icicle Bridge volunteering. It was hot and sunny but we were shaded under a canopy. Statistics were requested by the Chamber of Commerce in Leavenworth. Clicker poised in my hand, I counted just under 1700 people arriving at the site with boards, tubes and miscellaneous other flotation devices. Needless to say, traffic was extremely heavy at the 5 minute loading zone.

I call it a successful afternoon. Not one 911 call was needed and no wild animals invaded our area. I got to talk to a lot of interesting people who were only too eager to float down the river despite the high temperature and the sun mercilessly beating down on them. No. I didn’t talk to all 1700 of them but I did talk to quite a few. Also, many brought dogs with them and these animals happily frolicked in the water in the shallower areas.

Today was more relaxing and quite a bit cooler. We hid inside an air-conditioned movie theater and watched Twisters. It was quite captivating and the special effects were one thousand per cent better than in the original movie Twister.

What did you do this weekend?

Jul21

The Hills Are Alive

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The Hills Are Alive

A highlight of the time I spend in Washington each year is attending the productions of Leavenworth Summer Theater. This week we attended both productions nestled up in the hills in the amphitheater. They were both amazing!

The venue itself is spectacular. From the time Maria arrives singing as she walks through the surrounding woods until the final scene with the Von Trapp family perched up on a hill the audience is totally captivated. Our seats were in the center on the aisle which made it even more enjoyable in scenes such as the wedding procession. We even had a stormtrooper standing beside us in the scene where the Nazis were searching the abbey. This year marks the 30th anniversary of this production in Leavenworth, and is the best one I’ve seen yet.

Beauty and the Beast was the other musical. The choreography of the dancing and the music was fabulous. We had fierce wolves running by us as well as the lovely Belle as she went in search of her father. This was another engaging performance for both adults and children alike.

There are usually three productions each year but the venue at the Fish Hatchery is no longer available. Word is out that next year some performances will be held at the Festhalle in downtown Leavenworth. That should prove to be another excellent venue.

I can’t wait to see what the other musicals will be in addition to Sound of Music. And I know I’m not the only one. Every summer visitors come here from all over. Even the cast come from afar in addition to the many locals who participate.

Come here and experience it for yourself!

Jul17

Where Were You?

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Where Were You?

Where were you on Saturday when all hell broke loose at a rally in Butler?

We were out at Lake Chelan, sitting by the water. It was peaceful and the shade was a welcome respite from the stifling heat. We watched boaters out on the water. We saw swimmers on the beach. It was a very relaxing time before joining the steady stream of traffic headed back to Wenatchee.

At home the TV news was shocking. Wild speculations about this moment in history were voiced on social media. Whether this was a legitimate assassination attempt or a well orchestrated publicity stunt gone wrong on the part of Trump’s team, the fact remains that one spectator is dead and two others were injured and hospitalized.

Such a traumatic event has no place in our society. It is despicable. When innocent bystanders become victims, doubts about our own safety haunt us. Whether we viewed this horrific event in person, live on screen or on the numerous replays, our lives have been impacted in some way.

Growing up in Canada, I always marveled at how much more colorful American history was compared with Canadian history. But it’s getting far too colorful for me.

Jul11

I Did What?

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I Did What?

I’ll try anything once. I may decide to never do it again but there’s no harm in trying something new. So I did just that.

The North Central Washington library offers some really interesting programs. I’ve done several on Zoom. The speakers and topics have all been great but the events I enjoy the most are the craft programs offered in person. I try to take advantage of as many as I can while up here in the spring and summer.

I was volunteering at the book sale in Cashmere on Founders Day when an event on the calendar caught my eye. Woodburning Coaster. Sounds intriguing. I know what a coaster is. But I claim ignorance of woodburning. I registered for the event.

Upon arrival I had to sign a waiver. Etching in wood with a hot pyrography pen can be dangerous. If I burned myself there would be no lawsuit. I’m Canadian. We don’t embrace lawsuits in the same way as Americans. So I eagerly completed and signed the waiver although I noticed other participants hesitantly complying.

I tentatively put on the silicone finger protectors provided and gingerly picked up the pen from its stand. Hmmmmm. I’d best stick to straight lines and curly lines. My attempt at a circle was unsuccessful. Practice time was now over and I flipped to the other side of the coaster where I would create my masterpiece.

I quickly concluded that freestyle was the way to go rather than drawing a design with a pencil. I experimented with different pressures and different strokes. The time went by quickly and I was pleased with the result. Not bad for a rookie!

And I might even try it again.