Category Archives: Slice of Life 2020

#SOL20: Unfortunately/ Fortunately


It is past the middle of October. October weather is fickle. Sometimes the first snow has fallen before Halloween. More often than not, the first “measurable snowfall” occurs much later.

This warning yesterday was not unexpected. Last week the ten day forecast showed snow . . .

for Thursday . . .

NOT for Monday.

This tweet also showed up in my weather alerts but I dismissed it. Not my problem. Not my part of the state. (Little did I know that it would be a part of my “What on Earth Should I Write About” slice today.)

A snow squall. We had just discussed this in a Twitter group last week when there were snow squalls in Canada. Words, meanings, and application.

Snow squall in Iowa on October 19, 2020. Ironic?

Straight across Iowa. Straight across I-80. The line typically between ice and snow.

The same line that the derecho followed in August. Every other month weather occurrences. Two months and nine days apart. Freaky!


North of me,

Knock on wood,

Not my part of the state.

An hour away.

Sigh of relief and thankfulness.

Weather changes . . . How do they impact adults? How do they impact students, families and communities? How do our reactions contribute to our own physical and mental security? How are we REALLY coping with all the stresses in our lives?

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#SOL20: Gifting

My purchase made, I was ready to exit the store. I sat on the bench at the front of the store and reflected on my purchases of yardage and fat quarters.

Pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere. I studied the wall hanging with 35 different pumpkins. And then I spotted this piece.

After six months of sewing, this piece is my sister. Green is her favorite and is seen in the color of her house. But the fall colors ARE my sister’s frequent choices.

The next fabric that caught my eye was this panel of pumpkins. The pattern matched in basic colors and themes.

With a possible front and back for a project, I was ready to commit to a hand-crafted gift. I had an idea about a possible fabric already in my stash but I did need one more piece. A quick survey of the store turned up this interesting stripe.

This rich stripe was the ultimate coup d’grace. And like that I was back in the checkout lane for a second purchase.

Process:  A second look, a “re-read” of the initial fabric display.                                               A purpose.                                                                                                                       A targeted audience.                                                                                                     A generated idea.                                                                                                           Background knowledge.                                                                                               Clear intentions/expectations.                                                                                     Time.

Just a few of the precursors of a craft endeavor.  Similar to the writing process. Also existing in many creative processes.                 

And last night I gifted my sister with this completed quilted table runner. You may note that the gold was not in my purchase as it was an earlier find for other similar projects.

And the reversible back side looks like this.


The design and construction went fairly quickly as I have completed over a dozen table runners.

The gift was completed three days early. On her birthday this Thursday, my sister and her daughter will celebrate. I appreciate that I could complete the construction of this gift on Sunday and Monday. In advance. And in a timely manner.

What processes do you honor? 

When do you attempt idea generation? 

How do you continue to learn? 

How do you “name” your work?

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#SOL20: Notorious RBG

Since Friday’s news, my reading and writing has been fueled by emotions: shock, rage, doubt, rants, and so much more . . .

So with zero idea of what to post for today’s slice, I sought inspiration in other slices and found that nugget in Reflections of the Teche. (Source: Margaret Simon’s post here)

Ruth Bader Ginsberg

the second woman

on the Supreme Court

a pioneering advocate for women’s rights

a cultural icon

… her image tattooed on arms; daughter dressed in R.B.G. costumes for Halloween; and “You Can’t Spell Truth Without Ruth”on bumper stickers and T-shirts.

“A model of female influence,


dignity and


as the embodiment of hope

for an empowered future.”

How will you honor the “Notorious RBG”?


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#SOL20: Life Lesson

“No, no, no,” I muttered to myself. (There may have been an “Oh, sh#t” mixed in.) I ONLY had two sides left to sew.

“How does a steam iron become a volcano spewing brown crud covering the entire length of my 24 inch piece of fabric . . . FORMERLY WHITE!”

“What on earth caused that?”

“I only had three.”

“Had” . . . already speaking in the past tense.

Already thinking of options. “Is it fixable? Replace with ???”

I’m deep into gift planning and sewing. Christmas will soon be here. I know. It’s not even “mid-September.” (I am one of those.) Before today, three items were complete. Three more waiting for trim, arriving soon via mail. Twelve more begun. Ready to assemble as or when time allows. Probably about 30 of those will be assembled in the next three months. A list. Organized by names and then by colors. Adult gifts.

Today was sewing time. New project. New Christmas idea. Iteration of previous projects. It began slowly.

Envisioning . . . One piece of fabric, measured, measured, measured, and then cut carefully into thirds. Daring in a simplistic design. Eking three out cautiously because it’s such a gorgeous fabric. Now ruined by a recalcitrant iron that decided to spew dark brown lava the entire length.


Allowed to dry.

Scrubbed again.


Reduced, but still visible.

“Maybe this will be my gift to myself. Maybe this will be mine. Who else will know? But (insert whiny voice), it’s not the color I want for myself!”

Back side

Less visible? Or just wishful thinking?

Front unfinished view

The day after. How BIG of a problem is this in the light of the next day?

Life resembles my sewing. Mistakes happen. Often only the “designer” or “constructor” knows when the plan or pattern deviates. Creativity is stretched to handle the adversity.

When have you had to “fix” a problem? Did you “downplay” the issue? Did anyone else even notice?

How we respond . . . How we recover . . . says much about our own character. Learning to “fix” mistakes. Learning not to give up. Learning to “try, try again”. No, not by choice; but out of necessity. Life continues. Another lesson learned.

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#SOL20: 5,844 days

I’ve been on a math kick for a few months.  I blame it on my work with quilting projects.  Mathing is important! Math plays a huge role in design, implementation, and binding a project.

It’s been 5,844 days

and I still miss him.

It’s also been 16 years if you are wondering about the significance of the number. So now for more than half of his life my son has not known his grandfather.  The man with whom he shares his dimples. Army man. Family man.

It’s been 5,844 days

and some memories are still tough

even after 5,844 days.

… Going to the funeral home with Mom and my brother to finalize arrangements. (Was there texting then? What were our dinosaur phones like?) I was praying that my younger sister would make it out of Hurricane Alley and get to Iowa for the funeral because she’s the “glue” among the siblings. Flights were cancelled. Her husband drove her and the baby four hours north in order to catch a flight home. Easy tasks included physically reading and proofing the funeral folder and making changes via a landline phone call because tech wasn’t quite a part of our lives yet.

… Taking his pacemaker from the funeral home to the county hospital . . . that action wasn’t so tough. But saying to the hospital receptionist, “This is the pacemaker that was in my dad. We were told that we needed to turn it in here.” That was tough.

… Being the lector at the funeral Mass. Looking out at the family was easy. A packed church over Labor Day weekend was a sign of respect for Dad. Reading through the tears that choked my words was tough.  I had choice in the verses and I deliberately chose short ones.

… My nephew, the band director, playing at the church and Taps at the cemetery. Finding his own group, rehearsing, and playing for the family. Tenacity. What a tough task we asked of him.

— My great nephew, days old, who kept us sane. “Pass the baby” is an escape from tasks one does not want to accept, a reminder of our own mortality, and an opportunity for a big family to celebrate. To celebrate the second great grandchild. The baby who screamed every time his diaper was changed. He was not happy with air on his bottom! The baby that the OB/Gyn said was going to be a girl. The baby that kept us sane!

5,844 days of missing him.

And yet,

5,846 days ago, my great nephew was born and two days later Dad was gone. The ultimate alpha and omega. So many changes since then. Many celebrations.  Some sorrows. Many days.

Many memories that run the gamut from one weekend in our lives.

What will be the memories that will linger in your mind from 2020?

How will you celebrate the happy times?

Where will you share your memories?

What will your writerly life reflect?

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#SOL20: Idea Generation

Where do ideas come from?

Today they began with the headlines:

13 middle school teachers in quarantine.

Phased-in hybrid model

Haze over Iowa is smoke from California wildfires.

Normal average temperature is 83 degrees. Current high 90s are well above the average.

Two cooling centers open because of the heat.

167 homes in Cedar Rapids still without electricity two weeks after the derecho.

What process?

Rehearsal. Monday night thinking of topics as the evening wears down.

Last night it was cheers of personal success as I considered the next seasonal six items completed and ready for quilting.  With a September first deadline in my head, I feel “ahead” of the game. Timelines matter in a process that involves design, execution (doing the work) cutting-sewing-trimming-ironing, redesign, assembling the layers, quilting, binding, and celebrating.

An idea not fully completed was discarded because

these images from last week linger in my mind . . .

As they stare directly at me

Daring me to move

Even a muscle

Will make that tail flip up

Exposing its whiteness

Then disappearing

Into the timber.

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A buck and a doe near the driveway


Paying attention to their surroundings

Observant. Responsive. Ever vigilant.

What will you pay attention to today?

What ideas or images will linger in your mind? 

How will you honor a variety of “processes”?

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#SOL20: Fruit or Vegetable

A row of plants. Alternating metal cages. Sprawling green masses of leaves, stems and stalks interspersed with red. Another row. Another row. As far as the eye could see. More than 100 plants in all.

Fruit? Vegetable?

Easily canned.

Lifeblood as juice, sauce, salsa or sliced fresh from the garden.

I remember the summer that the “crop” ripened just as school opened. Day job school.

Night job. Creating recipes. No internet searching. Trial and error. Daily collecting and sorting. Ripe? Ready? Final product?

And then the Process. Remove peels by scalding. Cook. Add ingredients. Hot water processing in the galvanized blue canner with a rack to secure the jars. Steam filling the kitchen. Jars lined up on the canner. The popping as the lids sealed.

Gifts from the garden: pasta sauce, salsa and more.

Is it a fruit? Is it a vegetable?

An answer from botanists . . .

New learning?

Anything that is a root, stem or leaf of a plant qualifies as a vegetable.

Tomatoes . . .

Does it matter whether they are fruits or vegetables? How specific do you need to be?

The best tomatoes (“tomahtoes” or“tomaytoes”) are the ones grown in your garden!

Growing advice? Link

Jars to wash. Tomatoes to process.Time to work! Off I go!

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Today’s bounty: 19 pints and 3 quarts of medium salsa

#SOL20: Let It Go!


Rumors abound.

Topics include:




Bail outs

Finger pointing


To Keep Your Sanity when all about you seems beyond the pale:

  1. Consider the source:  Is it reliable? Trustworthy? Truthful?
  2. Consider the proximity:  Does it impact you?
  3. Consider the emotional load:  Is the exploration going to cause stress and possible harm?
  4. Consider the immediacy:  Can I wait until a pattern emerges?

Set your own threshold.  How many “nos” do you need for the questions above in order to step away and

. . . LET IT GO!

What are your criteria for letting it go?

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#SOL20: Harvest Celebrations

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Harvest:  what do you celebrate?

  • Is it the season?
  • The produce?
  • The process?
  • The product?

What does harvest mean to you?

Sit with your definition for a minute.  Pause.  Reflect.

Harvest: (n.)

the process or period of gathering in crops.
“helping with the harvest”   (Oxford Dictionary)
My summer sewing harvest the last four months has been bountiful:
A dinosaur glow in the dark quilt
6 “Bunny” wall hangings
6 soup bowl cozies
4 Fourth of July table runners
An assist with a quilt for a graduate
2 sets of pajamas
20 different items.
2 for me.
Is it the envisioning?
Is it the design?
Is it the construction?
Is it the gift giving?
Today’s harvest
corn on the cob,
pickled beets,
bread and butter pickles.
No waiting.
Ready to eat
Fresh from the garden
And from the Farmer’s Market!
Not a “FALL” harvest;
A JULY harvest! 
A concrete harvest.
A purposeful harvest.

But is there more?

Also today . .  .
I noticed . . .
The lowering of the TBR stack
The conversations about blog posts
The list of books read
The list of blogs written
My reading notebook
My writing notebook
   . . . And the ideas swirling in my head!
A plethora of reading and writing accomplished . . .
As well as a list yet to come.

What does your harvest look like? 

What will you celebrate? 

How and when will you celebrate?

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#SOL20: Tempo

Music Theory. Ear Training.  As a band member I was so interested in processes. Real world action? Study music. Learn the basic language. 64 scales later. Each labeled. Technical adequacy?  Fun? Boring? What has “stuck” decades later?

The vocabulary . . .

The choices . . .

The freedom . . .



To Do List

Daily reading and writing

Zoom meetings

Savoring Slice of Life posts

Ten minute calendar warning

Clocks with the dreaded “PF”


A leisurely walk

Rereading text before a chat

Browsing for an entertaining read

Music surrounding

Background noise . . . white noise

Savoring morning coffee

Burning my tongue while gulping “too hot” coffee

What is your tempo?


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When does it vary?  

What impacts your tempo? 

What connections can you make to your life?

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