Such Kindness

News of Ken’s death continues to filter out into the cosmos. Yesterday I received a letter from a woman who had taken a class from Ken. While reading her note tears streamed down my face. “He was not terribly personable, but I saw that he cared a lot that we were learning. The thing that stood out then, and that stuck in my mind, and that brought me to write this letter, is the way …

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Wow! I can Read Music – sort of.

I started taking music lessons about six months ago. I had never learned any music before that. I did not read music. But after practicing at least once, often twice a day (except the two days I was flying to and from visiting my parents), I had been making slow and steady progress through the book of exercises Recently I thumbed back to a couple carols in my exercises book. Then I remembered some music …

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The Necks Project – aka Neck – a – Thon

About a month ago I was at Depth of Field in Minneapolis.  One side of the store  is a futon shop, and the other is a fiber shop.  I was there for a futon frame and then a futon cover.  After making those purchases I walked over to the fiber side.  They told me the store was closing and the yarn was 50% off.  I bought the wild colored Merino wool that remained.  First I …

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Missing Ken on His Birthday: Many Reasons for Gratitude

Thursday was Ken’s birthday.  It was a tough day for me.  As I have said often this year, the firsts and the lasts are the most difficult: the first time I do something alone that we had done together for decades, the last time I eat something Ken grew or raised for example.        Thursday I was coming home from visiting my parents.  It was so good to see them.  There was much …

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Privacy and Understanding, Please

Right now I need privacy.  This is a dramatic shift from decades of having an open drive and people coming at all hours to buy pottery and produce.  Examples include people choosing a wedding gift by car headlights for the next day,  people arriving at 7 a.m. for pottery shopping because it is the last hour of their vacation and they need to drive several hours to get home,  a man coming at 7 p.m. …

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