
The birdbabies are getting so big. It won’t be long now and I’ll be able to walk by the front door and not have to worry about spooking them!

The birdbabies are getting so big. It won’t be long now and I’ll be able to walk by the front door and not have to worry about spooking them!


Here’s an update on Larry, Moe, and Curly. Their feathers came in practically overnight. I caught a shot of mom (or dad) in the pine tree yelling at me when I peeked in the nest the last time. Haven’t had a chance to look them up yet, I’m thinking some kind of finch?

That’s my mom Carol and her brand new great-granddaughter, Aryielle. My niece Christy gave birth to her this past Thursday, on Friday my mother celebrated her 73rd birthday, and on Saturday we took her to the ER because she has been having terrible shortness of breath. She has congestive heart failure and is now in the CCU while they try to figure out how they need to treat it. Not one of our better Mother’s Days, although the new baby has brought us all joy, especially my mom. My mother had no history of heart disease but the shortness of breath has been present for some time and she kept thinking maybe she was just getting old, or it was a lung problem like COPD, a condition a doctor once told her she may have. The point I’m trying to make is this, if you or someone you know has been experiencing shortness of breath and made lifestyle adjustments because of it, shortening an evening walk, letting your once perfect garden go to weeds, buying fewer groceries because it’s too hard to carry them in, sleeping on more pillows at night so you can breathe better….go to the doctor and demand to be screened for congestive heart failure. My mom went to the doctor last week but because she didn’t have all the warning signs her family doctor did not catch it. We finally took her to the ER hoping they would figure out what was going on, and thankfully they did. We hear a lot about heart attacks in the media but the onset of congestive heart failure is often insidious, yet just as dangerous to the health of your heart. My mom is having a heart cath today so they can see what might be causing her symptoms. I wouldn’t mind at all if you could send some prayers and positive energy our way.


One afternoon recently as bookbabie went to retrieve a package from the front porch (a book order no doubt) she saw a bird fly out of a wreath on the door. Lo and behold, the little birdy had built a sturdy nest in the wreath and lain four tiny blue eggs in it all without detection, Mr. & Mrs. bookbabie are obviously either blind or totally unobservant (maybe both). Those are my winter wreaths as you can see, the nest is tucked securely behind a sparkling white snowflake. All four eggs hatched but one baby died and was tossed out by mom (and left dangling on a bit of wreath until Mr. bookbabie came home and gently removed it). I tried to get a photo of them when they were awake but they sleep an awful lot and I don’t want to bug them too much and stress out mom. I’ll post updated photos and reports once a week until they fly the coop!

We look at the empty eyes in a dead man’s photograph and we ask, why? The blame game has begun, the “if onlys” are ringing out on the airwaves, on web sites, and in living rooms across our country. But sadly and most importantly, those “if onlys” will haunt the hearts and minds of the teachers, administrators and students at Virginia Tech for many years to come. It is human nature to take the unimaginable and try to make some sense of it, to take a tragedy and try and break it down into digestible portions. We will hit the rewind button over and over again and say it is because we want to prevent another tragedy like this one, that we must learn from this incident so that the people who died did not die in vain. But I think what we really want to do is change the outcome of that terrible morning, and the reality is no amount of understanding, of well meaning “thoughts and prayers”, of misplaced blame is going to do that. Thirty-two people died because one troubled young man shot them—they did not die in vain—but they did die too soon. At the end of my first book the main character writes in a letter to her daughter;
While I do not pretend to understand the workings of the human mind, the failings of the human heart, or the forces that set one man against another, this much I do know. There is knowledge and there is ignorance, there is faith and there is despair, there is love and there is hatred, and in the end, it is simply a matter of choice, this is God’s gift to us.
I hope we can learn something from this tragedy that will keep it from happening again, I really do. But most of all I hope that the survivors and the families of those who died are able to let go of the “if onlys” before they become imprisoned by them, and that they choose to have faith in love—honoring and celebrating the lives of those who are gone too soon.
MSNBC has put up a nice page with photos and profiles of the victims of the Virginia Tech shooting.

When I tell people I have to eat totally gluten-free they look at me with such sympathy you’d have thought I just told them I had to have my right foot cut off! While I may not be able to pick up the phone and order a double cheese pepperoni pizza anymore (my arteries are breathing a huge sigh of relief), there are still plenty of not-so-great-for-you-but-tasty-carbs that I can chow down on. I recently tried the poppy seed bagels that Glutino makes and they are now a yummy addition to my morning breakfast menu. Last week at book club a friend gave me an article she had clipped from our local paper. The cake shop I’ve always ordered cakes from (for “normal” family members) has started making gluten-free desserts. One of their customers simply asked, and just like that, they are now in the GF baking business. This has taught me two things, 1) Speak up, people are often more than happy to oblige those of us with diet restrictions, and 2) I have such thoughtful friends, thanks for thinking of me and passing along the article Sandy!
We’re back! We had a great time (except for the food poisoning). Here’s a few pics from the road…
On the beach near my sister’s house in Carlsbad. Brrrr, it was colder in California that day than it was back in Michigan!
My nephew Robert and my “niece”, Lola.
We rented a cute little Nissan 350Z. Now I know why old people drive around in big boats (and I also know that I am now officially an old person, on the next road trip me and Mr. bookbabie plan to find the biggest, softest ride available!).
Lovely Morro Bay…ahhh, peace, peace, peace.
Highway 1 in CA. Don’t look down.
I was hoping to run into Clint while in Carmel, didn’t happen:-( But I did manage to make one new friend while I was there.
Wine Country, or should I say whine country as Mr. bookbabie tasted very little vino due to the lingering effects of some nasty lobster salad. Cheers!

THE bridge.
A room with a view.
We lucked out and got bumped up to a sweet suite at the Argonaut in San Francisco at Fisherman’s Wharf. Great location and most excellent view of the bay and Alcatraz Island. If you have to feel lousy in San Francisco you might as well do it in a huge two room suite. Mr. bookbabie loved the nautical decorating so much that I’m worried that my walls here at home will soon be painted navy blue with gold stripes and covered with giant mirrors shaped like ship portholes. All in all it was a good trip, we visited with family and saw some beautiful scenery, but the truth is we couldn’t agree more with Dorothy, in the end…there’s just no place like home.
Right now it’s thirty degrees outside and we have 40mph winds. This is a close-up of the Clematis, Margot Koster, from my garden last summer. I went a little nutty and planted clematis vines everywhere on our property. I have about 35 or 40 varieties. They tend to require a bit of TLC and not all of them are happy with where I’ve planted them. I look forward to the spring. Taking that first walk around our property to see who survived the winter. I love the sight of those tender green shoots pushing their way up through the cold brown earth, each one is like a little gift meant just for me.