Archive for May, 2009

St Joseph Mo

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

Well, here I am in St Joseph. I’m staying in a motel that’s… interesting. Very fab/mod and aqua w/gilt mirrors. Hmm… Same chain as the one in Murdo w/the cowboy bedspreads. You just never know. I keep expecting either Wayne Newton or Jonathon Adler to jump out from behind the floor-to-ceiling window drapes.
Right before I got here, I drove past Mound City MO. I wonder if that has to do w/Moundbuilders, the ancient culture in these part. Probably so, but @ 5:30 on Sat evening, there was no way to find out. Also drove past Laura Ingalls Wilder’s homestead today. I’m not doing any stops until my Springfield visit tomorrow. Just driving like a maniac.
Tomorrow, I’m going to make an exception, though, b/c I just saw that the hwy between here & Springfield, IL goes thru… HANNIBAL, MO!!! Now how could I not stop? I will very definitely be stopping to explore, being a Mark Twain groupie from way back.
They also have an honest espresso coffee shop there. If I have one more cup of this nasty robusto they drink out here I will go completely postal. I even stopped at a SD visitor center to ask where in blank’s name I could get a decent cup of joe & the nice Scandahoovian lady looked at me & said “Gosh honey, I don’t know. I don’t drink coffee, myself.” Well, I wouldn’t either if all I could get was this &!@##. Anyway, I will be stopping @ Java Jive in Hannibal.
If I do this trip again, I may invest in a little espresso stand to tow behind me….

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

Really cool thing happened this am as I was getting packed up to continue on my journey.
I got an email from myself!
On 1/30/09, I sent myself an email through It’s a very simple website that allows you to write yourself an email and date it to be sent in the future.
You can also specify whether other people may read your email or not (anonymously) and read ones others have sent to themselves too.
At any rate, it was a wonderful surprise to get an email from myself that I had sent on 1/30/09. So much has changed that I barely recognize the me who had sent it!
Give it a try…

Murdo, SD

Friday, May 29th, 2009

Well, the main thing I discovered today is that Murdo, SD is a long, long way from Bozeman, MT. But I’m safe in my hotel room, complete w/cowboy bedspreads (really!) and settling in for the night.
Really wild scenery today. The area around Bozeman is spectacular.
Favorite thing today: watching antelopes boinging around in the fields. There are fences- but they don’t care. They eat and boing and eat some more. And then take a nap. Pretty good life.
I was in 3 states today- MT, WY & then SD. The highways are different. In WY they’re kind of pink & parts (long parts) make it sound like a flat tire. And there’s a whine when you go over an overpass. In SD, they make a sound like your engine is eating itself alive. Scared the heck out of me.
Also, judging from the snow fences & bars (like for a railroad crossing) for when I-90 is CLOSED, they get a whole lot of snow.
So now it’s time for the nightly bubble bath & getting ready to drive to St Joseph, MO tomorrow.

for my AW women…

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

I was re-reading my inspiration journal (where I cut & paste quotes that I like) & ran across this. It really seems to fit us Artist’s Way women (love & blessing to you all) :
Wolves never look more funny than when they have lost the scent and scrabble to find it again: they hop in the air; they run in circles; they plow up the ground with their noses; they scratch the ground, then run ahead, then back, then stand stock-still. They look as if they have lost their wits. But what they are really doing is picking up all the clues they can find. They’re biting them down out of the air, they’re filling up their lungs with the smells a ground level and at shoulder level, they are tasting the air to see who has passed through it recently, their ears are rotating like satellite dishes, picking up transmissions from afar. Once they have all these clues in one place, they know what to do next.

Though a woman may look scattered when she has lost touch with the life she values most and is running about trying to recapture it, she is most often gathering information, taking a taste of this, grabbing up a paw of that. At the very most one might briefly explain to her what it is that she is doing. Then, let her be. As soon as she processes all the information from the clues she’s gathered, she’ll be moving in an intentional manner again. Then the desire for membership in the uncombed cat and cross-eyed hen club will diminish to nothing.

From Women Who Run with the Wolves