I’m thinking about the good people I fell in with; particularly the two guys who put this web site together for me. Andrew Lahmann is a young film maker and director. I came to know Andy as my tenant; he rents the lower half of my house. Andy gained approval from the resident ghost and my canine crew, and became a friend to us all. He is responsible for this web site. I had an idea, and he took that idea and showed me how we could make it possible. Accolades go to him for his creativity, photography, and direction. His friend Matt McDaniel is a photographer. His vision is edgy and dramatic; and his use of lighting is superb. Matt’s photographs tell stories. He offered technical support throughout the process of getting this site going.
How great is this? Such wonderfully talented young professionals fell into my life. My gratitude to Andy and Matt is mighty. I’m mighty grateful guys. Thank you.
I look for signs. I’m an optimistic person, and I look for signs to rationalize decisions I make. When I negotiated the buying of my big wonderful house, I thought at first I should not proceed with the sale. The living room and dining room were mixed up in my mind, and to me the house became, ‘dumb.’ The ‘dumb’ sign was my indicator that I could get out of the sale. I am grateful to the Realtor who didn’t burst out laughing at my condemnation of this turn of the century house. He allowed me to change my mind with my dignity in tact.
We’re painting the house twenty years later. You can see me in front of the house with a big smile on my face like I knew every minute that this house was my destiny.
I love the surprises. This was a sign, maybe this morning. The porch light fixture blew off the ceiling of the porch; the whole thing in one neat lump by the railing. The light bulb shattered. Does that mean that my idea for the Independent Writers’ Studio blog is dumb? Have the painters who stopped painting the house while the winds and rain took command offended our resident ghost? Or could it be: Sometimes rain and wind blow loosen fixtures from their normal places?
Does that mean that my idea for the Independent Writers’ Studio blog is dumb? Hell no! We’re creating Clover, an amazing literary rag, due out this summer at the studio. And group members this is your reminder to please get anything you wish to contribute to me by email.
I can post the questions that I will use in writers’ groups right here, weekly. I can also show original cards and feature photographs like the one Andy Lahmann took of me in front of my house.
Have the painters who stopped painting the house while the winds and rain took command offended our resident ghost?
Sometimes rain and wind blow loosen fixtures from their normal places?
…In other exciting news, the weather took a turn for the better today as the ‘Clouds’ filled the sky. Park Street citizen Mary Gillilan and her tenant to the south saw their house painters advance nearly 2 hours on their job to the much-anticipated appreciation of their always-pleasant neighbor, Margaret, who’s nationally renowned yard sale is only days around the corner… And now for the Nightly Report, back to you, Kirby…