Four Wheels

While the family Pelton was in Minnesota
the last two weeks of July,
we spent a few days at my mom's place
in western Wisconsin.

My step-dad has a four-wheeler.
Elena has always been terrified to ride it.
Until now.

Her Uncle Phil convinced her to get on and go
for a little ride
around the yard.

Her cousin Logan was helpful
in that regard, too.
Hopping on, bravely, in front of his daddy
for a tour of my mom's 4-Acre front yard.

He was brave
certainly she could be brave, too.

I managed to steal the
contraption from Phil
and steal a few precious moments
with my first-born.

I (obviously) cannot take credit for this photo
but it is one of my favorites.

In other child-related news,
the most recent fruit-of-my-womb
has
in one day
starting clapping
waving
and drinking from a cup.

Oh, and she ate from an apple.

It was feral, and wholly strange looking.
She was laying on the floor on her stomach
the apple in front of her.
But still, she did it.
And that,
afterall,
is what counts.

Cheers,
A

How To Make An American Quilt

Remember Cooper?

I remember Cooper.
And I never knew him.
Yet when I close my eyes I can see his face.
It truly is the strangest thing.

How do you miss someone you never knew?
How do you grieve for a life that was gone before you knew of its existence?

With great caution,
and courageous might.

I have been working on this blog post for nearly two  years.
I have never put in words what Cooper's life has done for me.
The hole his death has left in my heart.
I was always afraid that my grief
for the little boy I never knew
was somehow
misplaced.

Wrong.

Strange.

But I have realized the reason for such profound sorrow
and magnificent joy
when I think Cooper's name.

Lucinda.

She says I am her gift from Cooper.

Perhaps she is mine.

I think that her soul and mine

were sisters somehow.

In another time

and place.

And we were brought together again

in this life

by Lucinda's precious baby boy.

The boy with a devilish grin

and a halo of hair.

Like an angel.

I cannot think of Cooper without 

at once

crying and smiling.

I cannot imagine what the memory of him must do to his momma.
His daddy, too.

It seemed fitting that the first block I made
for the quilt Lucinda and I are making together
honor him.

His legacy.

His birds.

The middle of the block: 

an owl and a pussycat. 

Friends.

Not a care in the world.

(The owl was Athena's bird, by the way)

The main fabric in the block Lucinda made.
The owl and the pussycat.

Serendipity?
Fate?

Neither of us knows what the blocks the other is making
look like.

They are a surprise.

I have three more done.
I cannot blog them until I send them.

I am curious to see if there are more similarities in our block-making.

I cannot wait to see this quilt come together.
It will serve as a constant reminder
of the ties that bind.

How the hearts of friends
may be separated
by time
or distance
but will find a way
to each other.

I am so blessed to have met you, Lucinda.
I am thankful for you every day.

I hope that
when we finally
"meet"
that you don't think I'm a giant dork.

Oh wait, I AM a giant dork.

Cheers,
A

Fences

When I was a freshman in college

i took an English class.

As an assignment, we read the play Fences by August Wilson.

It was a book about neighbors.

About family.  The ties that bind.  And sometimes separate.

And it is also a play about race.

Struggle.

Greed.

Pride.

The other day I was checking the Status Updates on Facebook.

A friend of mine from high school

who is a current United States Marine

posted the story about the 10 christian medical workers

who were killed in Afghanistan by the Taliban.

Usually I just read the posts and move on.

But I noticed there were comments.

Curiosity got the better of me and I read further.

What I found was infuriating.

One man said, "Kill 'em all" in reference to Muslims.

Or possibly even Afghani people.

A woman then agreed.

Being the instigator that I am I could not sit idly by

I chimed in with the following:

Remember, we are fighting terrorists NOT Muslims.  There is nothing wrong with muslims as a cultre of people or as a religion.  There IS something wrong with radical terrorists.  We must always differentiate.

The response received was simply,

Funny, they all read the same book.

I was furious now.

Bigotry disguised as patriotism.  

I reminded this woman that Adolf Hitler read the Bible.

That he was a god-fearing Christian.

Somehow, that was okay, though.

Because he read the Bible in Germany.

The country of his birth.

Logically, I presume this woman thinks it is wrong for any 

American citizens to be Muslim.

Or Islamic.

Jihad, and the treachery that the Taliban carries out

is specifically spoken against in the Qu'ran.  

It is considered wrong in the eyes of Allah.

Just as Jesus declares judgement of others as wrong.

The news is reporting that there are talks of building a Mosque 

blocks from Ground Zero.

Call me crazy

but I am okay with this.

I think it will show Americans that 

it is not Muslims that we should take issue with.

It is not Allah.

or Mohammed.

It is not the book the Taliban reads

or the lord they worship

but the acts they engage in that are to be abhorred.

If we stand against a Mosque at Ground Zero

shouldn't we also stand against

church

in Poland?

Or Shinto temples in Hawaii?

We must be cognizant of the choices we make

and the manner in which we are required to stand by them

so as to be fair.

So as to be just.

Ayn Rand wrote a book

called Atlas Shrugged.

A central theme of that book was

to check one's premise.

Never has this been more true.

I am sorry for getting all political.

I know it's not "wise" in the blog world.

I apologize if I have offended any of my 7.6 readers.

But I could stay silent no longer.

Cheers,

A

Sunday Secrets

Elena is currently wearing a very fitted "Madonna 1987 World Tour" tee.
With a pink petticoat skirt.
And bright blue eyeshadow.
She exemplifies the 80's.
And I am so proud to be her momma.

I am in love with red wine.
I never in my life thought I would say that, but it's true.
I am Paul Giamatti from Sideways.

Joe Montana is currently playing a game of flag football
with Dawson Leary.
I am at once awed and disturbed.

I covered some serious ground on my
duvet cover quilt this weekend.
Enough to realize I don't have the materials to make it large enough
to cover my bed.

DRL and I went on a date on Friday night.
We saw Inception.
It was amazing. And confusing. And wonderful.

I need a good book to read.
Suggestions?
For lack of anything book-ish in my house
I am re-reading the Twilight saga.
I don't really want to.
All of our books are in storage at my mom's place in Wisconsin.

Stella is crawling.

I am glad I know how to cable.

I had a meeting with the bride of the first wedding
I am officially photographing.

We agreed on a fee.
And a time frame.

I can now afford to purchase the elusive 50mm 1.4 prime
the I've been lusting after for the better part
of a year.

I have almost finished a knitting project
for Rebecca's new baby.
I cannot finish it until s/he is born.
As the S/He part is important for the final details.

I got in a discussion on facebook last night
regarding bigotry.
And ignorance.
It made me angry.
And sad.
Let's just say that I don't think it is fair to discount an entire
group of people because of the actions of few.
And let's just say that not everyone is so
...
gracious.

I am sorry that I have been such a sporadic blogger.
I will try to be better.
Promise.

Now,
go read the REAL Sunday Secrets.

Cheers,
A

Far Far Away.

*Photo Courtesy of Heather Ross*

I just bought every single piece of this collection.
19 fabrics total, I believe.

I am going to engage in my first quilting bee
with my blog bff Luc.

It was inspired by a quilting bee/swap that my other bff Rebeccca
and her cousin are doing.

Lucinda and I decided to stick to one line of fabrics.

Given her advanced talent, Luc will be going first.
She is going to make two blocks
exactly the same
and then send one of them to me.

I will do the same,
and send one of my two blocks to her.

And so on and so forth
until we have enough blocks to assemble
an entire quilt.

(I don't even own A gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack.)

Sorry.
I get off topic sometimes.

I cannot wait.

And Luc, I apologize in advance
for my lackluster performance in the
block-making department.

But what I lack in skill
I make up in heart.

Cheers,
A

{h}ome.

We spent two weeks in Minnesota.
It was great to see my mom.
My family.
My dearest friends.

But I was surprised how ready
at the end of those two weeks
I was to get back to Texas.

To come home.

I was sad to leave my friends again.
And the cooler temperatures.

But I have come to realize that this is my home now.
Texas.
It is where I hang my proverbial hat.
Where my family is.
Therefore, where my heart is.

It is more than just the place I live.

Minnesconsin is where I come from.
Where I will always belong.

The home that I will find with my eyes closed.
Backwards.
Through heavy rain in the dead of night.

It is nice to belong here, too.
To feel comfortable in two spaces
simultaneously.

To fit.
Here.

I know I won't feel this way forever.
There will come a day when I won't be able to wait
to move back.
To the snow
the frigid temps
the amazing summers.

(okay. NOT the frigid temps. I will never miss those.)

I finally understand all the cliches
about home.

I am living them.
And I am not afraid to say it.

On another note...

I am getting ready for Longhorns football.
Really ready.
I might finally become a fan of college ball..

Cheers,
A