I was too excited about my new bed last night to fall asleep easily. That’s a conundrum.
Month: March 2016
In case of crocodile shortage:
An alligator might even make a good substitute for a GOP front runner whose name I won’t mention. But it rhymes, somewhat appropriately with “rump”. 
Peace, people!
Spring House
On Sunday afternoon I toured the only private residence designed by famed architect Frank Lloyd Wright in the entire state of Florida.
The residence, Spring House, is tucked into a quiet Tallahassee neighborhood just a few blocks away from busy Interstate 10.
The main entrance to Spring House is less than captivating. A portion of the roof has succumbed to weather and age.
But the view from this angle is still breathtaking. Typical of Wright’s designs, the home blends into the natural beauty of its surroundings.
Check out the website:
http://www.preservespringhouse.org
Built in the 1940’s, Spring House has been in decline for several years; however, the Spring House Institute works to raise money to purchase the home in order to restore it to its original state.
Part of their fundraising includes offering tours of the home on the second Sunday of each month. If you are interested in architecture, and particularly in the works of Frank Lloyd Wright, I highly recommend the tour.
We weren’t allowed to take photos inside the home, but it was incredibly odd and weirdly functional. The main floor featured a stunning sitting area looking out onto the beautiful north Florida flora.
Above that were the sleeping areas for two adults and four children. Each room had an impressive view. I especially liked the boys’ sleeping area which featured windows all around. It felt like a camp cabin.
I purchased some souvenirs, along with paying the tour fee, in order to help the Institute reach its goal. Places like Spring House need to be cherished and preserved for future generations.
If you haven’t read the book, Loving Frank by Nancy Horan, you really should. He wasn’t a particularly nice man, but definitely a genius.
Peace, people!
Irony?
I’m never sure what qualifies as irony or mere sarcasm. Comments are welcome:
PEACE, please people!
Happy Bed Day to Me!
New mattress, you complete me! 
Peace, people!
bravery behind the barrier
A flump flump of great wings conveyed our visitor across the lake to the intense scrutiny of two ordinary housecats. 
“Oh,” said Scout, “if only we could climb through this screen you would make a fine dinner.”
“Two dinners, maybe three,” added Patches, who was better at estimating portions than her sister.
The visitor surveyed them with cold amusement.
“Good luck with that, you silly house animals.”
And with that he flew away.
Note: Neither of the blue heron pictures were taken by me. I found them on Pinterest but was unable to find a credit. My own heron would not stay in one place long enough for me to snap. I guess he didn’t care for the fame and fortune being featured in my blog my bring him. His loss.
Vote!
I did and it felt good.
Peace, people!
A Quick Story Behind the Selfie
Yesterday I wrote about attending a campaign rally for Hillary Clinton at which former President Clinton spoke. I was an early early EARLY bird and had a front row spot. I’d like to say front row seat, but those were off to one side and reserved for local VIPs.
Given the time I stood in line along with time spent in the actual event I stood for about five hours yesterday. But it was so worth it.
Immediately following the event former President Clinton made his way around the barrier, stopping to shake hands with everyone within reach and graciously posing for pictures with anyone who asked.
When he got to me, a world famous camera klutz, I decided to just shake his hand since I couldn’t do that AND snap a quick selfie. It would have to be enough.
But the young man on the other side of me showed me his photo and I must have made some utterance of envy or dismay, for William Jefferson Clinton, 42nd President of these United States, took two steps back to me and WHISPERED IN MY EAR these momentous words, “What did you say?”
Yes! That happened. And I was flustered, but managed to say, “Oh, my friend was able to get a great selfie and I’m feeling jealous!”
And just like that he posed with me.
Yes, it’s a horrible photo of me–Ms. Psychedelic Funhouse 1956, but what a story, right?
Peace, people. And Vote.
Caution on a Windy Night
The evening ended on a high note. A C, I believe. When the applause faded into
murmurs and restless rustlings I found myself in the midst of a jubilant crowd,
jockeying for position to exit the venue.
A seemingly endless series of stairs climbed up and up, testament to the
quality of my third row seat. By the time I’d made my way to the top I was winded, weak in the knees.
Across a carpeted foyer and into the night, I inched along, part of a slowly stampeding
herd. Around me, talk swirled of late dinners and night caps, of romantic
assignations and illicit rendezvous.
The doors opened onto a blustery night. Jackets quickly donned against the chill
could not dampen the anticipation in the air. And I? I threw caution to the wind and
ordered two donuts at the bakery next door.
Walking on the wild side.
The Coward’s Guide to Starting a Blog
Great advice from a great blogger. Grrrreeaaat!
You’re not really a coward if you want to start a blog but are afraid to do it. I just said that to get your attention.
I started my blog, Red’s Wrap, because I wanted to write about adoption, specifically from the perspective of an older mom of young adult adopted children. It was to be sort of a ‘this is how it turns out’ blog.
I already blogged on my business website and the blog posts were often very personal even though they ostensibly dealt with community planning and research topics. My personal views, especially about issues of feminism and racism frequently bled through and I started to think that a separate, personal, blog might be a more appropriate vehicle.
Before I started my blog, I’d taken a couple of writing classes. Not with the intention of writing a blog, I just took the classes because…
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