Sunday, August 30, 2009

A Magical Weekend!

This is the beautiful group of women I spent the last several days with! In the back row from the left are Liesel, Celeste, Kathe, Catherine. In the front, from the left are Rose, me, Penelope, Michelle and Ruth. We are so happy because we had a perfect weekend sharing, working on art journals and laughing A LOT! This was our first time doing something like this, and it was a smashing success.

Our cabin was big enough and well equipped, everyone had enough room to spread out and work in their various journals, there was plenty of food, everyone pitched in to help, the hot tub was great, and some creative breakthroughs were achieved by everyone.

Catherine had the idea and we managed to pull off such a successful weekend that we are planning another one for November, though not at Mt. Baker (where we went this weekend).

kelly rae has written about the power and just pure FUN of getting together with a bunch of like-minded women in her recent posts about the Love Bomb group she started, and I was envious, even knowing that I had this weekend coming up. I had no idea that the group of us would gel so well, as none of us really knew all of the other people in the group, but gel we did in the best possible way.

We asked a kind stranger at Half Moon Bakery in Maple Falls take this photo. We stopped there this morning to share with each other one last time all of the pages we created over the previous three days.

I will share more in the next few days, and check out Liesel's blog here this week, as she is planning to post about our weekend also.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


I uploaded what was in my camera yesterday, and thought I would share some randomness from my summer. I walked into our local market, and was amused by the offering inside the front door. One of the clerks saw me taking the picture, and asked why, and I pointed out the sign, which she also thought was funny. The next day the sign had been edited to read "mangos".

While I was in Portland, we ate out and managed to hit some great restaurants. This day we had breakfast at Bread and Ink on Hawthorne. It was fabulous, and I am looking forward to eating there again. There were many interesting shops, this was one. I love signage!
My favorite Chinese restaurant, and pure comfort food for me, The Canton Grill on 82nd. This restaurant is over 60 years old, in the original location, and my family has eaten here for my whole life. I always have the "number 3 dinner". Fried shrimp, pork fried rice and chicken chow mein. I love everything about it. No other fried rice or fried shrimp can touch theirs! I love the lanterns on the ceiling, the large laughing Buddha at the entrance whose belly I have rubbed forever, and all the happy memories of eating here with my family.
I took the train to Portland a couple of times. It is a very pleasant ride and the station is less than 5 minutes from where my father lives. My sister picked me up on one of my trips and said that the ceiling was like one she saw in a train station in Paris! More signage.

Tomorrow I am going on an art journaling retreat with 8 other fabulous women. We'll be at a cabin at Mt. Baker for 3 days, and I am looking forward to it very much. I haven't done much art since I got back from Santa Fe. I will have lots to report on when I return!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

My Mother, Helen Louise Thompson

My mother passed away on August 4, 2009. When I went to Portland over the Fourth of July weekend, I knew it was getting close, and the family, my siblings and I, descended on Portland to figure out a plan to help my mom and my dad transition through this time. I spent a lot of July in Portland, and hours on the phone with my sister and brothers.

Even though we all knew that mom was probably not going to make it through the year, none of us expected it to come so fast. Mom told us that she was ready--her vision was almost completely gone, and her body kept her from doing even the simplest things for her self. That was the hardest for her.

She told us, but none of us knew it would come so fast. I am glad for her, that she didn't linger or suffer, but losing our mom is the hardest thing I have ever experienced. I feel like I didn't adequately tell her goodbye, or how much I loved her. I hope that she knows, I think that she does.

The photo is from the memorial pamphlet we made. She is fishing in the high meadows of her Uncle Bert's ranch in the Rockies in Colorado. We spent part of every summer there in the 50's and early 60's with her sisters and brother and my cousins and our grandparents. I hope that she is having good times like that now in Heaven.

I love you, Mom!

(I don't know why blogger highlighted the first few lines of text, I can't seem to make it go away)