PIRATES for AUTISM AWARENESS! Plus, we'll probably bring the goat.

GO, TEAM PIRATE for Autism Awareness
Join us and WALK LIKE A PIRATE to raise Autism Awareness!



SATURDAY APRIL 30, 2011

5th ANNUAL AUTISM AWARENESS WALK


sponsored by the Oswego County Autism Task Force

at Leighton School & Wilber Field & Track

Oswego, NY 13126


The event will run from 11am to 2pm


*If you are unable to walk the track please don your FUN & HAPPY pirate garb....bring a deck chair and cheer us on!


*Pirates- We respectfully request that pirate garb be fun, happy & kid-friendly.

ABSOLUTELY NO WEAPONS-NO ALCOHOL

Please, NO doubloons to be given out.

Beads ok.

Thank you.


*Participate in the 3 mile walk on Wilber Track


*Learn more about Autism and resources in and near Oswego County


*Enjoy refreshments


*Let the kids engage in face painting, jump and play in the AIR HOP inflatable house and slide.


*Enjoy balloon animals, dance shows, bubble play and more!


*Win door prizes.




*Show your support for local kids and families affected by the Autism Spectrum Disorder.


Call 349-3510 or email us at oswegoautism@yahoo.com


Any PIRATE ONLY questions contact Foxmorton at cclancy@townofclay.org


Bring a dish to pass pirate family BBQ following.

Alcohol free.

Contact Foxmorton for specific details.

Walkers Only!


Hope to see you there!



PIRATES OF CHAOS:

DOING THEIR PART TO RAISE AWARENESS!

TREASURE YER ENVIRONMENT

YE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT CLEAN WATER......

THINK ABOUT IT......

PICK UP YER TRASH.....


KEEP THE WATERWAYS CLEAN FOR THE NIPPERKINS.....

YE NEVER KNOW WHAT TREASURE YE'LL FIND....

PICK UP YER TRASH......

IT WON'T KILL YE

OR WE'LL MAKE YE WALK THE PLANK!

HAPPY EARTH DAY

TREASURE YER ENVIRONMENT

QUIXOTIC TREASURE

Ok, there is a much deeper significance to this treasure find than you could possibly imagine.

On April first of this year I was having my monthly Sacred Space Gypsy luncheon with my kindred friend Ron when the topic of Don Quixote came up. (it may have sprang from a discussion on donkeys though I don't quite remember)

At any rate, one of us threw out the question: What was the name of Don Quixote's imagined lover?

Brain Freeze.

For the life of us we could not recall it. Frustrating, eh?

So, we started asking everyone that walked by our table.
And they didn't know either. But, with one huge, shattering (to us) difference: No one....and we do mean no one knew who Don Quixote was.

It started when we asked our waitress if she knew who Don Quixote's girlfriend was. And she replied: Is she here?

It was kind of sad that she wasn't because then we could have asked her her name but it went on in this vein until we realized that no one in the restaurant knew who DQ was. Sigh.

Now, we never expected they knew the intricacies, could quote chapter and verse or could track the epic journey from start to finish but it amazed us that not a soul could admit to knowing him at all. Not even the windmill part.

And trust me, we asked everyone.

Gypsy Ron henceforth declared every April 1st to be Don Quixote Awareness Day. And, as the Universe provides, last evening in the thrift store I unearthed the above booty. Seriously.

And still, no one knows who it is. (Though I will say "famous pirates" is a frequent guess.)

I'm a little sad that Don Quixote is being forgotten. And poor Sancho and his dear, old donkey. Without Quixote, who is to be our knight errant? Our quixotic lover? Our dreamer of dreams?

And if we have even one friend like Sancho to stand by us as we slay our dragons, one friend who, without fail, will support our madness, then we can be said to be truly blessed.

Don Quixote is the book I want to be buried with (Amy-it's on my dresser.)
as I'm sure there will be time to read in the afterlife. Or my afterlife, anyway. (Egad. I hope I don't end up in the non-reading section.)

At any rate, I wonder who it is who thought to carve my Don and Sancho so carefully and painstakingly from wood? I'd like to thank them. And Cervantes, too. It was his dream, afterall.

And, by the by, her name is Dulcinea.

Keep Dreaming the Impossible.
~Mimi
4/26/11

FOUND TREASURE

Today's piece of found treasure was discovered in the best of all ways: In a box by the side of the road labeled FREE!

I was driving through the country one day and there it was. Free.

I netted some other finery, unused lace, bows and old trim. A hurricane lamp, an ancient wooden magazine rack. But the vintage purse, little used, was a true find.

And I still can't help but wonder; who throws this stuff away?

Dolly, my doll to the left, was made by me from the found lace and trim.
One of my beloved characters, Violet Moorfields, a raving Bedlamite, carries her to explain her escape from the assylum.

While they continue to search Vioet for the cell key they are positive she must possess they uh, never quite find it...........

Hmm.

I can't imagine my life without junque and treasure and old things that other people have touched. I like to think that their energy makes me who I am.

~MF

TREASURE WASHED ASHORE

I am always amazed at what treasures wash ashore and am always intrigued as to why. So many, many perfect things come accidentally my way and I can't help but wonder how they were cut adrift.

I suppose I shouldn't complain. :)

The pictured dish is a favorite piece of mine. The pattern and colors call to me and it feels as smooth as a new bar of homemade soap.

The bottom marking says: Janine Solop, though so perfectly done that I can't tell if it's a factory mark or handmade.

But I don't look too deep or research too hard. I figure treasure was meant to be enjoyed.

Have YOU a piece of treasure to share?

PIRATES vs. COWBOYS

Ahoy Mates!


I'd like to be the first to step me bucket boot forward and put me two doubloons on the horizon line.

Aye. I've seen it coming. I've sensed it on the wind. I've tasted the first batches of it; raw and kinda dusty.

And Foxmorton is hardly ever wrong. (Well, except about men. And whether or not she's had too much to drink. And if you can potty train a goat or not. (you cannot by the way) Where to put apostrophe's. And most commonly when referring to herself in the third person.)

So here it is. And I'm not sure you're going to be able to stop it: Cowboys are the new pirates.

Yes.

You can p'shaw all you want. But it's coming sure as shit at the back end of a rodeo. Cowboy is going to be the new pirate.

It's subtle yet. Big, burly men bustin' angry bulls and drinkin' a cold one, always with that one unruly lock of hair. Giant ass pick up trucks driven by a man with forearms the size of milk cans and you just know he smells like sun dried linen, hard workin' sweat and just a touch of fresh manure. And then there's the way they love their dog.

The other day I saw one of these good ol' boys fall off his horse and lose his hat and, yep, there it was......the pirate head rag and a pony tail that said: Yank me hard.

It could happen, this overtaking. And then the debate would begin. And the Ninjas would be left out in the cold. I mean, seriously, Ninjas don't even have ponytails.

I have mixed emotions about the whole thing. On the one hand I think I'm gonna like being called ma'am though I'm a little worried about the catch phrase. You can't really get as good a range with yee-haw as you can with arrrrr.

So I'm warning you now. Before the hat market takes a turn. That way you won't be surprised and you can say: "Hey, Foxmorton said that was gonna happen."

And when it does just keep in mind: I'm your huckleberry.

~Foxmorton
2011