I’m done.

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   Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else’s hands, but not you.

― Jim Rohn

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Purple, yellow

and salmon


dug from

their summer


ready to make

the trip

back homePurple iris

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over rich vibrant green field

thick white knotted cord

covering verdant green

cotton stalks

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Wrong Rug Anyone?

A couple of weeks ago, I sent my white, wool, hand-knotted rug out to be cleaned. A Chad picked it up and said he would personally bring it back.

No Chad call as yet.

Today a Charles and helper brought back a rug that was due to be returned last Monday and then this Tuesday; would you believe Wednesday but it was pouring rain where they were and they could not deliver my rug in the rain even though it did not rain a drop here yesterday.

We agreed on 8 a.m. this morning. Would you believe that they would be on time since to date nothing has been on time?

Finally, they arrived; pad was placed down on floor and they proceeded to bring in an ugly red rug. I said:

That is not my rug.

He said:

But it has a “B” on it.

I said:

I do not care what it says on the rug. My rug is white and hand-knotted. This is a really ugly red rug which I would not ever even look at to purchase.

He said:

Let me call Jessie.

I said:

Take the rug back to the truck. Do not put it down in my house.

Twenty minutes later.

He said:

We are not quite sure where your rug is but we will find it.

I said:

And the white runner, hand-knotted as well that also should be coming back.

He turns to his helpers and explains what hand-knotted means.

I said:

When will I get my rug. I am leaving tomorrow.

He said:

Call when you get back. We will have located it by then and Chad will return it to you.

He did not ask when I would return. I might just be going to Tennessee to buy a lottery ticket.

I suppose I need to go and price my rug because I have a feeling they are going to have to pay for a lost rug.

What do you think, if anything. I have never used this company before; nor will I ever use them again. I had no experience with them but I trusted them to clean and return my rug.

I did remember my manners and thank them for trying.


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Remembered Fragments


This dream is really a fragment of a much larger dream, however, I remember waking up to Laddie drinking water and I half scribbled it down thinking I would recall the rest when I woke. Nope…but it is prophetic and has come true in my lifetime…12 years later.

Library full of books and windows

Who was I to work here

I had 4 or 5 big books

Pretty woman with white blouse, blue jean skirt leaning on check out counter for books

Now I was walking toward her but there was this thin pink cord about to head above all

I did not want to get it tangled up in the people


Laddie drinking water

Back to sleep to somewhere examining dish

white with black spots

later turned into 3 prong pitch fork

a hand holding dish

kind of like daddy’s


sketched  (and I do not sketch) which I am going to scan in so you can see and then tell you what I think all of this means.

Dream Fragment 1In 2012, I volunteered to help with a research project on the German Rocket Scientist who came to Huntsville. I knew I had only worked in archives while researching my dissertation, however, I also knew I was a really good internet researcher. The Archives Librarian was pretty but not overly so and always wore what I would call “librarian” clothes whereas I always appeared as the students in blue jeans and cowboy boots (yeh, I know, at my age). We all seemed to get along well and soon I discovered that everything on the project was in disarray in my opinion, so I volunteered to combine all the lists. They thought this was a great idea, therefore I combined all the list into one on a spread sheet indicating where each name was list and by whom, when they arrived, their birth, death, city of birth, city of death and whether they were a Nazi or not by coming from Peenemunde. I shared this information with a Frank Winter, Ph.D. who had once been the Director of the Air and Space Museum; Ed Buckbee, the former Director of the Space and Rocket Center and the historian at NASA. Frank was overjoyed that I had found exactly which box he need to pull at the Air and Space Museum (I think….one of the Museum’s) because it would save him a lot of time. (Why no one else had found this is beyond me.) It only took one search to find not only this info but the FBI info and Immigration info. It is all in the public domain). He is writing another book and it may be finished by now. I worked with Dr. Lundquist, or thought I did, through the auspices of the U.A. H. Library.

Then one day I receive an email from the Librarian that the project was over and that I was not needed whereas the week before Dr. Lundquist had indicated all the work left to do and outlined what came next, etc.

To make a long story short, I felt stabbed in the back (pitchfork) and the spots were both black and white indicating that there were two personalities perhaps I intimidated. I never talked about my Ph.D., however that was how I was address by everyone except the librarian.

Of course, all the archived information were in big boxes that looked like big books and I actually worked on the material in 4 or 5 of those boxes.

The pink cords were probably all the people and there were times I was informed by Dr. Lundquist that they were having a meeting but that I had no need to know which is not uncommon in the Space world. I never felt offended. Whether he wanted me to go and could not find the heart to say so would be part of the pink cord. He, too, is very well known in the space world.

My intentions were only one of interest in those Nazi’s who had helped put Huntsville on the map. I had no interest other than to help. As I said to them, two had lived on my street and my son had gone to school with their children.

Do you think I could be right?


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Did I change?

In my office 2009

In my office 2009

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