tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364989132024-03-07T08:52:16.162-05:00Write? I amRandom thoughts about writing Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.comBlogger874125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-4458767579790732982020-01-04T21:32:00.000-05:002020-01-04T21:38:59.989-05:00Not a New Year postGreetings, my friends<br />
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2019 kicked my ass to the curb. However, I remain undaunted, and committed to writing. I've discovered that the best way to survive a crisis is write through it. Some people consider that akin to burying one's head in the sand. I considered it self-care.<br />
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It doesn't always amount to a story or novel but self-care writing allows me the time to process and consider my options regarding said crisis. It occasionally also results in a well turned phrase or a creative way to call someone a self-serving, inconsiderate, piece of flea dung festering inside the hindquarters of a flatulent camel.<br />
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Sometimes, nothing good comes of it but at least nothing bad does either. For example, we all know Necessity is the mother of invention. I've added Boredom is the father of invention. Which usually leads to Emergency is the paramedic of invention. It fits the sentence structure but loses something in translation. Apparently, the actual quote is "Necessity is the mother of invention, it is true but its father is creativity and knowledge the midwife." This quote is attributed to the computer scientist, Jonathan Schattke. The things you learn when you're making up your own phrases.<br />
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Typing for any amount of time makes my wrist swell and sing of its woes in a high-pitched squeal. I carry a notebook with me at all times - and a pencil because ink dries up if a pen is not often used. I found an app that scans pen to print. I still have to transcribe it eventually. Then I found <a href="https://otter.ai/" target="_blank">Otter</a>. It does an excellent job of transcribing vocal notes. I read back what I've written then insert it into the manuscript. That discovery led to a renewed zest for book two in the hockey series. Sometimes, it really is the simple things.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-90212788369610794752019-09-04T20:20:00.002-04:002019-09-04T20:21:35.418-04:00Spits and spurtsWelcome back!<br />
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I broke my wrist a few months ago and am still in physical therapy for it. All that spare time resulted in more than a few plotting problems working their way out of my head and onto the page. I've been filling up notebooks. Typing is still painful. I reserve the bulk of my energy for work.<br />
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I'm not sure if sitting down months ago to put words on the page would have resulted in strong solutions or if the writing would have led to a lot of false starts. It certainly felt like the latter when I was doing it.<br />
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I've always maintained that we are writers, regardless of word count. The most mundane of tasks can result in some productive writing days. Showering and driving have both been good spaces for me to figure out plot holes.<br />
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I did a lot of reading on my tablet in my convalescence. "They" tell us to read constantly; that it makes us stronger writers. I usually avoid my genre of choice while I'm writing it so that I don't accidentally mimic someone else's style or story. Because I thought I was never going to get back to writing ( I can catastrophize with the best of them) I pick up a couple of good hockey romances.<br />
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<a href="https://stephaniejulian.com/redtails-hockey-1" target="_blank">Stephanie Julian</a> writes hot, steamy hockey players. It's a wonder these men can excel at their sport when they're hot enough to melt the ice around them. Stephanie knows her hockey and it shows. I may have re-read The Brickwall, the first in her Redtails Hockey series, a couple of times.<br />
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I also spent some time getting to know the <a href="https://www.stingrayshockey.com/" target="_blank">South Carolina Stingrays</a>. My friends are season ticket holders and I usually catch an event when I visit. It seems disloyal to follow them more than my local team but I'm always working when our guys play. Thank the gods for the NHL and their long season.<br />
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To recap: writing is happening again. Thanks to my injury and subsequent physio, I have given my hero an epic injury that may, or may not, sideline his career forever. I'm writing with a lot more confidence. It's fun now that I've repaired the plot holes.<br />
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How are things with you?<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-16825375135735038712019-03-04T17:11:00.001-05:002019-03-04T17:11:42.350-05:00Two years laterSorry for the hiatus. Life has been challenging in the last couple of years. I'm hoping the blog will get me back to who and what I love - me writing.<br />
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We sold our house, packed it up and moved to a heritage mansion two blocks from the Niagara River. I can stand out on the porch and hear the roar of the Falls, a sound that has always soothed my soul, and one I've desperately needed.<br />
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Our first summer here was magnificent. Mom had a freedom and mobility on the half acre property that she never had in town. We had barbecues and bonfires, walks down to the river, and so much laughter. It was the happiest any of us had been in a long time. Everything was fun.<br />
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Then it ended. Mom fell and broke her leg, developed pneumonia, and died our first winter. That Christmas and the following few months are a blur. Dad and I take solace in the memories we made that year.<br />
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The following Spring, I registered for online courses through a nearby college to get another diploma. This one ensures I can be promoted when my coworker retires. As my boss suggested it, I feel good about it. The bonus is that it's making me better at the job I currently do.<br />
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That's about the time Ky started having trouble with dementia. He was fourteen and completely deaf. Casey and Finnegan did a great job of keeping him aware of his surroundings but whenever Ky got out of the yard, he usually strolled down to the Buddhist Temple down the street. I don't blame him. It is a remarkably calm place to be. We limped through the summer together. About two weeks after I lost a good friend in a tragic motorcycle accident, I had to let Ky go. My heart is still broken.<br />
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2018 sucked dead bears.<br />
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It's 2019 now. School is going well. We've all adjusted to our new dynamic with giant holes where Mom and Ky should be. We miss them terribly but Mom would definitely kick our asses for wallowing too long. She visits us in our dreams a lot. Sometimes she has Ky with her.<br />
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My goal is to get back to writing. I have two assignments due on Monday. There is no reason (other than a crippling lack of faith in my own abilities) that I can't write for an hour every day. I promised my critique partners I would have something to share with them by the end of this week.<br />
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I figure between them and this blog, the need for accountability will keep my nose to the grindstone, no matter how painful that idiom sounds.<br />
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See you soon -ish.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-49671928813644543932017-04-09T14:38:00.001-04:002017-04-09T14:38:09.178-04:00LanguageApparently, Canadians say certain words with a funny accent. It's disconcerting to tell a story and lose the train of thought because everyone is doubled over laughing at your word choices. It was all in good fun with no maliciousness but it did make me hyper-conscious of words.<br />
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As a result, I took my time speaking and worked around trigger words (out, about, neighbour and colour even though the u is silent in the latter two). My awareness expanded. I realized how lazy we've become in our speech. We rely on the same group of words and patterns in our everyday speech. Text speak has invaded our vocalizations. I embarrassed to admit I actually said LOL instead of laughing the one day.<br />
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Language is fluid. It grows, changes and corrects course all the time. Even churches are moving away from Latin in an effort to reach younger parishioners. It's natural to resist the changes if you're from an older generation and eager to embrace them if you're younger.<br />
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In the meantime,I'll take my Canadian accent outside to walk about the neighbourhood.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-28084907534653715542017-03-22T13:25:00.000-04:002017-03-22T13:25:15.421-04:00DAV rain bootsI bought my original pair of <a href="http://davrain.com/" target="_blank">DAV rain boots</a> in 2014. I wear them Autumn, Winter and Spring pretty much exclusively. They owe me NOTHING! I love them I have the <a href="https://davrain.com/products/women-fashion-waterproof-dav-rain-boot-bristol-solid-black?variant=794547349" target="_blank">Bristol solid black</a> but there are so many cute, practical, styles from which to choose. Go shop. They are comfortable, fun and versatile.<br />
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Their customer service is beyond excellent. I mentioned on a Facebook forum that mine leaked. I received an email and credit from the co-founder of the company for a replacement pair. They have never heard of Bristol boots leaking.Considering how hard I am on footwear, I'm surprised they lasted three years!<br />
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Plus, they look great with a pair of tights and a tunic.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-77627470401622995422017-03-05T08:00:00.000-05:002017-03-22T13:22:36.210-04:00Sunday photo prompt <br />
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Instinct took over the instant the glass slammed on to the table with enough force to dispel the olive from the martini.<br />
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"Run Henry, run!" Sylvie grabbed her younger brother and half dragged him out the front door.<br />
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"No." He resisted her efforts and dug in his heels.<br />
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Their father lumbered to his feet and beat them to the porch edge. "Wait!!"<br />
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"Sylvie!" Both of the males in her life impeded her flight.<br />
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Henry slipped around in front of her to restrain her with two hands on her arms. "It's okay, Sylvie."<br />
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She shook her head. It wasn't okay. It would never be okay. The rancid scent of fear filled her nostrils<br />
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"Sylvie." Her father settled his weight on the top step, effectively blocking her path. Henry enfolded her in his arms and slowly lowered the two of them to the porch floor. "It's okay."<br />
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Feeling and sense slowly returned to her limbs as Henry gently stroked her hair and whispered assurances.<br />
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"She's gone." Her father placed a tentative hand upon Sylvie's foot. The familiar gesture cut across the terror and years. "She can't hurt any of us now."<br />
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Sylvie shivered then exhaled a long breath.<br />
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"That's my girl." Her dad offered a bittersweet smile.<br />
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"How long did it last this time?" She shoved her hand through her hair, amazed as always to see white streaks in the long blonde strands.<br />
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Henry smoothed his hands down her arms then set her away from him. "Just a minute. Dad knocked his glass to the floor. Ice cubes went everywhere and you bolted."<br />
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Her father patted her foot. "No one got hurt."<br />
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She searched her brother's gaze for any contradiction. "Dad's right. No one got hurt. You shut down right away."<br />
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Sylvie shuddered. It had been years, decades really, since she'd withdrawn so deep into a memory. Therapy and a wide variety of coping mechanisms made all the difference.<br />
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But the sound of smashing glass never failed to strike her numb with terror.<br />
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She traced the ropy scars on Henry's forearm and hands. Her kind, gentle brother was the bravest man she'd ever known. The first time she'd lost herself in the rush of traumatic memories she'd knocked over a candle and set her dress on fire.<br />
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Henry had reached into the flames and saved her.<br />
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As he'd continued to save her from danger, both real and remembered, ever since.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-88627548008939539182017-02-23T22:53:00.000-05:002017-02-23T22:53:04.121-05:00AttitudeA friend called me for animal advice this morning. I have a lot of contacts in health, behaviour and rescue. Over the course of the conversation, she commented on my ability to find the good in any situation.<br />
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That's how I cope. I find the silver linings in clouds. That can be as simple as the unusual shape or colour of the cloud. I'm not immune to the fact that there's a severe thunderstorm raging all around me. Instead, I focus on the safety of our shelter, the electric charge in the air, the way people gather together to share resources.<br />
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I've felt unbearably sad today for no discernable reason. The weather was sunny and warm so I played outside with the dogs. I finished reading a good book out in the fresh air. I drove with the car windows down.<br />
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And I helped my friend brainstorm a solution to her animal problem.<br />
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At the end of the day, helping someone else is a good way to help yourself.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-63623628647682863912017-02-22T23:06:00.000-05:002017-02-22T23:06:03.111-05:00RoutinesReal Life has been kicking ass and taking names, leaving me exhausted. The constantly changing weather hasn't helped but every single day at least One Good Thing happens regardless of whether I post it or not.<br />
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I'm finally back in the routine of writing.I genuinely like both of my main characters and enjoy getting to know them. As a bonus, I watch a lot of hockey - for research purposes. Okay, truth be told, I already watch three or four games a week but now I watch teams and broadcasts other than my team.<br />
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Life is good. Lots of changes in this household but they are all improvements. No, the toaster oven wasn't broken. I checked the wrong plug. But the new toaster oven was on sale. It also toasts a lot faster and more efficiently than the old appliance. Our smoke detectors work.<br />
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I've got a lot of creative project irons in the fire. They make me happy.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-53783739606534515872017-02-18T22:38:00.000-05:002017-02-20T11:12:27.096-05:00NiecesMiddle Niece won four golds, one silver, one bronze and Most Creative at her gymnastics competition in the morning. Her younger sister was the only one in her group at Cheer to perform a back flip without a spotter. We went for dinner afterward with these two increase, poised young ladies. It was wonderful to watch them go from performance personal back into two under-ten year old who giggle over food and tell silly jokes with no clear punchline.<br />
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Still, it was interesting to glimpse their futures - Olympics 2024. We're all saving up for that.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-59202251817612427512017-02-16T23:02:00.000-05:002017-02-16T23:02:58.001-05:00WarmthCozy blankets, hot tea, puppy on my feet<br />
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Stress-cleaning, not eating, strange switch from the past.<br />
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Reading, writing, reading some more<br />
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Nothing exciting to see here as I work through some life stuff. Simple pleasures can make the difference between sanity and barking mad.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-83972023675235857392017-02-12T21:19:00.000-05:002017-02-12T21:19:55.695-05:00DinnerMy friend and I go out to the Jordan House for buffalo cauliflower. But it was snowing and freezing rain today so instead of going out, I made my own from <a href="http://www.spendwithpennies.com/oven-baked-buffalo-cauliflower/" target="_blank">this recipe</a>.<br />
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Delicious!<br />
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We finished it off with frozen bananas mixed with <a href="https://www.somachocolate.com/" target="_blank">fine cocoa</a> and walnuts.<br />
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The weather sidelined a lot of my plans for the day but it all turned out well.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-8573241870620307322017-02-10T21:35:00.000-05:002017-02-10T21:35:47.169-05:00Young 'unsMy DNe's friend told me that he likes to spend time with me, that I always help him relax. That was sweet. He has high anxiety.<br />
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I spent time with my pregnant friend today. It's her first. I think she's going to go early. The baby really dropped since last week. I better finish up the shark blanket - that I haven't even started.<br />
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Puppies playing in the snow always make me smile. Technically, none of our three are puppies any more you'd never know that to watch them race like cartoon characters around the cold, white yard.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-87200299056217557212017-02-09T23:26:00.001-05:002017-02-09T23:26:22.625-05:00Lots of good thingsToday's good things include fair trade dark chocolate, projects that distract me in a positive way, vegan doughnuts and the joy on my coworkers faces when I shared that box of deliciousness.<br />
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My TBR pile grew by three books this evening. I love opening the shipments of new books at work. They smell like comfort, adventure, knowledge and hope.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-32162084500059742652017-02-08T20:25:00.000-05:002017-02-08T20:25:49.623-05:00Stress reducing The last three days have been over-the-top stressful. Every day, I've found something good to help me remember that "this too shall pass" .<br />
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I'm most proud of how I've moved away from stress eating. Vegetables first has been the mantra that fills me before I reach for cookies or chips. I need to be healthier and that's starting to stick.<br />
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Threading my fingers through Ky's fur grounds me. Today, I left an angry, non-productive interaction and took the dogs for a drive. We got out and walked alongside the Niagara River. The rush of water over the Falls rarely fails to put things into perspective.<br />
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Finn saw ducks and geese and nearly lost his puppy mind. That seemed to amuse Ky.<br />
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We stopped at my favourite tree by an old stone fence. The garbage scow still rests where it ran aground 90 years ago.<br />
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There's new graffiti since my last visit over a month ago. I took it to heart.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-49113737757056294122017-02-05T19:02:00.000-05:002017-02-05T19:02:41.321-05:00Could be worseInstead of stress eating today, I did some cleaning and organizing. That's a win on several levels.<br />
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It did lead to the question, is my thing for notebooks out of control. These were just the ones I found in one drawer.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-70002537853978878172017-02-04T23:25:00.000-05:002017-02-04T23:25:26.589-05:00CraftsI went to one friend's house to help her embroider a chair cushion. I had clearly misunderstood. She needed help recovering the chair cushions. That was good as I had no idea how I was supposed to embroider leather. We pieced and pinned everything together. Another friend is going to do the sewing as it will much faster with her machine that with my hand sewing. The bonus was the time spent with two friends do instead of one.<br />
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I'm also going to learn how to use the sewing machine that lives in the front closet. I might also look for my great-grandmother 's small machine. I carted it around for years from one house to the next thinking it was my grandpa's old typewriter.<br />
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I adjusted a graph pattern yesterday so that the reindeer is now a moose. I can knit that now. It will fit my friend's granddaughter next fall/winter.<br />
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The puppy and parrot played tag last night. I laughed til I cried.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-3034942939062474532017-02-01T23:26:00.000-05:002017-02-01T23:29:25.221-05:00Community I wrote the following on Facebook yesterday.<br />
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<i>My home is sanctuary for any and all who need it. I was raised by both of my parents to give everyone a chance. Race, creed, color and gender were not to be used as determining factors but rather a person should be taken on face value and, at most, measured by their actions. Never judged. We always shared whatever we had with those who had less. We invited strangers into our homes to share meals and holidays. We were encouraged to work in our communities in ways that made life better for all. Of course, we're not paragons of perfection. We all have biases. It is important to see past that to the value each life has.</i><br />
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<i>Historically, Canadians are peacekeepers. I cherish that role. It took me to Germany where there were constant reminders of desperate people believing the disguise evil quickly shed. I grew up hearing first hand accounts of the war, and how it affected ordinary people.</i><br />
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<i>I was five years old when we moved there and what I learned dug deep into my soul and grew roots. I knew and loved individuals, families and businesses. The war wasn't some dusty dry recitation in class about evil people. Most of those I loved had been Nazis, or silent. They kept their heads down and tried to survive. Their shame and regret were palpable. But history could not be altered no matter how much anyone tried to rewrite it.</i><br />
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<i>My home is a sanctuary. I welcome all who are in need. I always have. I always will. I'm not blind to hate, not blind to fear. I've experienced both from opposite perspectives. </i><br />
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<i>Love trumps hate. Canada has her problems. We will never all agree on the best way to meet common needs for security, for shelter, for equality, justice or business. But if we continue to deny fear and hatred, we have a shot not only of surviving but thriving.</i><br />
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Today I went to our local mosque to offer support and to learn more about being Muslim as they opened their doors to celebrate #WorldHijabDay. It was an incredible experience. My niece and I were shown different styles for wrapping the scarf and each gifted with our own. We had our hands dyed with henna. The Iman spoke about everyone being free to choose whether to cover their heads, necks and shoulders - or not. He took questions from the curious and answered with a great deal of openness and honesty. We had a tour of the mosque then sat as a group in the women's prayer room and learned more about Islam. The five pillars of faith are remarkably similar to Christianity.<br />
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In one of those nice tricks of synchronicity that I so adore, I tripped over this shirt at the bazaar.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-27871287377709881682017-01-31T23:06:00.000-05:002017-01-31T23:06:08.331-05:00HappyThis face<br />
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And this face<br />
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Unfortunately, I've yet to catch Finn and Amidala beak to snout on camera.<br />
<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-71634541031048166902017-01-29T22:28:00.000-05:002017-01-29T22:28:40.200-05:00Optimism So many great conversations today with people on Facebook, Twitter, texts, phone and in person reminded me how connected and caring most people are to exchange other. We are not doomed.<br />
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The other day, a friend asked me if there were any non-sugar treats I would consider comfort food. Nope. Then I went shopping today while hungry. I was looking for a high protein snack and saw the nut aisle. Pecans. Pecans are a great food. They're high in protein and I associate them with a dear friend who provides me with sanctuary in which to write every year.<br />
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One more good thing - I listened. Someone struggling with some big life issues didn't need my advice or opinion. They simply needed to be heard. It made a huge difference to them.<br />
<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-86994956345553036742017-01-28T23:50:00.000-05:002017-01-28T23:50:49.928-05:00Portable standing desk Work was crazy busy, the world took a collective step back in shock then hundred of thousands rushed forward to defend the persecuted. My faith in humanities rewarded today. There are who love and trust than those who do not.<br />
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In much smaller, less significant news, I transformed this<br />
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Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-13037112555591043922017-01-27T14:51:00.000-05:002017-01-27T14:56:08.959-05:00Julia's catJulia ignored the doorbell. She needed to focus up the paint on the tabletop before the paw prints set.<br />
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When the cat had first jumped atop the table she was upcyclinging it with bright red paint, Julia had laughed. Until the bloody cat leapt off the table onto her grandmother's antique buffet then across the ancient damask settee, leaving bright red paw prints in his wake.<br />
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She swathed the brush across the surface, evening out her strokes for a smooth finish.<br />
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The doorbell gave way to a rapid tattoo of fists against the front door. "Mrs. James!"<br />
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"Oh, for fucks sake." Clasping the cat to her chest, Julia set the paint brush on the lid of the can then strode down the hall.<br />
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She wrenched open the front door. "What?"<br />
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The neighbor gasped. "Are you alright? I heard screaming. You're covered in blood."<br />
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Julia looked at herself in the mirror hanging in her front hall. Splatters of red dotted her face and chest. Streaks dripped from her hands. "It's just paint."<br />
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She adjusted the weight of the cat against her midsection. He'd finally stopped cater walling.<br />
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The neighbor looked down. "I heard screams."<br />
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"I yelled at the cat when he ran across the table top." Julia moved to close the door.<br />
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The neighbor stepped into the doorway before Julia could shut her out. "But the cat -"<br />
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"He won't do it again."<br />
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"I can see that. Let me take him from you." The neighbor gently extracted the cat's still warm body from Julia's grasp.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-71051891533722050522017-01-26T22:56:00.000-05:002017-01-26T22:56:05.211-05:00Memories I lost a photo that means a great deal to me. A friend of mine took it in Scotland many years ago. We later discovered that was less than five miles from where my great-grandmother was born.<br />
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Looking at it reminds me of my own trip to the farm down the road as well as trying to recreate the photo when I stood in the same spot. I can smell the dew on the thistle, feel the early morning mist on my skin and remember the sense of being watched from behind the ferns. It also reminds me of the first time I met my friend. It stars a lot of emotions. I moved the photo when I switched the living room arrangement.<br />
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I sorted through, cleaned and decluttered the living room in the search. My friend is gone now so the photo is irreplaceable. I'm not sure what the photo was doing down by the spinning wheel but it's now hanging on the living room wall. In the process, I organized my home.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-28375143383827659842017-01-25T21:40:00.000-05:002017-01-25T21:40:49.670-05:00WritingBrainstorming plot points with good friends who are also writer always puts a smile on my face. It's a great deal of fun when we get together. It turns out I had a strong conflict, I simply needed to clarify my thought process. Phew!<br />
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I figured out how to make a portable standing desk. I don't mind writing longhand in a notebook but at some point it needs to be input to the computer.<br />
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It was a good day from a writing standpoint.Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-25459581120668712412017-01-23T22:25:00.000-05:002017-01-23T22:25:22.299-05:00Baby dayMy day started with a fantastic dream. All the excitement I felt in the dream translated to an adrenaline rush that actuality woke me. It took a long time to get my heart rate under control. It was a portent of opportunity.<br />
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After work, I spent time with my friend who is pregnant with her first child. We bought stuff for the baby room and returned multiples of gifts she received at her baby shower. Man, there's a lot of stuff required for newborns. The cool mist humidifier shaped like an owl is on my friends list. I prefer the Darth Vader one.<br />
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I came home to another newborn. A young friend became a first time father this week. He brought his baby girl by so we could meet her. She's Beautiful, of course. He loves being a dad. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy.<br />
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Imagine seeing the world with fresh eyes. Everything is a wonder. And their little worlds are filled with love.<br />
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<br />Keziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-24938558522889140382017-01-22T20:25:00.000-05:002017-01-22T20:25:44.346-05:00Little thingsMy goal today was to stay in my pajamas all day and read.<br />
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