Here's my e-mail address, if anyone would like to reply to my observations.
Personal milestone, here. I've had a web page up for a while now, but always before, someone else FTPed the pages for me. I'd had a mental block about the FTP process, owing to ADD. But my mentor James Dunson patiently coached me, and at long last, I got it! Put a new page and images up on my personal site today, and finally, finally, FTPed it all correctly by myself! It loads! HOORAY!!! Man, I've been wanting to get my brain around that. YES!OK, I know just about everyone else has been able to FTP since they were, like, 5. *wry grin at meself* But still. There was a time when I wondered if I'd ever catch on. Now, I have. So I'm noting this into my personal savor-the-moment memory cache. Did it! I did it on my own! YIPPEE!! FINALLY!!
posted by Peg Fisher 1/14/2001 10:49:50 AM
Life goes on, the world turns, and despite best efforts, sometimes friends lose touch along the way. So I don't have forwarding addresses for this message, in the usual sense. However, this time of year, I think of you all, and I'll take a long shot at the message by posting publically in the blog, here.So for friends Martha, Linda, and Deleah for Atholton High; Sheran T., and A. Kile, and Donald B. from the Caroline County Public Library; Little Sister Tanya T.; Joanna W., who I met in Dani's comic shop in Easton MD; Miss Isobel W. from story hours at Lida Lee Tall, TSC (now TSU); Mary Q. from the green-wizardly newsgroup; and everyone from the 1969-70 CITs at Lycogis and Barree PA - regardless of where you are in this world, or beyond it, like Toby, you remain in my heart, and the memories are like Christmas lights, warm and bright, though the world's grown cold.
Fare well, wherever you fare...
posted by Peg Fisher 12/25/2000 07:07:43 AM
What a glorious morning! How good that I'm caught up on my writing and editing assignments - it's the perfect day for long walks. So I took one, companioned by the small yellow hound. The trees are at peak color - there's a golden grove up beyond the school that is luminous in the morning sun. With the air just cool enough to be brisk, even breathing feels good. A day like this makes me glad I survived last summer's bout with Intensive Care, and made it back outside.Sumac has turned a vivid scarlet, while the dogwoods take on a deeper, duskier red. Maples give the spectrum everything from a gentle yellow, through orange, to crimson. They are echoed below by chrysanthemums and lingering marigolds that escaped frost, while autumn asters add a fringing of rich purple.
I know this will pass - that is its nature. So I'll savor every aspect of it, while I may.
posted by Peg Fisher 10/20/2000 07:30:46 AM
Summer has been dedicated to frantically packing to move across town to the newer, larger apartment. Finally pulled that together, all except for the unpacking and winnowing of my too-much-stuff. Yeah, I know. Most people winnow before they move. Well, I was feeling overwhelmed, so I stuffed it all into boxes at the storage unit, noticed I was exhausted from lugging all the debris of my life around, and resolved to sort and let go as I unpack. So far, I'm following through on that. I almost listed the stuff I'm getting rid of, but then I remembered my vow to not blog at all rather than blog needless trivia, and trust me, a list of life debris here would be way too needless. Caught myself in time.What I do want to talk about is how good it feels to lie in my bed at the new location and look out the window at green trees, rather than a parking lot. (And since some of them are pines, there will be green even in winter.) It's also (so far) quieter. And it's cooler and less stuffy, which in August heat here in the northern hemisphere is definitely a plus. We are no longer only a block from the main highway, so there's less traffic, and more places to walk with Joey dog. There's a grocery store within walking distance, and in support of my plan to exercize more, I've walked there three times so far, and backpacked home the purchases.
An important change for myself is that I'm following through on my desire to clutter less. Sustaining this will be the challenge, however I have a week to my credit with a clean and empty kitchen counter, and the dishes washed up and put away. Doing my best to begin as I hope to go on. So when friends stopped over, I was able to invite them in to sit down and the place was passable, with no bustling around to hide debris. Good change.
Moving really is exhausting, though. So I'm going to go rest up a bit more, next.
posted by Peg Fisher 8/6/2000 07:53:37 AM
"Why are you still alive," he asks. "Why hasn't life crushed you?""Goddess knows, life's tried its damnedest. And I've been crushed pretty flat, time to time. Yet you're right, I haven't stayed crushed. And I had a chance to check out, last summer in ICU. Yet I kept saying, 'I want to live. I'm not done yet.' So, what did I stay for? For the chance to find more moments of wonder in life."
I stay because of the small, graceful, unexpected gifts, like the flight of 2 goldfinches around a fencepost, this morning. They were a pair, a vivid yellow male and a camoflage brown female, and they danced in the air together. It is this moment of wonder at the brief beauty of them, and and gratitude for the gift of seeing their vibrant life - it is for the chance of times like this, I stay alive. That is one reason. And the chance to share those moments by writing is another.
posted by Peg Fisher 5/28/2000 08:27:19 AM
I ate the first radish today that's grown from the seeds that Bro-by-choice helped me plant. Cool. (Bro hates gardening, so it was a goodhearted gesture on his part to lend a hand anyway.)And my peas have grown up the improv trellis enough to blossom - Wando peas bloom deep purple, which always surprises me, yet pleasantly so. Also eating homegrown spinach and arugula (another leafy green with a distinctive flavor that I'm fond of.)
posted by Peg Fisher 5/26/2000 07:22:25 PM
OK, it's been a while. Several reasons for that - First, MB went away from me, which left me feeling damn sad for a while. And he timed it so he told me he was going the *day before* I started my new job. It was a rocky first week. But I'm into week 3 now, getting back adjusted to 40 hours, and very relieved to have flex scheduling and telecommuting going for me.However, that's not what I'm blogging about. I'm here to tell you about strawberries.
On the side of the hill
the steep bank protects them from mowing.
There, wild strawberries grow,
tiny, gemlike, sweet.
Their flavor is distilled essence -
they are one hundreth the size
of the bloated hybrids grocery stores import,
yet the taste of a single real one
outshines dozens of pallid cultivars.
I savor the wild taste across my tongue
as I walk home
with my little yellow dog.
posted by Peg Fisher 5/25/2000 06:41:10 PM
