I believe in being prepared for any given situation. It isn't because I'm a pessimistic person; I think it is just good common sense. Hence, I've entitled my blog "Even Nothing is Something."

This covers my butt in any event. On any given day I can feel great exaltation that I have done something grand. I can scribble fiercely when my thoughts are leaping across the meadows of my mind like a happy little colt in the month of May, or my mind and writing can be as dry and arid, as cold and without life, as the Gobi desert - because even Nothing is Something.

I want to thank all of my fellow artists who work through other means and forms and who sell their work on the wonderful artist's site "Etsy," a place to buy and sell all things handmade, along with vintage items and supplies for their craft. They are a great group of people.

Those who have links to their site on my blog represent only a few of those whom I wish to include. Just click on one of those links and join the Etsy community. It is free. They are a great group of artists who have relieved me of my money in the most delightful of ways. If it weren't for their encouragement, I would have never shared my work through this blog.

Thank you my darling friends!

Enjoy my blog - The Poet or Not - More or Less

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I find it necessary that before I finish my Gratitude List I clarify something pertaining to my separation from Ashley. Ashley herself is not the one who has denied me her companionship. It is her mother. In brief, due to a sleet storm we were unable to travel the 40 miles up a mountain to pick up Ashley - as we had planned - and take her to my parent's home at 11:00 A.M.

Weather was to warm by noon. We called Ashley about the change in plans. Noontime we called to tell Ashley we were coming for her; her mother and new husband then accused us of "always disappointing Ashley." Because they lived on a mountain and it wasn't sleeting there they accused us of lying. It was quite nasty. As you read my Gratitude List you will see how unfair this judgment was and why it has been heartbreaking. I will share more of her life and my memories in another post, someday.

Ashley is attending a boarding school at Milton Hershey, in Hershey Pa. Her mother won't allow me to have her address to write. My phone number and email address have changed since this split so Ashley is not able to contact me. But, I know that she will never forget the memories I hoped to create - to be the good in a horrendous childhood.

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