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Lost and Found

Hi all. I really haven’t been lost, though it feels like I have. I was unwell but I worked in spite of it and our business is growing. There were many days I felt truly LOST.

Being healthy again has been such a blessing and I am so happy to be back and to pop in to say, “Hi.” I’ve missed you all. And hope that I have found you well and enjoying life.

I am thrilled to tell you tell that I finished my “big” book. It is currently being edited. Keeping my fingers crossed it is a “keeper” but if it’s not at least I feel I accomplished a big goal. In finishing it I have been FOUND.

The featured photo of the dried seed pods against the snow is a reminder to me that no matter what, there is always new life just around the corner. I love the quiet of the sleeping seed heads above the snow, just waiting to be found again this spring.





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When I took up digital art a new world of creativity was opened to me. This is one of my first “paintings” and I worked it up to pick up the colors in the quilt in that room.  Image

In real life this ended up being divided into two to be printed onto canvas, matted, framed and hung above the bed to act much like a headboard. 

Let me know what you do or do not like about this painting. Feed back both pro and con are our best learning tools. Thank you for responding.

Happy days,




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On the Right Track, Now

It has been an interesting year. Beginning in January of 2013 my web host upgraded their platform. Suddenly I had no email address and my website disappeared. It was one of those things I only discovered much later when I realized I couldn’t possibly have offended everyone.  Unbeknownst to us, life was about to come barreling at us, dropping bombs and chocolates along the way.

Staying on Track

Staying on Track

In short the big hurdles (scares) were taken care of, nursed back to health, the garden was planted too late and yielded mini, not large, and very scarce delicious veggies (not enough).

We faced down Sweet Hubs being diagnosed with cancer, it being a long recovery, but he is now free of cancer. I learned to live with celiac disease.

The sun began to shine, we began to heal, we spent lots of time with our fab family and added a new son-in-law. You really appreciate everything more when you have survived the bumps along the way.

Three weeks ago I bravely waded into untangling missing accounts. As you can see, it all got sorted out.

I missed you and hope you all had a really great spring and summer and avoided having to dodge the bumps and hurdles life sometimes throws your way.




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Being Green

I did not write this, it came to me via email, but I am old enough to remember this clearly.  The photos are my cell phone photos that I took today to go with with fun piece. I added personal comments in green throughout. 

Bright green recycle poster

This sign is required to be posted in our place of business. Did it use paper and ink plus gas for a young lady to drive to us, inspect our building, go through our trash can and hand us this poster? Did I mention we had been recycling for 13 years at work? She found a pop can in our trash and gave us a 15 minute lecture. Perhaps someone, it could even have been a truck driver from out of state, mistakenly thought the small recycling container would be the trash because the large container is should be the one for recycling. That could easily happen since at our homes we have small trash containers and huge recycling containers.


Checking out at the store, the young cashier  suggested to the much older
woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags
weren’t good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’
back in my earlier days.”
The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today Your generation did
not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”
She was right — our generation didn’t have the ‘green thing’ in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the
store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and
refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really
were recycled.
But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for
numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use
of brown  paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure
that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not
defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on
the brown paper bags.
But too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.
(There was almost no plastic, our bread came wrapped in waxed paper, which were opened up, cut in squares and used to wrap our sandwiches.And also to keep the irons gliding smoothly over the damp, starched fabric of our clothes)
We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and
office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a
300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway
kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning
up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our
early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters,
not always brand-new clothing.
But  that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room.
And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?),
not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blended
and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do
everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we
used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble
wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut
the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by
working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that
operate on electricity.
Recycle box with recycle-able paper.

Paper recycling very light weight cardboard box container under my desk was brought in to replace the heavy-duty recycled cardboard box I had used for several years. It was had for me to grasp the concept of yet another box when the one I used had been working perfectly.

But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a
plastic  bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens
with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a
razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got
But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to
school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service
in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before
the “green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire
bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances.
And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from
satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger
Bright green poster attached to the lid of a recycle container.

Our very own special recycling container which replaced the large recycle bins that served multiple businesses.

But isn’t it sad that the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks
were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back  then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in
conservation from a smartass young person…
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss
us off…especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can’t
make change without the cash register telling them how much.

The end !
There is so much truth to this, but I for one applaud having a cell phone, permanent press clothes out of the dryer and I love my computer. I do think we could make this a better world if we embraced the ways we each can recycle and keep junk out of the landfill and keep people slimmer and healthier with all the walking. However walking to work wouldn’t be good, unless I lived much closer.
So with thanks to an unknown writer and apologies for not being able to credit the right person, I hope you enjoy this and it brings back memories if you are one of the older among us. If you are one of the younger among us, perhaps you can learn something from history, or your elders and stop rolling your eyes, really it worked.


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St Helens High School Class Reunion

The invitation came for the 50th Class Reunion. Holy cow, that was a shock to my system. How could it be 50 years?? Isn’t it more like 20 years? I don’t feel any different.

Sweet Hubs asked if I wanted to go. No, I didn’t think I would, after all, I had only lived there two years and my roots didn’t go back to kindergarten like my new classmates had. I hadn’t kept in touch with any of them. They wouldn’t remember me. And so my mind went, but for some reason I hung onto the invite.

Two months later I decided to toss it out and it went into recycle. “What have you done?” my mind yelled, “there  will never be another one. What if you regret it later?” So I retrieved the letter. Sent the RSVP and the check and Sweet Hubs agreed to go with me, we’d just call it a night out if no one remembered me or even worse if I couldn’t remember anyone. After all, a lot happens between high school graduation and the 50th year reunion, too many things would I remember?

We went this past Friday night. I discovered that unless you still lived in the same small town and saw each other at the grocery sore, we were all in the same boat. Fortunately, we all were issued  photo ID, with our high school name is big bold letters (thanks guys, we needed that) and our high school class photos. What a great ice breaker, we all agreed we looked familiar and as soon as we could put the young face with the somewhat older one, we immediately knew each other. So many friends and so much to share. Special thanks to my Sweet Hubs patiently tried to act involved. He became the photographer for me with my  camera and then others handing him their cameras.

50th Class Reunion

Hey, you guys talking back there need to turn around and pay attention for your class photo.

Group photo

Okay, we’re getting closer. Smile. Hey, Lorrie, look this way, please.

Anther shot of the class reunion.

This one looks good, one person caught in a blink and a petite lady in the back row that should have  been either picked up by Jack or in front of him.

Happy, smiling and all eyes open.

I got this great photo of some friends and no blinks.

Was I glad I went?? You better believe it. The best evening ever. I remember how much my classmates had meant to me. They were such a friendly, welcoming and supportive group of people who accepted an outsider into their world. Thanks Class of 1962!! Hope to see you all soon. Or at least hear from you.



(PS Note to classmates Shez is my pen name,  nick name or alter ego, you knew me as Shari Williams.) 😉






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This is such a beautiful poem I hope many of you enjoy it.

Nae's Nest

I found the sea

In a place I did not expect

It was there at my time of need

It was there to accept

The colors so beautiful

Picking up the desert hues

The sea is here in the desert

Brought here by a muse

An answer to my prayer

The sea brings me comfort

Within its fresh air

It breaks the heat of the wind

A welcome cool breeze

A retreat from reality

A moment to seize

The heat is hard to breathe

Curling me up in pain

Tears fall nearly everyday

Hope is under strain

Hope is sunshine in the rain

It is the sea in the desert

It is a moment to seize

The welcome cool breeze

Many days without hope seem to go by

On the rare day it appears

I want to breathe it in

It’s water washing away my fears

I pray on the…

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Lilly is has written an amazing new fable. I hope you enjoy her words and their power as much as I did.

A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly

I walked along the twisting path, a steep drop off on my right, a rocky wall on my left.  Every step was measured and sure to avoid the rocks and shards of pottery from discarded vessels, which held all manner of useless stuff.  I, too, some time back had found it necessary to shift my load and only carry necessary water, food, and the book of directions.  The further I had walked the thin, grey road, the more unnecessary certain once vital stores had become.

Common though it was to come upon cast offs, I was a bit surprised when rounding a rather sharp bend, I saw by the side of the path a piece of red flesh, ripe and dripping, pulsing and heaving almost in time with my labored breaths.  This was not the useless gems and mementos of the old life down the hill.  This seemed alive and perhaps…

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