Friday, December 31, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
Love Letter at Christmas, 2004
To all Friends and Family,
This will be short because time for completing the long list of “to do’s” for the next two weeks is limited. The myth of having more time in retirement is exactly that—a myth. I’ve found the drawback with retirement is that we fill up our days with longer, more frequent projects. And we also don’t have a magic quittin’ time when we can go home from work. Work accompanies us everywhere we go, seven days a week.
So, as promised---a brief rundown of 2004 from the Love house. We’ve spent a lot of time this year visiting with family both in Sandpoint and in Louisiana, Arizona, California and Washington. Our family unit here in North Idaho has grown with the October move of my niece Laura, her husband Sefo and the 2.5 year-old triplets from Samoa. Laura has taken a job as extension agent for Coeur d’Alene Tribe through the University of Idaho. So, they now live in Plummer, and we’ve been enjoying seeing them a lot more often than was ever possible when they were in Samoa. The triplets are adorable, and they enjoy visiting their great-grandmother’s house in Colburn where their stick horses are boarded.
Our family dealt with some sad losses this year. As mentioned in last year’s letter, my dad, Harold, died in Nov. 2003, and Bill’s mother, Ora, died on Valentine’s Day this year. My Aunt Mary Jane from Pasco also died in May. So, we’ve all been making adjustments to the absence both. I’ve spent a lot of time with Mother, the ever-positive trooper. We’ve taken trips to visit family in Arizona, California and Washington, and we’re looking forward to returning to Arizona in February for the Scottsdale Arabian Show.
Geocaching would have to rank at the top of Love family pursuits this year, since Bill, Willie and Annie all own GPS units and geocaching handles (names). They’ve logged many miles hiking to caches, collecting trinkets, replacing trinkets and telling of their adventures on the geocaching.com site. Willie’s wife Debbie and I’ve been happy to accompany them on some of these trips and will enthusiastically report that geocachers find some beautiful spots to hide their little containers. We also planted the geocaching seed for Cousin Barb Wuebbels from Phoenix who spent a week getting acquainted with North Idaho this past summer. I do like to mention that Bill visited the emergency room twice this year, thanks to mishaps on his outings. Just a few dislocated body parts put back in place and then on to the next cache.
Willie is still working at the Gem State/Newport Miner (http://www.pendoreillerivervalley.com/) and commuting to Boise to see Debbie on weekends. The title of “sports editor” has been added to his responsibilities. He also wrote and published his first magazine feature on--of all subjects—geocaching. Debbie changed her major and will graduate in May with a degree in multi-ethnics studies. She has worked with a Bosnian family this past year in Boise. We’ve really enjoyed her visits up this way, and hope it works out for her in the job market somewhere in this area.
Annie graduated from Boise State in May. She then moved to Seattle and has been working as a front-desk clerk/van chauffeur for the Courtyard Marriott. She lives in a nice apartment overlooking Lake Union and has found the good jogging routes and great neighborhood bakeries. She hosted us on a wonderful weekend in November and put us up at the Waterfront Marriott right next to Pike Street Market. And, yes, there was some geocaching accomplished.
I’ve continued my busy writing schedule. The highlight for my assignments this year was an interview with Lord of the Rings actor Viggo Mortensen. It appeared in Sandpoint Magazine (http://www.sandpointonline.com/) this fall, and it’s posted on my website in its full form www.mariannelove.com. I hope to finish my third book in the next month or two. I even have an editor at a publishing company who likes the two chapters I sent her and wants to know when she’s going to see the whole manuscript. So, if all goes well, Lessons with Love will be on bookshelves sometime in 2005.
In spite of the sadness of losing family members, we’ve had a fun, busy, fulfilling year. We’re hoping that continues in 2005, and we wish the same for all of you. By the way, http://www.geocachingonline.com/ will explain to you the latest Love family addiction. Be careful. You might catch the bug too.
Much love,
Bill, Marianne, Willie, Debbie and Annie Love
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Blogged Down
Tis the season to be jolly, busy, crazy, and a bit blogged down. Between Christmas cards, Christmas cookies, Christmas company and Christmas shopping, I've had no time for this journal.
First, an update. Pumpkin is still referred to as "he." Seems one of Pumpkin's jewels has not yet reached the proper depository. The good Dr. McCormick , therefore, gave Pumpkin's manhood a stay of execution. "Two months," he said. "Then bring Pumpkin back." Now, Pumpkin? HE is a happy cat.
Annie flies in from Seattle this morning. So, we'll spend some time enjoying the Christmas festivities in Spokane, especially the Davenport lobby. My grandmother Brown lived at the Davenport for a while when I was a little girl. When our kids were little, we started a tradition of having lunch there on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Then, the hotel closed down. We were happy to see it open again, and, though we've not exactly renewed the Thanksgiving tradition, we try to at least stroll through the lobby during the holiday season.
After the Davenport, we're off to Annie's favorite Spokane restaurant, where our Irish eyes smile while enjoying the stew at O'Doherty's. Then, some shopping, the trip home and a "family bonding" gathering at Second Avenue Pizza. Willie leaves tomorrow to spend Christmas with Debbie and her family in Boise, so tonight will be the Love family gathering.
We learned the other day that it's possible we may soon be living somewhere other than our home of 27 years on Great Northern Road. Therefore, this Christmas on our little farm where the kids spent their childhood chasing frogs, ice skating or wandering the fields will be cherished.
A good day to all.
First, an update. Pumpkin is still referred to as "he." Seems one of Pumpkin's jewels has not yet reached the proper depository. The good Dr. McCormick , therefore, gave Pumpkin's manhood a stay of execution. "Two months," he said. "Then bring Pumpkin back." Now, Pumpkin? HE is a happy cat.
Annie flies in from Seattle this morning. So, we'll spend some time enjoying the Christmas festivities in Spokane, especially the Davenport lobby. My grandmother Brown lived at the Davenport for a while when I was a little girl. When our kids were little, we started a tradition of having lunch there on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Then, the hotel closed down. We were happy to see it open again, and, though we've not exactly renewed the Thanksgiving tradition, we try to at least stroll through the lobby during the holiday season.
After the Davenport, we're off to Annie's favorite Spokane restaurant, where our Irish eyes smile while enjoying the stew at O'Doherty's. Then, some shopping, the trip home and a "family bonding" gathering at Second Avenue Pizza. Willie leaves tomorrow to spend Christmas with Debbie and her family in Boise, so tonight will be the Love family gathering.
We learned the other day that it's possible we may soon be living somewhere other than our home of 27 years on Great Northern Road. Therefore, this Christmas on our little farm where the kids spent their childhood chasing frogs, ice skating or wandering the fields will be cherished.
A good day to all.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Now Pumpkin---the rest of the story
Since I last wrote, O Henry aka Orange Blossom Special has found a home and a permanent name. He's turned into Pumpkin, and he'll reside in Plummer shortly after Christmas. I must whisper that this morning he'll be going to the veterinary hospital. When it comes home, Pumpkin will be referred to as "it." That's why I'm whispering. This could be rough on the little guy, but it'll keep him (still him) out of trouble.
Niece Laura has decided that Pumpkin will be the Laumatia family Christmas present. She has come to Sandpoint, taken him to the vets for shots, worming, etc., and she'll be transporting him to his permanent home in the next few days. So, the story ends happily.
The past week at the Love house is almost a blur because so many THINGS had to be done. Social season began this weekend. So far, two parties are now history, including The River Journal Christmas dinner, held this year at Dock of the Bay Restaurant in Hope. Trish Gannon, the publisher, gave awards to all staff members.
My title was "staff member least likely to make a mistake," but Trish, in a most ghoulish fashion, reported to the troops of how she found a "whose" in a November submission which was supposed to be "who's." I haven't checked my computer to see if she slipped it in the story AFTER I filed it, but I did remain magnanimously gracious while accepting my framed story with the mistake clearly circled in red. It was a great party and a fun group.
Another busy week lies ahead. I think Mr. Cartoon Man needs to post a new sample from his "Slight Detour" series.
Later...
Niece Laura has decided that Pumpkin will be the Laumatia family Christmas present. She has come to Sandpoint, taken him to the vets for shots, worming, etc., and she'll be transporting him to his permanent home in the next few days. So, the story ends happily.
The past week at the Love house is almost a blur because so many THINGS had to be done. Social season began this weekend. So far, two parties are now history, including The River Journal Christmas dinner, held this year at Dock of the Bay Restaurant in Hope. Trish Gannon, the publisher, gave awards to all staff members.
My title was "staff member least likely to make a mistake," but Trish, in a most ghoulish fashion, reported to the troops of how she found a "whose" in a November submission which was supposed to be "who's." I haven't checked my computer to see if she slipped it in the story AFTER I filed it, but I did remain magnanimously gracious while accepting my framed story with the mistake clearly circled in red. It was a great party and a fun group.
Another busy week lies ahead. I think Mr. Cartoon Man needs to post a new sample from his "Slight Detour" series.
Later...
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Orange Blossom Special
I don't know how long O Henry will last. Bill has dubbed him Orange Blossom Special. So, I guess the Laumatia's can decide who the heck this kitty is once they get him home. Anyway, he's made himself at home in our living room. He's apparently been loved and well-taken care of by somebody.
I can't believe that people can take affectionate, well-mannered animals like this and just dump 'em off at somebody else's house. I guess they knew what they were doing because this guy hasn't suffered a bit since he showed up in the barn yesterday. And I know he'll be loved three times as much in Plummer.
I can't believe that people can take affectionate, well-mannered animals like this and just dump 'em off at somebody else's house. I guess they knew what they were doing because this guy hasn't suffered a bit since he showed up in the barn yesterday. And I know he'll be loved three times as much in Plummer.
Monday, December 13, 2004
O Henry Does Plummer
O for orange. Henry for literature. It seemed like a natural name for this new cat. O Henry will not go to the animal shelter. Instead, he'll go to Plummer. O Henry will be a gift cat to the Laumatia triplets.
My niece, Laura, read this morning's post and said to hang on to that cat. O Henry came into the house tonight and aroused the ire of Festus and Lonesome. Didn't bother him, though. He rolled around on the carpet, grabbed a few bites of Meow Mix, jumped on the couch and made himself at home. He's outside now, wishing I'd come to the door and let him in, but two cats in the house during the night is enough.
Besides the cat give-away, much was accomplished today. The Christmas letter is complete. Several cards are ready to mail. Willie ate homemade meat loaf for the first time in several months. It was a good day. Tomorrow---cookie baking and Christmas shopping.
My niece, Laura, read this morning's post and said to hang on to that cat. O Henry came into the house tonight and aroused the ire of Festus and Lonesome. Didn't bother him, though. He rolled around on the carpet, grabbed a few bites of Meow Mix, jumped on the couch and made himself at home. He's outside now, wishing I'd come to the door and let him in, but two cats in the house during the night is enough.
Besides the cat give-away, much was accomplished today. The Christmas letter is complete. Several cards are ready to mail. Willie ate homemade meat loaf for the first time in several months. It was a good day. Tomorrow---cookie baking and Christmas shopping.
Cats and Newspapers Not Off the Press
So, we do have the only big red barn in the city limits of Sandpoint! So, it's winter. So, some people don't like to feed the latest litter of kitties. So, we've acquired two new very friendly, well-fed cats in two weeks. So, what am I to do!
The latest----an adorable orange male halfway to adult cathood---appeared in the haystack this morning when I went to feed horses. It meows a lot. It's not afraid of the dogs or the resident jealous cats. I have to decide soon whether or not I'll make a visit, with cat in hand, to the animal shelter down the road. People must know I have a weakness for felines or any helpless stray.
In other news, there will be more news in Sandpoint soon, and it's of the Hagadone variety but no relation to Duane. Stay tuned. The Sandpoint Reader will be appearing from Coeur d'Alene to Bonners Ferry within the next several days.
On to the grocery store for more Meow Mix.
The latest----an adorable orange male halfway to adult cathood---appeared in the haystack this morning when I went to feed horses. It meows a lot. It's not afraid of the dogs or the resident jealous cats. I have to decide soon whether or not I'll make a visit, with cat in hand, to the animal shelter down the road. People must know I have a weakness for felines or any helpless stray.
In other news, there will be more news in Sandpoint soon, and it's of the Hagadone variety but no relation to Duane. Stay tuned. The Sandpoint Reader will be appearing from Coeur d'Alene to Bonners Ferry within the next several days.
On to the grocery store for more Meow Mix.
Holidaze
My 50-something brain has reached the point of having to use the calendar to keep this year's holiday schedule straight. This week is scheduled to be relatively calm by comparison to the last 12 days of December when two parties, two luncheon dates, one kid coming home one day, another kid leaving the next, all siblings showing up on different dates, the triplet family coming and going, a New Year's Eve party, three family birthdays-----oh yeah, there's the Christmas stuff in between.
I'm in a daze thinking about it, so I guess I'd better get to work on the cards, cookies and gifts.
Happy Monday all.
I'm in a daze thinking about it, so I guess I'd better get to work on the cards, cookies and gifts.
Happy Monday all.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Dog Blog
This morning I wrote to Terry Bain, author of You Are a Dog and told him that he might just have a fan or two out there. That was BEFORE my bike ride where I informed every walker and jogger with dog in tow they'd better buy the book.
Anyway, Terry wrote back to me later, saying, "The book has its own blog as well, in case anyone's interested:
www.youareadog.com And the book, of course, can be find here You Are a Dog at : www.Amazon.com
Be well, and visit often."
So, there ya go. All pooch lovers---you've been informed! You won't regret buying the book.
Off to the craft show. More later.
Anyway, Terry wrote back to me later, saying, "The book has its own blog as well, in case anyone's interested:
www.youareadog.com And the book, of course, can be find here You Are a Dog at : www.Amazon.com
Be well, and visit often."
So, there ya go. All pooch lovers---you've been informed! You won't regret buying the book.
Off to the craft show. More later.
Back on Track
Speaking of slight detours, I've taken one for the past couple of days. After a week of daily entries, I fell short yesterday, and missed the road completely. So, on this relatively quiet Sunday morning after all the craft show and author hoopla, it's nice to have a few minutes to reflect. The craft show goes one more day but doesn't start until noon today.
Yesterday was pretty crazy----finishing up introductions for ten authors, running books to the book store, visiting with the coffee cult, hurrying back to the Mall where Mother and I have a craft table, rushing home to read one more bit of information for an introduction and arriving back at the book store in time for the readings. I read from my "Ponderettes and Pie---Not a Good Mix" story and then introduced the rest.
Besides having the opportunity to introduce one former student who's an author and my journalism mentor Bob Hamilton, I came away thrilled to have met a couple of new faces (for me anyway) who have both impressive credentials and talent. I must recommend their works. John Remmer read from his Traplines: Coming Home to the Sawtooth Valley. He's a Harvard alum and a retired English professor from Albertson College. His book talks about his return to the gorgeous Sawtooth Valley, how he remembered it as a kid and how he was shocked at its change several decades later. Nice man. I look forward to corresponding with him.
The other author came late with his tail between his legs but left us eager to fetch a copy of his book and take it home to share as our most recent great discovery. His name is Terry Bain, and he's written a book called You Are a Dog: Life Through the Eyes of Man's Best Friend. The guy obviously loves reading his stories as much as he loved writing them.
The audience and other authors sat transfixed, except for some healthy giggles, as we listened to dogs' perspectives on the vacuum cleaner, puppydom and the sofa. There's a website about this author from Spokane who says he should have been hitting a tennis ball rather than writing. I disagree. He scored an ace with this one.
Young brother, you need to pick up this book! I just noticed, while searching out his address http://bainbooks.com/ that he's a blogger----er----would that be a dog blogger? I'm gonna tell Ebbie and Annie (our Black and golden Labs) about him. Maybe they can correspond with his pooches.
Yesterday was pretty crazy----finishing up introductions for ten authors, running books to the book store, visiting with the coffee cult, hurrying back to the Mall where Mother and I have a craft table, rushing home to read one more bit of information for an introduction and arriving back at the book store in time for the readings. I read from my "Ponderettes and Pie---Not a Good Mix" story and then introduced the rest.
Besides having the opportunity to introduce one former student who's an author and my journalism mentor Bob Hamilton, I came away thrilled to have met a couple of new faces (for me anyway) who have both impressive credentials and talent. I must recommend their works. John Remmer read from his Traplines: Coming Home to the Sawtooth Valley. He's a Harvard alum and a retired English professor from Albertson College. His book talks about his return to the gorgeous Sawtooth Valley, how he remembered it as a kid and how he was shocked at its change several decades later. Nice man. I look forward to corresponding with him.
The other author came late with his tail between his legs but left us eager to fetch a copy of his book and take it home to share as our most recent great discovery. His name is Terry Bain, and he's written a book called You Are a Dog: Life Through the Eyes of Man's Best Friend. The guy obviously loves reading his stories as much as he loved writing them.
The audience and other authors sat transfixed, except for some healthy giggles, as we listened to dogs' perspectives on the vacuum cleaner, puppydom and the sofa. There's a website about this author from Spokane who says he should have been hitting a tennis ball rather than writing. I disagree. He scored an ace with this one.
Young brother, you need to pick up this book! I just noticed, while searching out his address http://bainbooks.com/ that he's a blogger----er----would that be a dog blogger? I'm gonna tell Ebbie and Annie (our Black and golden Labs) about him. Maybe they can correspond with his pooches.
Friday, December 10, 2004
Craft Sales
Today begins the first of a three-day craft sale at the Bonner Mall. Mother will be here at 8, and we'll go to the mall to set up our wares. She's 83 and still selling her Western artwork. If you check out my website www.mariannelove.com you'll see the illustrations she did for my book covers.
Western art is her specialty and, even more specifically, she does beautiful horses and old barns. She's been selling her greeting cards in this area for about the last 20 years. Little brother, Jim, the cartoonist who dreamed up the concept of Slight Detour, has followed in her footsteps by sketching the lodges of Glacier Park and some neat Victorian homes along the Coast. He also did a nice illustration of some draft horses for my book.
My sister Laurie (check out Marianne's sisters' horse operation, which is a link on my page) took Mother's and Jim's artwork a step further by reducing the illustrations on her computer, using some special clay, and turning them into some beautiful keychains. They made their successful debut last week at a fairgrounds craft show.
Of course, I'll be selling my books at this show. We've always enjoyed participating in craft shows not only to make a few extra bucks but because of all the visiting we get to do with each other and the browsers. Come and see us at the Mall.
More later . . . everybody's up in this house and I've gotta go read the Spokesman and the Bee.
Western art is her specialty and, even more specifically, she does beautiful horses and old barns. She's been selling her greeting cards in this area for about the last 20 years. Little brother, Jim, the cartoonist who dreamed up the concept of Slight Detour, has followed in her footsteps by sketching the lodges of Glacier Park and some neat Victorian homes along the Coast. He also did a nice illustration of some draft horses for my book.
My sister Laurie (check out Marianne's sisters' horse operation, which is a link on my page) took Mother's and Jim's artwork a step further by reducing the illustrations on her computer, using some special clay, and turning them into some beautiful keychains. They made their successful debut last week at a fairgrounds craft show.
Of course, I'll be selling my books at this show. We've always enjoyed participating in craft shows not only to make a few extra bucks but because of all the visiting we get to do with each other and the browsers. Come and see us at the Mall.
More later . . . everybody's up in this house and I've gotta go read the Spokesman and the Bee.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Literary Smorgasboard
If you're looking for some ample samples of Northwest literature, the Sandpoint area's the place to be this weekend. It all starts at the Panida Theater Friday night (Dec. 10, 2004) at 8 p.m. with "Pot Luck: A Salad of Seldom Seen McManus Stories." Actor Tim Behrens will provide a one-man show featuring McManus' work.
According to the most recent River Journal, the actor and author are celebrating a 12-year "McAnniversary" of the night when Behrens first appeared at the Panida with a McManus stage play.
Since then, they've taken the humorous plays to 23 states, two Canadian provinces and to audiences totaling approximately 350,000. Admission for the one-time Sandpoint performance is $15 for adults and $12 for students with ID cards. For more information, call 208-263-9191.
McManus will also sign copies of his books at the Corner Bookstore on First and Main at noon Friday.
The next day (Saturday, Dec. 11, 2004) Vanderford's in Sandpoint will serve up two hours of more fun for book lovers. Ten area authors will read from their works, and one will be there to sign the book his company published.
Here's the list of readers in order of appearance: Marianne Love (that's me), Jim Payne, Sandy Compton, Dennis Nichols, Bonnie Thompson, Jack Nisbet, John Rember, Doris Fuller, Terry Bain and Bob Hamilton. Bonner County Daily Bee publisher David Keyes will also be on hand to sign the recently-published Bonner County Memories photo book.
The program starts at noon. Vanderford's is located at Second and Cedar in Sandpoint. For more information, call 208-263-2417. See you there!
There's more on the table Sunday to entice your hunger for creative goodies. Christine Holbert sent me the following press release.
Lost Horse Press proudly presents the second in a three-part series of Sunday Salons titled “Wild Mind: Rebel Creativity in the Age of Commerce.” The performance and discussion on Sunday, 12 December 2004 takes place at the Hi Hopes Cafe—next to the post office in Hope—at 1 o’clock, and features local writers and artists, Robens Napolitan and Tom Kramer, in a program entitled, “The Artful Marriage.”
Robens Napolitan and Tom Kramer celebrate thirty years of creating art, poetry, music, and life together. Robens writes, paints, sculpts, and is a professional gardener. Tom writes, paints, and plays wild music. Within an atmosphere of constant and intense collaboration, they still find a way to honor and respect each other’s unique and individual voice, mining creative depths that neither one knew were there.
Please watch for info about January’s “Sunday Afternoon Salons” at the Hi Hopes Cafe. For additional information about this or other Lost Horse programs, please call 208.255.4410 or check our web site for a schedule of upcoming events: www.losthorsepress.org.
CONTACT:
Christine Holbert
Lost Horse Press
105 Lost Horse Lane
Sandpoint, Idaho 83864
Plenty on the literary menu up this way, for sure.
According to the most recent River Journal, the actor and author are celebrating a 12-year "McAnniversary" of the night when Behrens first appeared at the Panida with a McManus stage play.
Since then, they've taken the humorous plays to 23 states, two Canadian provinces and to audiences totaling approximately 350,000. Admission for the one-time Sandpoint performance is $15 for adults and $12 for students with ID cards. For more information, call 208-263-9191.
McManus will also sign copies of his books at the Corner Bookstore on First and Main at noon Friday.
The next day (Saturday, Dec. 11, 2004) Vanderford's in Sandpoint will serve up two hours of more fun for book lovers. Ten area authors will read from their works, and one will be there to sign the book his company published.
Here's the list of readers in order of appearance: Marianne Love (that's me), Jim Payne, Sandy Compton, Dennis Nichols, Bonnie Thompson, Jack Nisbet, John Rember, Doris Fuller, Terry Bain and Bob Hamilton. Bonner County Daily Bee publisher David Keyes will also be on hand to sign the recently-published Bonner County Memories photo book.
The program starts at noon. Vanderford's is located at Second and Cedar in Sandpoint. For more information, call 208-263-2417. See you there!
There's more on the table Sunday to entice your hunger for creative goodies. Christine Holbert sent me the following press release.
Lost Horse Press proudly presents the second in a three-part series of Sunday Salons titled “Wild Mind: Rebel Creativity in the Age of Commerce.” The performance and discussion on Sunday, 12 December 2004 takes place at the Hi Hopes Cafe—next to the post office in Hope—at 1 o’clock, and features local writers and artists, Robens Napolitan and Tom Kramer, in a program entitled, “The Artful Marriage.”
Robens Napolitan and Tom Kramer celebrate thirty years of creating art, poetry, music, and life together. Robens writes, paints, sculpts, and is a professional gardener. Tom writes, paints, and plays wild music. Within an atmosphere of constant and intense collaboration, they still find a way to honor and respect each other’s unique and individual voice, mining creative depths that neither one knew were there.
Please watch for info about January’s “Sunday Afternoon Salons” at the Hi Hopes Cafe. For additional information about this or other Lost Horse programs, please call 208.255.4410 or check our web site for a schedule of upcoming events: www.losthorsepress.org.
CONTACT:
Christine Holbert
Lost Horse Press
105 Lost Horse Lane
Sandpoint, Idaho 83864
Plenty on the literary menu up this way, for sure.
Meltdown
Mr. Cartoon Man, I know you're down there in Oregon where the sun shines, and you're assuming that your Abdominal Snowman is scaring all the natives up here in snow country. I must inform you, however, that we're having a meltdown.
Therefore, it's time for a new cartoon. I figure that guy's gonna be out of business pretty soon with this 40-degree heat wave.
---Your big sister
Therefore, it's time for a new cartoon. I figure that guy's gonna be out of business pretty soon with this 40-degree heat wave.
---Your big sister
Busy Thursday
Lots to do today. I learned yesterday that an editor at a publishing company in Nevada is actually interested in seeing the finished manuscript of my book Lessons with Love. That's after she read the chapters called "Ponderettes and Pie---Not a Good Mix" and "Ya Mean SHE Taught the Pope??"
It certainly makes a difference when someone from the outside world expresses an interest in one's writing. So, I'm going to have to start balancing my time between finishing the last couple of chapters and this wonderful world of blogging.
Right now I'm writing a chapter called "Labor of Love: Reborn Student." It's deals with my son Willie (William E. Love III works as a reporter, photographer and sports editor at the Newport/Gem State Miner) You can read his stories at http://www.pendoreillerivervalley.com/.
This story deals with boys who take a while to find their way. I learned this through my experience as Willie's mother and his teacher. Parents simply need to calm down and be patient. It WILL happen with young men but maybe not on a pre-ordained schedule. They mature at their own rate, and when they do, they usually make up for lost time. That's why Willie has "Reborn Student" at the bottom of his resume.
The new book will introduce Willie as a writer and will allow him to turn the table. He's writing a story about what it's like to have a mother as a teacher. I haven't seen any early drafts yet, but I'm expecting a few interesting revelations.
Anyway, back to the manuscript. Have a good Thursday, and do check out "Hot Potatoes." Mr. Oliveria has it set up for instant comments now. To get there, go to http://www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/nhb/.
One final note: if anyone wants to see and hear local authors, there will be 11 of us reading brief segments from our books at Vanderford's in Sandpoint this Saturday from 12-2. I've been given the honor of introducing each author, so I've got some work to do on that too. Will provide you more information about that in a later post.
It certainly makes a difference when someone from the outside world expresses an interest in one's writing. So, I'm going to have to start balancing my time between finishing the last couple of chapters and this wonderful world of blogging.
Right now I'm writing a chapter called "Labor of Love: Reborn Student." It's deals with my son Willie (William E. Love III works as a reporter, photographer and sports editor at the Newport/Gem State Miner) You can read his stories at http://www.pendoreillerivervalley.com/.
This story deals with boys who take a while to find their way. I learned this through my experience as Willie's mother and his teacher. Parents simply need to calm down and be patient. It WILL happen with young men but maybe not on a pre-ordained schedule. They mature at their own rate, and when they do, they usually make up for lost time. That's why Willie has "Reborn Student" at the bottom of his resume.
The new book will introduce Willie as a writer and will allow him to turn the table. He's writing a story about what it's like to have a mother as a teacher. I haven't seen any early drafts yet, but I'm expecting a few interesting revelations.
Anyway, back to the manuscript. Have a good Thursday, and do check out "Hot Potatoes." Mr. Oliveria has it set up for instant comments now. To get there, go to http://www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/nhb/.
One final note: if anyone wants to see and hear local authors, there will be 11 of us reading brief segments from our books at Vanderford's in Sandpoint this Saturday from 12-2. I've been given the honor of introducing each author, so I've got some work to do on that too. Will provide you more information about that in a later post.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Brief Blog
Two meetings today and no time to blog. That's probably fortunate for those whose inboxes have been inundated with alerts to "check out the blog." I'll give them a rest today and go do my civic duty.
The first meeting will be a three-hour session at the Community Hall. It's also my first as an official board member of the Clark Fork-Pend Oreille Conservancy. I believe in saving some of the land for the animals and for all to enjoy. You'd hardly call me an extreme environmentalist. I do believe in logging, not only for economic reasons but also for the health of forests.
Can ya tell my hubby's a forester? I've listened a lot over the years to lectures on root rot and pine bark beetle infestations, so I'm convinced those diseased trees need to go. I'm definitely also a believer on the value of well-planned logging operations.
I'm not a believer, however, in taking gorgeous plots of rural farm land, decimating it and using every possible inch to develop "high-density" housing projects. It would be nice to save some of our land from the developers, so that's where the conservancy comes in, and I'm happy to play a part in its aims.
The second meeting at Di Luna's later this afternoon concerns an aging group of friends getting together to finalize plans for the 40th-year class reunion for Sandpoint High School Class of 1965. Yikes! It's hard to believe we're THAT old already, but there's no turning back the clock. So, we'll plan the gathering for the end of July, 2005. We're much more concerned at this point with driving safety and ease of getting from one place to another. I've also heard comments during our planning sessions about planning events for early bed times. So, it's evident we're beginning to wither.
It's time for someone to insert another cartoon. I wonder who that would be. And, Mr. Blue Max, your Nasal Drip blog made me go reach for a tissue. Keep dribbling that wisdom! Welcome to the crowd.
Dave Oliveria, you're safe today! Have a good one, everyone.
The first meeting will be a three-hour session at the Community Hall. It's also my first as an official board member of the Clark Fork-Pend Oreille Conservancy. I believe in saving some of the land for the animals and for all to enjoy. You'd hardly call me an extreme environmentalist. I do believe in logging, not only for economic reasons but also for the health of forests.
Can ya tell my hubby's a forester? I've listened a lot over the years to lectures on root rot and pine bark beetle infestations, so I'm convinced those diseased trees need to go. I'm definitely also a believer on the value of well-planned logging operations.
I'm not a believer, however, in taking gorgeous plots of rural farm land, decimating it and using every possible inch to develop "high-density" housing projects. It would be nice to save some of our land from the developers, so that's where the conservancy comes in, and I'm happy to play a part in its aims.
The second meeting at Di Luna's later this afternoon concerns an aging group of friends getting together to finalize plans for the 40th-year class reunion for Sandpoint High School Class of 1965. Yikes! It's hard to believe we're THAT old already, but there's no turning back the clock. So, we'll plan the gathering for the end of July, 2005. We're much more concerned at this point with driving safety and ease of getting from one place to another. I've also heard comments during our planning sessions about planning events for early bed times. So, it's evident we're beginning to wither.
It's time for someone to insert another cartoon. I wonder who that would be. And, Mr. Blue Max, your Nasal Drip blog made me go reach for a tissue. Keep dribbling that wisdom! Welcome to the crowd.
Dave Oliveria, you're safe today! Have a good one, everyone.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Young Veteran
I was hoping to have a visit with a young man whom we welcomed home from Iraq last night. His name is Justin, and he's a former student who graduated in from Sandpoint High School in 1992. I'm including an anecdote about Justin in my next book. It concerns an assignment we did for the Beautiful Bonner history book, which was published in 1993.
Three classes of honors students worked on the assignment. Each student chose a person who had lived in the community for several decades. We worked for months on the project, and whenever we approached a new segment of the process, I explained thoroughly the expected procedure.
Whenever I was lecturing on "How to's," I was pretty passionate. Well, one day while I went through my explanation, Justin kept raising his hand. Not wanting to stop in the middle of a thought, I pretended not to see it and moved on. The hand, however, continued to distract me. Finally, I stopped, looked at Justin and asked the obvious, "Do you have a question?"
"Yeah, I have a problem," Justin told me. "My lady died."
"You certainly do have a problem, " I replied, feeling horribly embarrassed at putting him off.
Justin eventually interviewed my dad, Harold Tibbs, for his project.
There's a story with every student, and I couldn't help but think of that time while standing in the snowy darkness at the south end of the Long Bridge last night with a crowd of flag-waving well-wishers who were thrilled to welcome him home. When he and his mother pulled off the highway and parked, we gathered around the van. For a brief moment, a handsome young man hugged a few of us. He was then whisked back into the car for his special police escort across the Long Bridge.
It was difficult to avoid choking up while watching the van, escorted both front and back by police cars with blinking blue and red lights, head off north toward Sandpoint. The trip across our Long Bridge marks for just about any local the greatest of moments. Once on that bridge, we know we're home. That trip for Justin last night must have been sweeter than ever.
He'll be home with his family for five days before going back to Colorado to prepare for a second tour in Iraq. I'm proud to know that young man. Haven't had a chance to visit with him yet, but when I do, I'll share the highlights.
See stories about a Vietnam vet and a WWII vet below.
Three classes of honors students worked on the assignment. Each student chose a person who had lived in the community for several decades. We worked for months on the project, and whenever we approached a new segment of the process, I explained thoroughly the expected procedure.
Whenever I was lecturing on "How to's," I was pretty passionate. Well, one day while I went through my explanation, Justin kept raising his hand. Not wanting to stop in the middle of a thought, I pretended not to see it and moved on. The hand, however, continued to distract me. Finally, I stopped, looked at Justin and asked the obvious, "Do you have a question?"
"Yeah, I have a problem," Justin told me. "My lady died."
"You certainly do have a problem, " I replied, feeling horribly embarrassed at putting him off.
Justin eventually interviewed my dad, Harold Tibbs, for his project.
There's a story with every student, and I couldn't help but think of that time while standing in the snowy darkness at the south end of the Long Bridge last night with a crowd of flag-waving well-wishers who were thrilled to welcome him home. When he and his mother pulled off the highway and parked, we gathered around the van. For a brief moment, a handsome young man hugged a few of us. He was then whisked back into the car for his special police escort across the Long Bridge.
It was difficult to avoid choking up while watching the van, escorted both front and back by police cars with blinking blue and red lights, head off north toward Sandpoint. The trip across our Long Bridge marks for just about any local the greatest of moments. Once on that bridge, we know we're home. That trip for Justin last night must have been sweeter than ever.
He'll be home with his family for five days before going back to Colorado to prepare for a second tour in Iraq. I'm proud to know that young man. Haven't had a chance to visit with him yet, but when I do, I'll share the highlights.
See stories about a Vietnam vet and a WWII vet below.
Vietnam Veteran
As promised, I want to make note of Jim's and my older brother, Mike Brown, who served our country for two different years of the Vietnam War. After graduating from Sandpoint High School in 1962, he attended the U.S. Military Academy at West Point where he graduated in 1966 (the class featured in Rick Atkinson's phenomenal book The Long Gray Line).
His first tour included the Tet Offensive in 1968. He returned again a few years later as a Cobra helicopter pilot and was shot down by a Surface to Air Missile (SAM) in June, 1972. His story of surviving the crash appears at http://www.vhfcn.org/missle.html
You may have to cut and paste the address, depending on what browser you use, but it's there.
Col. Oliver North also featured Mike in a segment about Vietnam helicopter pilots on his Fox-TV series War Stories.
Mike resigned from the Army after his second tour and worked in the paper industry all over the world, including Thailand, Mexico, Venezuela and El Salvador. He now lives in Tacoma where he's active in the Vietnam Pilots Assoc. If you read his story and wish to comment, feel free to ask me for his email address.
Tribute to Our Soldiers
The first faces I spotted while reading this morning's Spokesman-Review were Joseph Wagner, Denis Mikkelsen, James Sinnott, and Ray Daves (see story on www.spokesman.com). They're from the Spokane area, and they survived the attack on Pearl Harbor 63 years ago today.
In honor of all World War II veterans, I've placed a story by Fiddlin' Frank Smith on my website www.mariannelove.com
Frank Smith lives in Bend, Oregon. He is one of many Farragut Naval recruits who have signed my guestbook since the publication of my story about Farragut's history in Sandpoint Magazine back in 1998. You'll find the link on my website.
I feel fortunate to have heard from these veterans as well as members of their families. For some of their comments, check out the guestbook on my website.
And since this is such a significant day for veterans, please visit again. I plan to tell you about some of my students who've served in Bosnia and Iraq. Last night we were able to welcome one back to Sandpoint.
I also want to share with you a website depicting my older brother Mike Brown's experience of being shot down in June, 1972, while piloting a Cobra helicopter in An Loc during the Vietnam War.
In the meantime, stay tuned, and thank a veteran for his or her service to our country.
In honor of all World War II veterans, I've placed a story by Fiddlin' Frank Smith on my website www.mariannelove.com
Frank Smith lives in Bend, Oregon. He is one of many Farragut Naval recruits who have signed my guestbook since the publication of my story about Farragut's history in Sandpoint Magazine back in 1998. You'll find the link on my website.
I feel fortunate to have heard from these veterans as well as members of their families. For some of their comments, check out the guestbook on my website.
And since this is such a significant day for veterans, please visit again. I plan to tell you about some of my students who've served in Bosnia and Iraq. Last night we were able to welcome one back to Sandpoint.
I also want to share with you a website depicting my older brother Mike Brown's experience of being shot down in June, 1972, while piloting a Cobra helicopter in An Loc during the Vietnam War.
In the meantime, stay tuned, and thank a veteran for his or her service to our country.
Monday, December 06, 2004
Groundhog Day
I see Jim is pushing us ahead by a few days (note date of his cartoon). That means I've got all my Christmas stuff done and will be celebrating a couple of family birthdays today. That would suit me just fine because if it were Dec. 31, we'd be that much closer to spring.
I do have to mention that we have some family members who are loving this snow. They moved to Plummer Oct. 1 from Samoa. The Laumatia family, which included three----count 'em, three 2.5 year-old triplets, has could not wait for a big dumping of the white stuff. Sefo, the dad, at 33, will get the new sensation of shoveling in addition to chasing the triplets around. If ya want to learn more about this remarkable family, go to http://www.spokesmanreview.com/idaho/photo_standalone.asp?sectionlink=idaho&pubdate=11/21/2004&photoname=cth21_11-21-2004_DF33TOQ.jpg and read a great story by Cynthia Taggart.
I do have to mention that we have some family members who are loving this snow. They moved to Plummer Oct. 1 from Samoa. The Laumatia family, which included three----count 'em, three 2.5 year-old triplets, has could not wait for a big dumping of the white stuff. Sefo, the dad, at 33, will get the new sensation of shoveling in addition to chasing the triplets around. If ya want to learn more about this remarkable family, go to http://www.spokesmanreview.com/idaho/photo_standalone.asp?sectionlink=idaho&pubdate=11/21/2004&photoname=cth21_11-21-2004_DF33TOQ.jpg and read a great story by Cynthia Taggart.
Take a "Hot Potatoes" Trip
Dave Oliveria is my blog mentor, I think. Maybe if he hadn't introduced me to blogs in his "Hot Potatoes" column, I might be getting something done.
His blog is updated several times daily while he's at work at the Spokesman-Review newspaper office in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho.
I owe Dave a lot and appreciate his wonderful support of my own journalistic efforts.
Visit and bookmark his blog at http://www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/nhb/
His blog is updated several times daily while he's at work at the Spokesman-Review newspaper office in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho.
I owe Dave a lot and appreciate his wonderful support of my own journalistic efforts.
Visit and bookmark his blog at http://www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/nhb/
Annie of New Zealand
My daughter Annie went to New Zealand last year. While there, she made it to Wellington on December 1 to enjoy all the hoopla associated with the world premiere of Return of the King from Lord of the Rings. She had her Sandpoint sign, and when actor Viggo Mortensen spotted it in the crowd and found out she was from Idaho, he blew her a kiss.
You can see a photo of Viggo along with an album of her travels to New Zealand and Australia by visiting http://nzannie.tripod.com/anniesnewzealandadventure/id5.html
Guess ya have to type it in the address slot cuz this blog is created on Mozilla, and Microsoft won't honor it.
If ya want to read the full story about Viggo, go to http://www.blogger.com/app/www.mariannelove.com
Look under "Love Notes."
You can see a photo of Viggo along with an album of her travels to New Zealand and Australia by visiting http://nzannie.tripod.com/anniesnewzealandadventure/id5.html
Guess ya have to type it in the address slot cuz this blog is created on Mozilla, and Microsoft won't honor it.
If ya want to read the full story about Viggo, go to http://www.blogger.com/app/www.mariannelove.com
Look under "Love Notes."
Arizona Detour
When the flakes fall, Arizona's where I want to be. My longtime friend Susie Baldwin, my mother, Virginia Tibbs, Susie's horse (on the extreme right) and I had a nice visit in Prescott last February. Since then, Susie and her hubby Bill have veered off toward Montrose, Colorado. Mother and I will head back to Arizona in February and hope it doesn't snow this time.
Monday Caffeine Pit Stop
We've actually succeeded at posting some words and pictures on this blog. So far, we haven't hit too much rough road, but we've been at it for all of one day. So, there are sure to be bumps ahead on this slight detour from our day-to-day wanderings.
Jim and I are two of a kind in our family---each the youngest of our family batch and the only one of our gender. Two older brothers, Mike and Kevin, preceded me and used me for their battering ram, guinea pig, object of torment, or whatever you want to call it. Our childhood adventures along North Boyer Road in Sandpoint are chronicled in my first book Pocket Girdles. To learn more, visit www.mariannelove.com
This book also includes a story about Batch Two in our family who started arriving after I'd been the baby of the family for 12.5 years. That's where Jim comes in. He's got one over on me cuz he's been the baby of our family for 41 years, having been preceded by two older sisters, Barbara and Laurie. I don't think they tormented him, but they definitely took on a team concept, just like the older brothers. Check out their Arabian horse site link at www.mariannelove.com
So, Jim and I have always followed lives of relative independence within our family unit. In my case, I took my share of solitary sojourns around the 40-acre North Boyer farm on my wooden horse Stickie. Rode him bareback and steered him around with a string of twine. I often found trouble with Stickie and definitely suffered the "helpless little sister" syndrome while living out my childhood farm life with those relentless older brothers. Therein formed the backdrop for plenty to write about whenever any English teacher along the way announced the "300-word essay."
In Jim's case, he spent endless hours each day working alone and developing a mini city in the sand pile behind our house. His early training for an architectural career came through construction of buildings and complete utitilities in that setting. We all knew early on that this kid had talent. He's displayed it many times over with designs for beautiful schools, homes, and office complexes throughout the Northwest.
So, that's today's pit stop on us. More coming . . . .
Jim and I are two of a kind in our family---each the youngest of our family batch and the only one of our gender. Two older brothers, Mike and Kevin, preceded me and used me for their battering ram, guinea pig, object of torment, or whatever you want to call it. Our childhood adventures along North Boyer Road in Sandpoint are chronicled in my first book Pocket Girdles. To learn more, visit www.mariannelove.com
This book also includes a story about Batch Two in our family who started arriving after I'd been the baby of the family for 12.5 years. That's where Jim comes in. He's got one over on me cuz he's been the baby of our family for 41 years, having been preceded by two older sisters, Barbara and Laurie. I don't think they tormented him, but they definitely took on a team concept, just like the older brothers. Check out their Arabian horse site link at www.mariannelove.com
So, Jim and I have always followed lives of relative independence within our family unit. In my case, I took my share of solitary sojourns around the 40-acre North Boyer farm on my wooden horse Stickie. Rode him bareback and steered him around with a string of twine. I often found trouble with Stickie and definitely suffered the "helpless little sister" syndrome while living out my childhood farm life with those relentless older brothers. Therein formed the backdrop for plenty to write about whenever any English teacher along the way announced the "300-word essay."
In Jim's case, he spent endless hours each day working alone and developing a mini city in the sand pile behind our house. His early training for an architectural career came through construction of buildings and complete utitilities in that setting. We all knew early on that this kid had talent. He's displayed it many times over with designs for beautiful schools, homes, and office complexes throughout the Northwest.
So, that's today's pit stop on us. More coming . . . .
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Traffic Jim's Catch
This is my brother, Jim Tibbs. He's the cartoonist, architect, artist, astronomy, writer, punner, extraordinaire------yeah, the Renaissance Man. And, he likes to fish.
He caught this lunker down near his home in Grants Pass. Maybe he'll write more on this post and tell you about the fish and his punny name for Grants Pass.
Let's Get Off Track
Since we've never really been on track, nobody's gonna know if we digress. Speaking of digression, what's that dog's problem anyway?
Since Mother thinks this thing is really a "blob," rather than a "blog," I'm trying to imagine what will happen once it takes off.
Will it start oozing out of the computer? Will it be read?
Will it eventually conquer the world by swallowing up all the other blobs in its path? This entrance into blobdom could turn hazardous.
Maybe we'd better take a detour back to where we started.
Since Mother thinks this thing is really a "blob," rather than a "blog," I'm trying to imagine what will happen once it takes off.
Will it start oozing out of the computer? Will it be read?
Will it eventually conquer the world by swallowing up all the other blobs in its path? This entrance into blobdom could turn hazardous.
Maybe we'd better take a detour back to where we started.
Traffic Jim
Traffic Jim thought up this "Slight Detour" stuff. He has now posted his first illustration. May we see many, many more.
His personal profile will appear once we figure out how the blog "team" concept works.
There HAS to be a "Traffic Jim" in any "Slight Detour." Right?
His personal profile will appear once we figure out how the blog "team" concept works.
There HAS to be a "Traffic Jim" in any "Slight Detour." Right?
Rest Stop
Crazy titles, I know, but they seem to fit with the main moniker. I am resting a bit from vacuuming and cleaning counter clutter. An update on the winter storm is in order. We finally see white, and it's pretty sticky too. There's a blanket about an inch deep now, and it's still spitting.
Bill's gone to church. He always says a Presbyterian prayer for his Catholic wife whose attendance report will never meet Idaho's 90 percent attendance requirement (for schools, that is). I like to attend Mass in Bonner's Ferry, but the black ice probability along the 30-mile route was looking too probable. So, instead, I've been attending the Church of the Blog here on my little Hewlette Packard.
The homily seems to be that this activity has much to offer anyone. I can see it serving as a great way for families to keep in touch on a daily basis. Probably have to have a few ground rules regarding temptations of embarrassing one another, but it seems like a great daily logbook and historical record where all can contribute and all can keep.
So, maybe I'll set up the family blog. For now, I'll just keep on practicing and learning.
Bill's gone to church. He always says a Presbyterian prayer for his Catholic wife whose attendance report will never meet Idaho's 90 percent attendance requirement (for schools, that is). I like to attend Mass in Bonner's Ferry, but the black ice probability along the 30-mile route was looking too probable. So, instead, I've been attending the Church of the Blog here on my little Hewlette Packard.
The homily seems to be that this activity has much to offer anyone. I can see it serving as a great way for families to keep in touch on a daily basis. Probably have to have a few ground rules regarding temptations of embarrassing one another, but it seems like a great daily logbook and historical record where all can contribute and all can keep.
So, maybe I'll set up the family blog. For now, I'll just keep on practicing and learning.
Sunday Drive
Not quite daylight yet outside the Love house. I know the horses are standing out there calling me names cuz I'm not out there throwing them hay yet. The dogs and their feline friend Licker probably want out of the bunkhouse. But blogdom keeps me from responsibility this morning.
Just a quick note that the huge winter storm destined to dump at least a foot of snow must've hit a slight detour. The weather forecasters started promoting this one about Tuesday. By Friday, athletic teams were playing their games earlier so they wouldn't encounter hazardous driving conditions on their way home. Saturday came, and so did a few flakes, which soon turned wet, wet, wet. It was a day I like to call "new frontiers in ugly" with its heavy-hanging gray mist and wet cold. No storm for sure. Embarrassed weathercasters came up with some reasons for its demise but made promises for snow within hours. Another night has passed---no snow, just ugly gray and a persistent dankness. I'm not complaining because I've gotten past the stage of creating snow angels and rolling around in the stuff. It can pile up all it wants to in the mountains, but I wouldn't moan one bit if it never shows up at the Love house.
Back on course to feed the horse(s).
Just a quick note that the huge winter storm destined to dump at least a foot of snow must've hit a slight detour. The weather forecasters started promoting this one about Tuesday. By Friday, athletic teams were playing their games earlier so they wouldn't encounter hazardous driving conditions on their way home. Saturday came, and so did a few flakes, which soon turned wet, wet, wet. It was a day I like to call "new frontiers in ugly" with its heavy-hanging gray mist and wet cold. No storm for sure. Embarrassed weathercasters came up with some reasons for its demise but made promises for snow within hours. Another night has passed---no snow, just ugly gray and a persistent dankness. I'm not complaining because I've gotten past the stage of creating snow angels and rolling around in the stuff. It can pile up all it wants to in the mountains, but I wouldn't moan one bit if it never shows up at the Love house.
Back on course to feed the horse(s).
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Take a left
Yup, it's fun. Two infant blog postings and they don't look too stupid, so let's try a couple of other baby steps. I'm going to send you to another important location. He's my favorite blogger and cranky conservative, Mr. Oliveria. I owe this guy a lot cuz he's provided some great exposure to my website. He also does a pretty interesting daily web journal, so bookmark him spokesmanreview.com/blogs/nhb/
First turn-off
Well, it's a baby blog, so give me a break. I've got a lot to learn about how all this blog stuff works, and I'm hoping Jim's brains combined with mine will help us get going on this new adventure.
Since we're in a slight-detour mode, we've got an excuse to get off course as often as we want.
Okay, maybe I've figured out one more step in the process. I mentioned that article about Viggo Mortensen in my first post and put my website, but it didn't turn into a link. So, let's try clicking here www.mariannelove.com
Hey, it worked. So, if any visitors run across this blog, try that link above.
Since we're in a slight-detour mode, we've got an excuse to get off course as often as we want.
Okay, maybe I've figured out one more step in the process. I mentioned that article about Viggo Mortensen in my first post and put my website, but it didn't turn into a link. So, let's try clicking here www.mariannelove.com
Hey, it worked. So, if any visitors run across this blog, try that link above.
Slight Detour
Welcome to the inaugural night of "Slight Detour" coming to you from beautiful Sandpoint, Idaho. I cannot take credit for the title. That honor goes to my brother Jim, an architect, artist, cartoonist in Grants Pass, Oregon. It's because of Jim and his cartoon series called "Slight Detour" that I have initiated this blog.
I hope that as I learn more about this publishing process Jim's cartoons will begin to appear. At this point, I've followed the three steps to blogdom and have spent some time typing. Let's just see what comes next.
I guess the next step I'll try is to link all readers to my website, where you can find information about my two funny farm books and read some examples of my freelance writing, including an exclusive interview with actor Viggo Mortensen. So, here goes. Keep your fingers crossed. Go here www.mariannelove.com.
I hope that as I learn more about this publishing process Jim's cartoons will begin to appear. At this point, I've followed the three steps to blogdom and have spent some time typing. Let's just see what comes next.
I guess the next step I'll try is to link all readers to my website, where you can find information about my two funny farm books and read some examples of my freelance writing, including an exclusive interview with actor Viggo Mortensen. So, here goes. Keep your fingers crossed. Go here www.mariannelove.com.
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