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Happy 150th Birthday Alice In Wonderland

“And what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation?”

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I love Alice in Wonderland. I loved it as a child, I loved it more as a teenager in the 60’s with Grace Slick singing White Rabbit. I loved reading it out loud; as opposed to Winnie the Pooh, who I abhorred. Curiously, today just happened to be an “Alice” day

It was a treat listening to Exposing the curious world of Alice in Wonderland on the Sunday Edition with Michael Enright on CBC.

Interestingly  “After the Bible and Shakespeare, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is the most widely quoted book in the Western world. It has been translated into at least 174 languages.”

Michael interviewed, Alice’s granddaughter and David Day the Canadian author of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Decoded. It was fascinating.51VomRKbi8L._SX354_BO1,204,203,200_

What was even greater fun was that  I was listening in my car on the way to the flea market. My first find there was “The Annotated Alice” 1960 edition. I bought it for a dollar.

I remember playing my first computer game on our brand new Apple 2e in 1983. It was Fahrenheit 451 and to move through the game you had to quote Alice In Wonderland. My daughter was much better at it then I was. I would kill to have that game again. (keep going to flea markets)

My daughter, granddaughter, and I have quite a few versions of Alice in Wonderland. We love collecting new or old editions with different illustrators. The blog Brain Pickings has a post on the best illustrated versions. I just ordered this one .

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And oh…..I am not late….I am on Oxford time, a pun from from the book. Love it.

Write

Four months are a long time between blog posts. Creative block? Time? Inspiration? Lazy? Living getting in the way? All of the above.

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I think about it every day. What I could write; what I want to write. I never get to the desk to “put pen to paper” so to speak. With out excuses, life has conspired to interfere.

Interesting blog post on Creative Block from Brain Pickings

I an not entirely stunted in my creative endeavours and aspirations. I have been busy with learning how to retire; you would be amazed at how much creativity it takes to shift those gears. I have been creating visual art; lots and lots of painting, felting, knitting, journaling and jewellery. I am practicing my Native American flute regularly.

I have added a page to my blog to showcase my art and will add another page as I explore  the relationships of females (especially family) and age. It will help to adjust to being the primary caregiver for my aging  mother in-law now living with us.

I am inspired by my daughters foray into blogging.   Martinisyle. Check it out. she is amazing?

To keep me learning, I have decided that an outdoor inspired hobby will be just the thing. Since I live on a lake what’s better than fishing? No not ice fishing, even though that’s the Poisson de Jour at today’s -20C, but fly fishing in the warm weather.

Can you guess what this little gadget is for? It will be very ‘zen”.

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A New Year, A Birthday, A Death

Today starts a brand new year, and the Christmas season is semi-officially over; unless you are counting to 12th  night. I love Christmas, with all my senses. I have since I was a child. My fondest memories of childhood were when our whole family was together. My mom, dad and four sisters; the older ones with their children in tow. The last Christmas together in our house there were 25 stockings hung on the mantle. My mom came to our house for Christmas every day  for 25 years as my children were growing. I still  make dinner, just as she did. I might not make Christmas cake and pudding anymore, but I do buy it from a great bakery.

Our Christmas this year was spent at our son’s. We stayed overnight on Christmas Eve and enjoyed out youngest granddaughter’s first really aware Christmas. It really made me think of my mom and our daughter’s first Christmas. I felt a little melancholy missing her, and wishing she had lived longer than her 95 years to see her favourite grandson’s first child. I also missed my dad and my second oldest sister. It seems when you start thinking of one missing person the rest flood in like a tsunami with the cracking of memories.

Death was not far from us this year. My nephew, who happens to be just a year younger that I, lost his wife on December 27th. She was palliative with cancer and went very quickly and unexpectedly. He is not dealing with it very well. Neither of them were prepared in a way that I would want to be. Which brings me to New Years. I find it to be just a superficial line in the sand, a false addendum to the wonderful spiritual season of birth, and rebirth, that is Christmas and Solstice. I am also not one for resolutions but I loved this blog quote from Brain Pickings today.                                                                                     In 1972,  Susan Sontag noted in her diary
“Kindness, kindness, kindness. I want to make a New Year’s prayer, not a resolution. I’m praying for courage.”

My prayer is that I try to make every day a new beginning. As you age and get to grandparent stage, life on the back-end seems so short. I pray for courage to continue this way, because I really want to live until I die. Just like Aurora, our Golden Retriever who turned 4 today. Every moment is just another opportunity to catch a ball. Just like my beloved Echo who died last year at New Years.

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