In Remembrance

In Flanders Field the poppies grow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Loved and were loved
And now we lie
In Flanders Field.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch — be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep though poppies
Grow in Flanders Field.
[Major John McCrae, Field Surgeon
Canadian Forces
World War 1]
 
My hosts have a plethora of cacti and succulents.
I’ve been prickled twice.
But I don’t mind.

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Up In The Air

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Believe it or not, this is the first time I’ve seen the Southern end of Pocatello from the air.  The plane was off the ground for a matter of minutes when I felt the pang of homesickness.  I’m not good at traveling.  But I love traveling.  

During my flight, I read snippets of Atwood and was delighted with her short stories, as usual.
Nibbled on some mixed nuts.
Sipped Idaho water from my nalgene.
Felt excited about this upcoming week.
Wondered if the Californians would stare at my teal cowboy boots.
But most of all, I was thankful to have remembered my sunscreen.
Long Beach is making me a bit hottish around the gills.

I remembered how I told RW about my trip goals, last night.  I want to love and learn from every moment of this trip.  I hardly ever find myself in large cities for extended periods of time.  I need to soak up some urban inspiration and love the bustle of the culture here.  Everything my senses manage to wrap around needs to come home with me, banked in my memory and soul; if these experiences are ready and willing, I’m going to press them into metal, glass and stone.  That is, after all, my job. 

xx
P.

This vote is all about my pants.

 Shreve sent me these pants.
Should I wear them in public?
Vote yes or no.
:::ELECTION RESULTS:::
The results are in.  I will be wearing these pants in public.  Your commitment to your civic duty is thrilling.  Thank you for being wonderful citizens of Plumeville.
Sincerely,
The Noisy Plume

Ten Things Before The Whirl

It’s funny how quickly the world can flip out of stillness
 and into a whirl.

Let’s get down to business:

1.  RW rang me early this morning and when I rolled over and picked up my phone I heard him whispering, “Loo, I just got my cow.”
He was on a ridge looking at the backside of the world famous Tetons and Henry’s Fork of the Snake River.  He was also looking at his newly harvested elk down on the valley floor.
I asked him, “And how did she die?”
He answered, “Immediately.  She fell where she stood.”
And I replied, “Thank God.”
There’s nothing worse than a report of a poor shot.
He’ll be home tonight, after 12 hours of work in the field, quartering his harvest and hiking three loads of 110lbs of meat up and down the 6 mile long stretch of forest to our truck.  That’s man’s work, it is.  Just knowing how hard he’s worked this week, to get that elk, makes me want to throw my arms around his neck and hang on tight.  That said, I’m quite happy here in our fluffy, warm bed with my toy dog in my arms and Farley snoring on his dog bed.

Somewhere in our conversation early this morning he said, “Did you know that you are the best wife in the world?  You really are.  Thank you for letting me do this.  I’ll be home soon.”
*warm fuzzies*

2.  I keep turning around, in this house, to spiders descending on silver threads from the ceilings.  I don’t know where they all came from but they’re on the move today.  Have I ever told you about the spider parade I witnessed in Sedona, Arizona once?

3.  On Friday I am leaving Pocatello and taking a trip to California for ten days of workshop classes with a hand tool company from North Carolina.  I’m all about traveling in order to work with and learn from people I respect and admire.  This is one such trip.  I can’t wait.  But I’m already missing home.  RW will be manning The Gables in my absence.  Maybe he’ll fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom?

I wasn’t going to, but I decided to take my computer with me.  This means blogposts from the road (yay) and I’ll continue to answer your emails and convos whilst I’m away instead of trying to finish all of that work before I leave!


This workshop trip comes at the perfect time, even though I’ll be missing home.  I’m ready for new tools, new techniques, new skills and a few days with one of my very best friends and creative sisters.

4.  I just remembered that I forgot to tell you what I was doing in Portland last month!  I was at Art and Soul, with amazing creative people and an umbrella.  It was awesome.  It was exhausting.  It was awesome.

5.  I’m tired of traveling.  I feel like I’ve been away at least one week of every month for the past 6 months.  Enough of that.  I’m ready to stay home for three months straight.

6.  I just had black bean salad for  dinner.  This is the 5th day in a row that it’s been my dinner.  It’s good.  But it’s not that good.  This is just the sort of repetition that occurs when RW is away.  Perhaps he’ll make me lasagna for breakfast tomorrow morning, just to change things up a bit.

7.  Today I wore my orange corduroy pants, my teal cowboy boots, a blue t-shirt, a creme wrap cardigan, a bun on one side of my head, my humpback whale buckle and raspberry belt, a pair of pink and blue argyle socks pulled up over my pants so that they stuck out of the top of my boots a bit, a Host Necklace and a turquoise scarf.  Whilst out and about, I think people felt nervous when they looked at me.  I felt like one million two hundred and fifty seven thousand bucks.

8.  I watched Fantastic Mr. Fox last night.  Boy howdy.  I loved it.  Here’s the trailer in case you haven’t seen it and you’d like to be teased:

9.  Are you laughing yet?  I mean really!  Look at those bandit masks!!!  I thought I was going to pass out I was laughing so hard last night.  Wes Anderson and I should have married.  Just kidding (kind of).  Also, I love Meryl Streep.  There.  I said it.  I think she is one of my favorite actresses of all time.

10.  Lastly, have you HEARD this woman???  She put the “x” in “classy chanteuse with sex appeal” — I’m just saying.

As you were.
xx
Plume