Monthly Archives: November 2009

Don’t be Cilia – I’m Seriously Thankful.

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Fall is nearly over here in Vermont. The morning air is no longer “nippy.” It’s cold. And it’s a search to find pie pumpkins – they are being snapped up by discerning bakers for the Thanksgiving holiday.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, I have a lot to be thankful for this year. I’ll wax poetic on this topic closer to the day. But I have a new found appreciation for something that many of us rarely spend much time pondering.

I am thankful for my eyelashes.

Yep, those fun little follicles are not only “batters” in the eyeball game, although a carefully measured amount of batting can make all of us thankful in one way or another. But eyelashes are awesome “catchers.”

The loss of hair on my head was noticeable and dramatic. But when my eyelashes started to go, they went quietly, one or two at a time, until one morning I realized I barely had any left. A few long dark ones, and some tiny thin ones at the edges. My eyes took on a new look; puffy, tired and pale. Bald and without eyebrows and eyelashes, I looked a bit like a blue-eyed turtle.

My eyes became the target for everything that wafted in the air. Dust, fine hairs, lint, gnats…everything made a beeline for my now unprotected eyes. I blinked, I rubbed, I washed crusted eyelids, I applied that eye fluid that rhymes with “why-zine.” Well, now I know why-zine…those mighty little eyelashes were on duty, 24/7, protecting my eyes from boulder-like debris.

About 6 weeks ago I started to notice pegs of hair on my lids. Hurrah! The excitement grew each day as those little pegs elongated into actual lashes. And they brought friends – more than before. They stare back at me from the mirror, stout little soldiers all in a line, guarding my pupils.

Well, now dear readers, you didn’t think I would leave it at that, did you? Of course not. I had to go searching for some info on lashes. According to one site, the eyelash is similar to a cat’s whiskers, and warn the eye of impending doom. “Debris, debris! Warning, Will Robinson!”

If you were Greek, you would be reading about “blepharis.” Gesundheit.

I read about a snake with “eyelashes.”. Then I found a school site that tells about some eyelash freeloaders. Mangey critters. And one of my favorite authors, John Sandford, penned a Lucas Davenport novel that involved the lovely lash.

If I had been impatient, there is a drug that is said to help regrow eyelashes. Hmm. I don’t think I could have put my poor little eyelids through another drug after the long high they had this summer. Because I’d like to pamper them a bit. I’m off to do some batting…

Flu Me to the Moon

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I want to share a column written by funny girl Michele Wojchiechowski (pronounced “where’s your house key”)
about the recent flu run. I’m ok, she’s ok.

This past week, I went on a search for a treasure. It was something so scarce, so valuable, something that can ward off sickness and even death. And after the vast amount of time it took me to find it, I think the quest for it can rival the searches that still go on for the Ark of the Covenant and the Holy Grail.

I’m speaking, of course, about the seasonal flu shot…

Go to WelcometoBaltimoreHon.com for the rest of the story…

Falling back! And a call to all for art…

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Hello, friends! I am back to blogging after a few months of inactivity. I hope you missed it.

I have an exciting project to share with you! This venture, by a hip and eco-friendly local artist, is at the grassroots level – and needs your participation! The project, called “Art Is” has no specific goal, except to inspire all to dig deep into their souls and share by expression.

To participate in the “Art Is” project, please:

1.Pick out a paint color sample card that
you like, either a single color chip or a tone-strip.

2.On the color side of the sample, write the words “Art is” and finish the sentence.
There are no restrictions on words, drawings, images, or any type of media
you would like to add to the paint chip. The paint chip is your canvas!

3. Mail your finished paint chips to: “Art Is”, PO Box 64, North Bennington, Vermont. 05257. No return addresses, please!

4. There is no limit to the number of chips you can send; however please make sure your art is anonymous! Men and women of all ages, interests and creative abilities, fellow artists and artisans, craftspeople of all venues and genres, collectors and seekers, the novice, the nay-sayer and the passionate. This project calls to ALL who can taste, feel, see, touch and breathe art!

5. Please feel free to copy and paste this information and pass this request along to others who might like to participate, with a request to please delete all names and e-mail addresses that came with the message before it is sent to others. This is not only to honor the anonymity of the project, but also for the privacy of those involved.

Let’s help this artist, and see how far we can fling the word of art!

To help you get into the swing of things, here’s a fun “art-relation” song:
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