Dear Faithful Blog Readers, I am always amazed each day as I see how many International Readers I have. It's so humbling to think that a person has the ability to connect to so many far away places. I thank you all for taking the time to visit my tiny little world. Which brings me to my (somewhat selfish) request. My CAPRA and the MAGICAL GOAT BLANKET is nearing an 'end' so that I might have it pieced together and sewn by Yule. If you haven't yet sent me just a wee scrap (envelope size is fine) then I really wish might consider it. The energy from this blanket project has been simply magical. Info is below. The deadline is October 1. My humble thanks, ~Mimi
DANCING CAPRA for YULE!
Have you sent your piece of fabric for the CAPRA AND THE MAGICAL GOAT BLANKET PROJECT yet?
Deadline is October 1st.
I have had SO many fabulous pieces sent from near and far.
To date, the farthest away has been Istanbul! Imagine!
It's truly amazing the energy this project has generated.
I look forward to seeing Darla in this most wondrous of folk blankets.
The link below will get you the project info but all pieces sent in have been photographed and posted on the Goat Borrower blog.
Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day-September 19-Please comply.
From Chumbucket: It's the "International Talk Like a Pirate Day Drunken Sailor Sing-Along a Go Go!" – edited by Mad Sally and featuring more than 30 separate clips of more than 50 pirates, four rubber chickens, Pandaboy, a Pulitzer Prize winning columnist and a beer swillin' pig. They come from all over the U.S. – from the Virgin Islands to Seattle, from Los Angeles to upstate New York, with stops all over the country and more than a few surprises! The entire crew of The Pirate Guys LLC – Ol' Chumbucket and Slappy, Mad Sally and a version of Jezebel the Web Wench are all represented. There are professional singers (thank Neptune!) and enthusiastic amateurs, all havin' grand fun with one of the best-known, best-loved sea songs of all time.
I just had occasion to comment on my Facebook: "Yeah. Not a lot of call for dancing bunny ballerina pirate vests." lol
It made me smile.
And I could use a good smile today. Me Mum, who is 100 (I was adopted late-I'll leave ye to the math) took a turn these past two days and well......you can figure what we thought was coming. But it didn't. And she rallied. And she may be 100 but she's still me Mum. And losing yer Mum hurts. No matter.
So, that gave me occasion to post on me dear mate Cap'n Slappy's Facebook: "I can't believe I've got to go to ANOTHER hospital and register as a pirate so they won't give Nana Daisy Rose (me Mum) the old dementia stink eye whence she starts telling the nurses her daughter is a pirate and *&^% you tell me any different."
Of course at the last hospital several years ago no one believed her.
It caused a ruckus.
That's putting it mildly.
You don't know me Mum.
Funny how we judge our elderly, eh? I happened to come to visit one day while she was in the bathroom with a nurse and the conversation was a riot. Except it wasn't when I realized that they had her pegged for loony tunes. Which she can be sometimes....just not about that.
Her daughter IS a pirate. Pirates DO come to her home. I DO sail on a real pirate ship. And she, herself, has dressed as a pirate on more than one occasion. And she likes it.
Now this revelation forced me to swagger on down to the nurses station and have them write in red ink-underlined thrice on her chart-Daughter IS a pirate!"
Which I did again today.
The nurse thanked me. Me tattoo (Pirate Girl) eases the way for them a bit.) ;)
Now, how does this relate to: Dancing bunny ballerina pirate vest you ask? Well, I'll tell you.
After I commented to Slappy, he commented to me: "Aye! And I think to add to the confusion - ye register as a pirate dressed as a ballerina. (But talking like a pirate.) And when they finally recognize yer pirattitude ... twirl, leap and flutter away yelling, "THIS DOESN'T MEAN NOTHIN'! I'M STILL A PIRATE!"
So, yeah. That's how that happened. But wait! There's more!
It just so happens that I own a dancing bunny ballerina pirate vest.
I use it in my Pirates of CHAOS Bookeneer reading program. You know: "We've got library carrrrrds and we know how t' use 'em!" (premise being we don't need to read about pirates-we already know about pirates-but each of us has something secret they want to learn-Cap'n Foxmorton's secret wish is to be a ballerina and the library provides us with the treasure of words.)
And so because, as my lovely daughter points out, everything comes full circle, here it is.
And it was a funny way to get there.
I know not what the next hours, days, weeks, perhaps even months (or years?) will bring but I do know that me Mum ranks right up there with the strongest and bravest of pirates. Always has. All her life. And when the day comes that she decides to weigh anchor and sail on her own to Mingulay I'll stand on the shore with me tankard raised and bid her a hearty Yo-ho! And, in spite of me tears, I'll smile.
"In a beautiful blue lagoon on a clear day, a fine sailing ship spreads its brilliant white canvas in a fresh morning breeze sails out to the open sea.
We watch her glide away magnificently through the deep blue and gradually see her grow smaller and smaller as she nears the horizon.
Finally, where the sea and sky meet, she slips silently from sight; and someone near me says, 'There, she is gone!'
Gone where? Gone from sight, that is all.
She is still as large in mast and hull and sail, still just as able to bear her load. And we can be sure that, just as we say, 'There, she is gone!' another says, 'There, she comes!!!' "