1 June 2007
Debra Kurth (AD member) writes a column (Debbie's Poetry Corner) in the Putnam Democrat, a newspaper published in Milton, West Virginia. Today I received a tear-sheet from the paper where she had published my poem (”Mother Cries”) as part of her column. Yay! Life is good!
Ah, but something far more wonderful happened to me today!
Barbara, my first wife (and first love) called me. It was a short marriage. We were young. We had a son, David. Life was a place of turmoil. We were driven apart. Barbara re-married. So did I. Through time and many moves, we lost track of each other all those many years ago. I tried to trace them but always failed. But Barbara persisted and finally, today, my phone rang!
Barbara and hubby are in the D.C. area. David is in Phoenix, Arizona, married with family and almost 30 years old. He is going to be so surprised to receive a birthday card from “Dad” in a few days!
Life has enriched me today, beyond my humble ability to measure. It is a God thing!
It's a feather in your cap when some Website owner specially requests you to write something to be used for a specific purpose on their site. The owner of Ansther, a fantasy-world Website, asked me to write a story - using his fantasy-world locations and races (humans, orcs, elves, zombies, etc.) but making up my own character(s) - with the story becoming one of the legends in his fantasy-world. Thus, “Needle's Doom” was born and grew to 2,000+ words in what became a bare-bones story (no attempt at character-development except what comes out in a brief dialogue). It was a challenge but it was fun in the writing. I guess the Website owner liked it because he immediately posted the story in his “Legends & Mythologies” section. Just on a hunch, I've also submitted the story to “Sentinel Science Fiction” (they pay). Such fun.
While at our local New Boston supermarket, I went to get a dozen eggs. For the first time in several years, I now had a way to boil them, and I dearly love hard-boiled eggs. Let me digress to say that I live like a hermit in a small trailer (the size that you would tow behind your car), and the stove does not work because I refuse to pay the price for propane. No propane means there is (also) no working hot water heater (but, that's another story). Several days back, I managed to find a single-burner electric hotplate. Ah, I luxuriated in the new ability to boil water. Hard boiled eggs! Yay! So, there I was at the supermarket confronting the egg section. I pulled out a dozen extra-large eggs, and, there on the front of the carton, it said "Organic." And this sent me into a tizzy. Eggs are organic. What kind of an egg would be non-organic? Maybe there are non-organic eggs! Maybe I need to watch to make sure that the eggs I buy are organic. I cannot imagine eating a non-organic hard boiled egg. That would be a terrible situation. In the future, I will certainly watch out for that. Anyway, I am certainly enjoying my first batch of hard boiled eggs in years, and I am so glad that they are organic eggs.
Giggle,Ted
