poetnw's Journal

Steven's Pass
Nov 09 2009 06:24

This is the mountain pass that heads toward V's house and all things West.  Lovely to look at and oh, I am so grateful I am not there right now!!   And its about 3  driving hours from my house.

I had a good weekend.  Saturday we walked downtown.  About 50 above with a whoah! 16 mile an hour wind to remind us that winter would be here soon.  Vietnamese cafe- shrimp and vegies and white rice and a spicy sauce to liven up the blah rice.  Hubby made some tasty bread yesterday; lots of poppy seeds. A hearty not sweet yeasty bread. 

I continue to work on a short story.  Remembering a comment that I heard on Saturday: a lady told us that her son wrote  poetry but he wasn't a poet- that made my head go what?  She said since he wasn't published and wrote only for himself, he wasn't a poet.  My inner gut screamed, you idiot!  He writes. Does not matter if anyone else hears his voice.  He writes.  Value that.  Honor that.  He also wrote short stories. 

Still waiting for another e-mail from daughter.  Still have not gathered anything for a box to her.  On Hold.  Getting callouses.  I am grateful for a heater that works.  And a toilet that works!  Darned thing started 'running' this morning just when hubby had left for work.  I jiggled and jiggled and finally took the top off and peered in- yup- flimsy piece of plastic between me and an expensive plumber.  Finally quit running and started filling and then shut up.  Yay.  A few years ago daughter and her friend fixed this toilet and we found its parts are peculiar and hard to manage- i.e. I would have been up the crick until hubby got home.  I am so very grateful for his ability to fix many many things.  I am a Sad Sack Female when it comes to most things that could break.  Hubby has tried to show me how to use a drill and I can manage a hammer to a certain extent and I can handle a pruner.