Canoes And Swans
January 22, 2004

As you enter a canoe, I sort of like the uncertainty of the boat. It sways. It
rocks. The ones I use are the old fashioned metal kind, so as the water slaps the sides, there is a tin-can sort of sound. Everything seems as if the canoe is bound and determined to throw you into the cold water, but then I reach the seat, I get situated, the sky is blue above, and I am not wet. Canoes. What a great invention.

We go as a family. My husband, the two girls, and me. There is the usual excited banter as we push off, the rocks scraping the bottom, everyone giggling. Then we get out into the middle of the waters, and a sort of reverence settles over us
like clouds on a mountain. A family in awe. Listening to the birds, oohing over fish below.

I like to reach into the water and grab turtles. No one wants to hold them but me because of their scratchy claws and mucky shells. I like how they feel so old. What do they know, these turtles? How many stories could they tell? My short reverie is interrupted with:

“Why do they pee on you when you pick them up. mommy?”

“Because they are scared,” I answer. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we peed on people when they picked us up?”

I get stares. “No…” they say. “No, mom, that wouldn’t be funny. And…we’d get in trouble!”

“You’re right, ” I say. “I am so silly.”

We glide on in the blue-ish/greenish waters. I can see far down to the bottom. I like how my husband and I get the paddles in rhythm. It ‘s fun to have him at the stern, kids in the middle, me in the back. We are a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We’re the bread, the kids are the center.

There are these two glorious swans; they are always together. I am told swans mate for life, like eagles and wolves. And sometimes…people. These swans are fearless, magical, elegant. They appear out of no where, effortlessly gliding to the side of the canoe, peeking in for hand outs. Sometimes we remember to bring bread; if we do, we’ve already given it all to the crazy ducks and mucky turtles. The funny things about swans is that you have no idea what they are thinking. Their expressions never change. They would make good therapists, I think. Or poker players.

So, today will be canoe day. After doing office work, talking on the phone, catching up on emails and DVD mailings, it’s nice to do a little nothing, as Winnie the Pooh might say.

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Excited
January 16, 2004

Recently, I went to speak at Baranoff Elementary as part of their Authors Workshop. I taught two creative writing classes to 9-12 year olds.

As I finished the second successful session, in which we ended the hour with
the kids’ original hit single, “The Poo-Poo Matter”, a woman approached me about writing children’s books. I told her I hadn’t had any published, but that it was definately a dream of mine. She told me she was a published children’s author, and that RADIATION MAN was a book. She has already contacted Holt Rinehart in New York, and they are eager to hear my songs and stories.

Let me just say this: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWAHOOOOOOOO!

If you could see me, you would know I am grinning a mile wide and jumping up and down. I can already envision RADIATION MAN as a pop-up or 3D book! Wouldn’t that be the cat’s meow and beyond?! And I can see my LEGEND OF THE RAINSTICK beautifully illustrated by Tomie de Paola…or Chris Babcock illustrating CANTALOUPE.

This enthusiastic woman, Dianna Aston, has a new book out called LOONY LITTLE.
It’s really beautiful and the story is based on a Chicken Little type theme, only Loony Little thinks the Polar Ice Cap is melting (which, as we all know, it REALLY IS!!) Check it out if you have kids and support her in her dream! Her site is:
http://www.DiannaAston.com

I will write more here in my journal once I know more. Or maybe I’ll just write more because I can. Or maybe I can turn a coffee can into an empty can and make ice cream. Or maybe a can-can is in order to celebrate the Martin Luther King man! What say you, gentle reader?

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