I have been writing, just not here.

This past July, I attended a NOAH conference in DC. NOAH stands for the National Organization for Albinism and Hypo-pigmentation. I have albinism and that condition has impacted my life in many ways since birth. Attending the conference brought up many memories and emotions about my life to date. Just preparing to attend started the process.

When I came home from the conference, I wrote for days and days. I poured out everything that was on my mind and created a diary of the conference, from my view. It's become a fairly large piece, a memoir. Every time I read it, I add more. It's so open and personal to me that I can't see publishing it in it's current form.

I don't tell you this to tease you. I do hope to some day incorporate some of that writing here.....just not yet. I just didn't want you to think I was a slacker.

But then I could tell you about the BIG vegetable garden I grew and put up this year. I could tell you about the tomatoes that wouldn't quit, a good problem to be sure. I'm still eating gobs of fresh greens, we are having a lovely fall.

More later. Thanks for reading.

Back by popular demand!

It was so nice to get comments from folks encouraging me to post "something!".....so here goes. It's a sad tale, and I'm not surprised that I start with a sad tale. I play guitar and sing and I've got one of the biggest "bummer" tune lists. But I sing them because the lyrics touch me, like singing the blues to deal with the blues. Or experiencing a near death experience that reminds you in a big way of the sweetness of life.

I commented on Beth's blog post of lovely pictures and words of a couple of doves. Her pictures inspired this memory. It is a sad story, you were warned.

I used to have a clothing shoppe at Scarborough Renaissance Faire in Texas, in the spring. Down the lane from my shop was a rose sellers shop. The rose seller had a cage with two doves in it. They were a mated pair, named Romeo and Juliet, bad idea those names.

Anyway, one fine faire day, there are thousands of patrons about the lanes, I’m doing business as usual when I hear a blood curdling scream. Seems a snake has made it’s was into the doves’ cage and is swallowing Romeo. The cage door was opened and Juliet escaped. Romeo oh Romeo, dead and gone.

For several days after, poor Juliet sat around in the trees and mourned, singing the saddest dove songs. She avoided capture, didn’t seem to be eating, she only sang her sad songs. One morning she threw herself on the ground in front of a bird killing cat who promptly put her out of her misery. Thus ends the tale of Romeo and Juliet.

So there is "something" and I plan to wander back here from time to time. And next time I won't copy and paste half the entry. :)