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Sep 22 2011

Happy memories of School Buses and Drivers…

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My most beautiful photo: Bus, plastic, wind, thistle.

“Art has to move you and design does not, unless it’s a good design for a bus.”

-David Hockney

I’m not sure how David Hockney meant this. But, I think the design of the yellow schoolbus is classic and timeless. It moves me everytime I see one. Here are a few reasons why…

All the memories…of…

…the brown leather seats with those upright backs.

…the boys not keeping their hands to themselves on field trips.

John Graves and John Charles Adams playing very hard finger twisting on bus tour of Miami Beach.

…the girls all sitting together in the back, pulling out all the cool stuff we were organized enough to bring on the bus for the trip. This began with strings for Jacob’s ladder…to Barbies and teen magazine…to makeup and saved school “notes.”

…the teacher, always a fun one with great tolerance like Mr. Nickels, sauntering back to check in that everything was reasonably under control. And not exerting his or hers before heading back to the front to hang with the driver.

…no bathroom.

…the incredible amount of time it seemed before we would get to a rest area as well as the incredible amount of time it took when we did stop.

…Indian Hills Junior High School’ers peering out of the window at our first transvestite encounter in Washington, D.C.

Miami, 12th and Ocean. Lacy and Paula front row, Jack and John safely across Ocean Drive.

Schoolbuses are good places for storage if you have a place for one in your yard.

So many people in rural America can find use for an old school bus.

They are built like an armored truck and seem to last many generations before losing their structure or color.

La Junta County Schoolbus.

They can be used to haul feed or store it.

Or, to organize stuff by category as in this picture.

Transmissions, I think...

And last, memories of my children and the schoolbus.

The Adams children were shepherded to and from the 28 miles from the XIT Ranch to Meade Grade School and Junior High on a school bus.

It was where they played with their neighbors after school, maybe did a little homework, heard really bad language from the other kid on the ranch, and heard tales of fun badness from Jimmy Johannsen.

Lacy laughed with her kind-of cousin, Carcy Larrabee who lived on another piece of H.G. Adams landholdings on the uplands of the river off of highway 23, 15 miles south of Meade. And Jack palled with Blake Larrabee, Carcy’s older brother, doing whatever boys do. Their grandparents were cousins and Horace Greeley Adams was their shared great-great grandfather.

They had two wonderful drivers, Mick Friesen and Betty Friesen (not related…there are about 18 Friesen’s in Meade).

They both loved and cared for my children and escorted them safely from school to my doorstep at the ranch.

They were patient at 7 am being the first pickup.

They were kind and appreciated Jack and Lacy for their kindness and appreciation.

And, on the holidays, they gave them sacks of candy and cookies.

They may have spent more time with these parents than with their own.

And, I could not have been luckier to have these loving hands and hearts be there with them. Thank you, Mick and Betty.

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Sep 20 2011

If I had the money…if I had the energy…if I had the time…

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The Lord's Diner and the Commodore Apartment Building, Broadway & 5th, Wichita.

The Staff of Life and Food.

The Lord’s Diner is Wichita’s soup kitchen located at Broadway, just north of Central. It is a faith-based charity serving over 400 meals a day from 5:30 to 7:30, 365 days of the year, 7 days a week. It is manned by a small paid staff assisted by 5,500 volunteers of many faiths who prepare a hot, nutritious meal “in a spirit of compassion, respect, and loving service.” It is a debt-free facility built by many including 175 local companies and countless individuals who donated labor and materials.

And, if I had the money…

I would approach the Tulsa developer and local Wichitan who will be restoring this building to a hotel with a proposal. Let’s buy a few floors to keep back for the locals who dine at the Lord’s Diner in the evening.

Schafer Johnson Cox Frey Architecture, just down the block, would work out the schematics. These are the guys for whom I worked from 2004-2006 when my daughter attended high school in Wichita.

The Ground Floor

This is the floor where people, anyone, could come when life has taken them to their knees. There would be many others there who have been in this place and so need these newcomers to remind them of powerlessness. People would share, new and old alike, what brought them there. Others might share all the challenges, pain, and positives that lay beyond the adventures of the past. And, to share a gratitude for having the opportunity in life to finally reach the basement and experience the sub-grade of birth. There is a lot of work to be done on this floor, but it’s only twelve risers and the door is always open.

The Arts Floor

This is a personal floor for me because the beauty is and always has been there. In the sweet manure, in the fluttering trash sack of the junkpile, in that favorite old piece of clothing hidden by new sacks of sh!t. It might be beauty to your ears, to your taste, to your eyes, to your smell, or in a smile. But, (s)he was always there with you. And, now we get to take the time to look, to really feel the depths of the happiness and pain and beauty. But this time, unclouded and still.

There will be the wildly imaginative persons who need the contemplative to get the project done. And, the reverse, and everything in-between. But what is created will be taken out into the world and shared with everyone.

The Work-it Work-out Floor.

This wouldn’t have been necessary for so many when we all came to this country. But everything’s a muscle, the mind and the body. And we are midwesterners, so it is in our genes. It takes energy to make energy and for those with too much, too trapped inside their head, it must be stoked in some form, to finally get the coals back to the right temperature for proper cooking. Those who toil physically in their daily work get a reprieve. And those who are mothers have daycare. The kiddies would workout with their peers while mom gets to reclaim her mind and body.

And then, there is the dance floor.

Because fun is part of life. Sometimes it’s work to plan the fun, sometimes it’s fun to plan the work. But fun is a great motivator. And, in honor of Lionel Ritchie and the building, the first selection should be “Brick House” followed by “Easy like Sunday Morning.” And, everyone has to dance, alone or together, because it is important to dance while you can. Life is short.

And last, there is our past.

For this, the diners must turn left instead of right on Broadway.

Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception, Central and Broadway. Wichita.

And this is an add-on tour, optional, but the point should still be made. Without knowing our history, we are destined to repeat it. So, no matter how painful it is to experience our own, it is a learning that is the hope for a new future. And there is a comfort in our children and our world that nothing stays the same. And all we can do is live our lives and do our work and be kind and give in a way that we have great hope for the future. Not perfectly, not with the answers, not that we’ll do it right and the screwups might actually be sweet, but thinking, pausing, and trying each day for joy, freedom, and gratitude to be alive and for whatever comes next.

Here are some pictures that can tell stories to everyone, literate or not, as they have done since the Middle Ages. They are of pain and here, of people of conviction. They should be passed along. Our stories should be passed along, whether in a moment during a walk with a child or in a painting or a recipe.

Bronze Doors of Immaculate Conception. Wichita.

S. army chaplain who who died in the Korean War.

And sometimes a reminder of earlier stories, told in the same way, that also shaped who we are and that we are responsible…

The Fall of Man: The Bronze Doors of Bishop Bernward, Hildesheim, 1025. Lower Saxony, Germany.

But, I don’t have the money….and I don’t have the energy…and the light is turning yellow…

So, I took the pictures. And I wrote a story.

Turning left and heading east, Central and Topeka.

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Sep 19 2011

le sketch du jour: le musée des arts décoratifs and the senses of place.

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107 rue de Rivoli, my school summer of '80

This is the Museum of Decorative Arts. This is where I studied the history of bone china, boulle cabinets, tapestries, French armchairs, silver, and every functional yet decorative piece imaginable with which we trap ourselves today :).

I learned about

things and stuff and who used what and why

and how all the low influenced the high. And vice versa.

It is the north wing of the Louvre and is entered from Rue de Rivoli. The Rue de Rivoli is a famous shopping street running through Paris that was cut into the city by Napoleon and was named after his early victory against the Austrian army, the battle of Rivoli, fought in 1797.

It cut into the area on the north side of the Louvre and the Tuileries Gardens, but a bit of history on these two places that everyone visits on vacation.

The Louvre

The Louvre’s beginnings were as a fortress to Philip II in the 12th century. It became a palace during the Middle Ages serving numerous Kings, but it was François Premier who decided the Louvre would house his art collection. All the while, the Louvre continued to grow in size as a palace. It is only after Louis XIV chose Versailles as his residence in 1682, that constructions on the palace slowed. But this move to the country then allowed the Louvre to be used to house artists. Later the academy of painting and sculpture resided in the Louvre where salons were held to exhibit works and they would remain there for a hundred years.

In 174,7 there was a call for display of the Royal Collection and proposals for a public gallery. And under Louis XVI, le Roi du Soleil, the Royal Museum Concept officially became policy.

Thus, private art for the public domain began in France.

The Tuileries

The Tuileries Gardens were part of the Tuileries Palace that was named for the former tileworks that resided on this land in Paris just west of the Louvre. As will sometimes happen, after the death of Henry II of France in 1559, his widow Catherine de’Medici planned a new palace. Her architect was Philibert de l’Orme but André le Nôtre did not begin the formal gardens and parterres until the reign on Louis XIV in 1664. As he and later Louis’s soon departed, this left the lovely palace abandoned, to be used only as a theater, and the gardens because a fashionable spot for Parisians.

So full circle, when Napoleon cut this swath through the city with the rue de Rivoli, it was a transitional compromise between an urbanism of prestige monuments and aristocratic squares and the forms of modern town planning by official regulation. This included the arcaded shopping streets of the rue de Rivoli, retail ground floor always and ideally covered.

And, before Haussmann and all the later work by Parisian urban planners to make Paris the city of avenues, public monuments, squares, cafés, churches, shops, and vistas in every direction, this place began as a lookout spot.

It was a new center of Paris for the Middle Ages, built above and close to its earlier history of Roman catacombs and before that tribes of Gauls and before that…

It began with a fortress and a field. And it brought together, if not the King and his subjects, his art and his beauty to share and mix with the beauty and culture of the real people.

And, I think this was a pretty good idea. The building, evolving and partial planning of a city that bring a true feeling of ownership to all who are lucky enough to have this experience which can be anywhere.

We all have it when we see it, taste it, smell it, touch it; the senses of place.

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Sep 16 2011

The Gomer Bull: a story by way of Kyle Griffin, the Renaissance Land Man.

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This is just some prize bull, but the guy at the right looks like Kyle Griffin who told me this story.

“You’ve heard of a Gomer Bull haven’t you?” said Kyle to Paula. hmmm…<thinking>

Kyle is a land man from Oklahoma. We were finding some common ground in a Sat. morning chat in Wichita, so of course, facials at Healing Waters and A.I.’ing cattle. That is, artificially inseminating female cows. Kyle put himself through college performing this act, and I remember one year when John Adams did this in a specially designed chute.

He was talking about the straws (they are just this, and hold the precious more costly bull juice) which I vaguely remembered. And, the window of opportunity, which I had not. He explained that this was only 36 hours. I had thought since gestation time is approximately the same as for humans, that this would be a little longer.

I guess this explains why bulls get top seat for virility when it comes to money, though stallions up. But that’s another story. Just read Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities, no one could write it any better.
Be! (clap) Aggressive! (clap)
Be! Be! Aggressive! (clap)

Then, the discussion moved onto the percentage of implantation question and answers. This was his job both in his family’s cattle operation and as a contractor for others. This paid for Kyle’s schooling, so as with many agricultural skills, it is that (a skill).

Next, came Paula’s questions about technique. It doesn’t seem to matter much (trying to draw on something in a famous novel about a women wanting a child ..Willa Cather…maybe something about a position for producing female children from a magazine…but alludes me now…).

And last, identification of proper timing which does factor in. Here are Kyle’s tips for tracking the pen of females.

One simple technique for identifying the fertile is watching the ladies. That is, les girls, when in their element, will actually do saddle mounts on each other.

Not The Broken-d!ck XIT Bull and definitely not a Gomer Bull.

Kyle knew a few more tricks to tell me about, starting with the Gomer Bull.

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Well, my father was in the U.S. Marine Corps, my sister born at Quantico, I, at Camp LeJeune, (the $6 babies). My father went off to boot camp in the summer to the barracks where Gomer lived in Gomer Pyle, USMC. I love that song, and I really liked Gomer best here, better than Mayberry RFD and much better than when he sang gospel and opera. He looks great in the uniform, and I thought he was well-intended (though incorrect) to encourage iron pants to be more feminine. And, he’s got one on me by accomplishing the rope course on his 3rd try, that another personal failure at SME gym class, though I excel’d at fine motor skills. Who wouldn’t love to have Gomer in their platoon?

And my father, a very soft-spoken man at times, was Vince Carter when he had to do things like teach me how to ride a bike or drive a stickshift or hit a softball or shoot a basket. Still mechanically challenged as his adult second daughter, I understand now how stressful this had to have been for him, just as it was for Seargeant Carter with Gomer.

Well, a Gomer Bull is one who’s little soldier is “re-routed” (I think Kyle used) to turn at 90 degrees.

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Thus, if you have a Gomer Bull, you can watch for him trying to ride the cow and her acceptance. Voilà! Work is done, shepherd the cow into pen, AI and you’re done.

I was concerned for the bull’s blue balls, for want of a better word. And, as I feared, he does not get the job done.

Okay, back to another identification technique: K-Mars.

K-mars are a strip of white tape put on just above the tail of the cow. Kyle said they work kind of like those necklaces you break open at rock concerts and they light up. I was thinking more like scratch and sniff since it’s a tape. Anyway, some kind of chemical thing. Google it if you care, but you get the picture. With this taped firmly on the cow’s derrière, when bully bob is on top, the friction turns the tape orange. Bull dismounts, check tape, got’her done again.

And the third technique: the roller ball muzzle. I can only envision this, and Kyle even tried to google for some pictures for me on a AI website but I have no visual. I’m thinking it’s kind of a “demi” size silence of the lambs contraption that fits over the bull’s chin. Below the chin on the mask (muzzle), is a paintball that operates just like a pen and marks everything it touches. I forgot to ask all the questions here, but in general there is lots of inhaling (these noises I’m well aware of, kind of some hawing and begging). As soon as bouche à fond (mouth to bottom), the bull leaves his mark. Once again, alerting the A-I-er that the gal open for business.

Okay, that’s it. Any questions?

By the way, Kyle’s friend from OSU just did the design of the bull that earned Grand Champion earlier this month at the Denver Stock Show. When I say design, he looks at all the muscling, aesthetics, confirmation, etc. of bull and pairs up with the appropriate cow, engineering the match of spermatozoa to ovum. The Grand Champion of the 2011 National Western Stock Show Super Point Roll of Victory (ROV) Angus Show was DAJS Shockwave 612, May 2009 son of Gambles Hotrod. And, it is kind of like corvettes and hotrods, it’s all show.

Big time bulls like this never get to see a cow, they live in a lab somewhere owned by New York businessmen.

“How sad!” I said to John Adams, “to be the big stud on the block and then to never get to be with a real woman.” John said they are way too valuable and they might, “break a leg or something.”

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Sep 15 2011

Tales from the XIT: The Broken-d!ck Bull.

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My children have had absolutely no sex education whatsoever.

And in 1997, they were 6 and 9. So I’d say it was pretty much unnecessary in any home with a TV and grade school-age children to have to get into it. Most kids were probably relieved. They knew it already, and it’s always so embarrassing and gross when parents talk about sex.

But my point is, our children in 1997 were not only introduced to sexual relations by Mr. President himself, they learned some new techniques with all the surrounding dialogue. In fact, the class was entirely eliminated from the Meade Grade School curriculum.

But mainly, they were raised on a ranch. And there’s a good lesson from this story.

It has been said that, “when a man dies, he can only hope to come back as a bull on the X I T.”

Not The Broken-d!ck XIT Bull.

But then, there was The Broken-d!ck Bull. So here’s the story…

One day I was riding with the boss past the pipe pens and noticed a bull with a particularly misshapen member.

“John! What is wrong with his hangin’ johnny?” I exclaimed. (this expression is actually George Carlin’s, I think I used the proper anatomical term.)

So this was his ‘splanation in my words, my best shot as I don’t really listen to all the details.

As I’ve overheard some male friends say, “men are pigs.”

So, the same goes for bulls when it comes to sex, “bulls are pigs.”

Whereas female bovines, unlike other mammals, only desire the “pig bull doggy style” during a particular time period.

If the bull chooses to mount when he is unwelcome, the female has her own internal weapon of defense. I didn’t get into specifics, but I envision it as something like a very, very strong o-clamp.

And, I’m sure this must cause ‘some kinda pain’ for the unlucky Taurus. Little does he know as he tries to escape, hell has only just begun. He probably would have been better to gnaw it off himself like those animals with their leg caught in a bear trap.

So, that’s the story of The Broken-d!ck Bull. And, I apologize for having no photograph. It just seemed like a triple insult to document his plight.

And, a word from the mama-money makin’ machines on the XIT. I would re-phrase the expression to say “when a man dies, he can only hope to come back as a SMART bull on the X I T.”

And if some dumb bull slipped through the cut, and didn’t hear it the first time, he’ll find out just what part of “NO” that he didn’t understand. And, there he goes.. to town…completely jobless…good for nuthin’ but burgers, cowboy caviar and swingin’ beef.

To my memory, I’ve only seen one Broken-d!ck Bull on the X I T.

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Sep 8 2011

Tuyet, can you alter these shoes? 15 reasons why I KNOW you can do it.

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Navy Blue suede Chie Mihara shoes at Brick's, Wichita.

This is a fabulous pair of shoes.

It would be naughty with all the new navy blues this fall…

…provocative with a provençal yellow accent…

…Kansas indigenous with indigo jeans, and I can go on, but I won’t.

I want them for all these things and for the new navy blue frock, whose pleat alteration looks divine I might add.

And, Lacy needs my clothes and shoes as well as her own this September and October. So, my feet will have nothing to wear.

Tuyet, I know you can do it. We’ve tried the heel huggers and the pads and the inserts, but the 6 and a half just does not fit. Genevieve called New York to see if any of their other customers in the US had ordered these shoes in the navy blue. Genevieve is way to far ahead, everyone else in the country ordered black. So, a size six simply does not exist or I would have them now.

And Tuyet, they only sent a 6.5. It’s not like I didn’t see them right away and some size six got in ahead of me in Wichita. I did not procrastinate.

And… you altered both my bathing suit from Von Maur and the Mossino two-piece from Target with such grace understanding the issues as a fellow petite miss.

And plus, you always take in my tank torsos that bunch at the tops of things when I can’t buy the XS or petite.

And 10., the vintage Nicole Miller dress from Wells Street that I wore to the BOTAR BAll 50th! It’s stunning at tea length, recycled anew to wear again for the 65th BOTAR gala. Your boning at the bodice will be bondé de bosom, so I know you have structural architecture down and can handle this project.

And, the custom fit of those faded 4 year old banana republic bermudas looked fabulous for the cocktail fête with the salmon ruffled silk I purchased. Genevieve is always so nice about that, buy one, alter two.

And Tuyet, you know I’ll never quit researching and so often-times buying that perfect timeless piece from Genevieve. So, I feel I am, at least, a decent customer if one deducts all the professional shopping therapy time and consultation.

And anyway, I hardly think Genevieve is even aware of the extent of our relationship. She’s always so busy working and being so lovely to everyone. I’m sure she doesn’t even notice all that you do for me, she can hardly find time to have that baby next week.

And, it’s not like I’ve been bringing in my brassieres or pajamas or anything silly like that. It’s only outerwear with which I bother you. Which reminds me, my nike running skirt could really use an inch out of the back waist.

And last, Mike at the Rusty Nail Saddle Shop in Meade has always handled my boots for the calf reduction. So think of all the work he has saved you. I just didn’t think he was the right person for this task.

So Tuyet, can you pretty puh..leeeze… alter this pair of shoes. I know you can do it.

This is my friend ,Tuyet, in her beautiful workshop with all of the beautiful spools of thread.

Smiling darling Tuyet in green and purple.

Paula

FYI: shoes available at Brick’s, Wichita in Bradley Fair. Don’t miss out, they are the only blue suede Chie Mihara like this custom ordered in the country. Ask for Genevieve, Toni, Marilyn, Gail, Erin or really, anyone. A real team of experts.

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Sep 6 2011

Pas de sketch du jour: June 5, 1980. Shopping for my pledge daughter, my parents, sister, and boyfriend and “little things for friends.” in that order.

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Paula's research shopping path to le Bon Marché. 22 rue de Sèvres, Rive gauche, Paris.

June 5, 1980

Woke at 10:00- ran (4 miles) to Jardins du Luxembourg. Very good place to run as recommended by man at desk at Hotel Cayré.

Hôtel et Jardins du Luxembourg

Shopped after. Bon Marché. I didn’t leave for 2 hours. Cute bathing suit and cute long shorts, but I didn’t buy anything.

le Bon Marché, 24 rue de Sèvres. Left Bank, Paris.

[Bon Marché is a department store in Paris that was founded in 1838 as a small shop and became a fixed-price store in 1850. The successful business built a new store constructed by Louis Auguste Boileau in 1867. Louis Boileau, his son, continued the store in the 1870s. He consulted with Gustave Eiffel for the structure. Louis Hippolyte-Boileau, the grandson, worked on an extension to the store in the 1920s.].

Dome au bon marché, intérieur du magasin.

Want to get a French navy shirt for Ed (Robb Edmonds, boyfriend #2 from high school/KU summer ’80. He was interning for Kassebaum in Washington, D.C.) but I can’t find it here!! Did find a braided bag leather bag for mom which is a possibility. Gina?? Dad?!? Possibly a bicycling shirt, but I don’t know!

French sailor shirt, immortalized by Picasso.

[I have no clue what that meant, I have no recollection that anyone in my family bicycled to point of having a special shirt, but maybe it was a Tour de France shirt? We bicycled for transportation in Graves family].

Lunch: chef salade in a café un boul St.-Germain (20F-$5.00). I have to quit spending so much money on food!!

[See the priorities, here…not worried about money for gifts, but concerned about eating out. Seeing that I was in a hotel that only served breakfast, I don’t know what choice I had, but later in summer I started to pick up food at the charcuterie down the street though I did not like having food in my hotel room.]

Took métro to Tuileries to take pictures of little boys with boats.

Three men approached me on walk from Tuileries to Grand Palais!! I could have café crée libre (I think this is decaf coffee with cream) all day long. They are always

[back to the men, detecting diagnosis of possible ADD tendencies not yet unidentified for another 32 years]

old (over 30 at least).
dark
and have bad teeth.

That must be the type that looks for American Girls in the Tuileries. I asked one man his age-he guessed that I was 18! :(.

One absolutely changed directions to follow me. It was really sort of annoying after the 2nd time. [See how easily flattered I am with male attention, even substandard?] I am going to start saying I am married.

Point d'embarcation pour les Bateaux-Mouches. Paris.

Sketched (see earlier blog post Le Grand Palais). It is so neat!! I love it. I had to sit on a bridge (the one right over where one takes the bateau mouche) and I could feel tremors!! Finished about 7:00 and arrived home at 7:30.

Ate dinner at “Le Jardin” -sort of a French Health Food restaurant [???? I think paté, rich cheeses, butter, cream and wine for those who partake in the quantities perscribed in France are all proving to be pretty healthy when cutting out the gauloises]. Very elegant and pretty, but “laid-back.” Group seems to hang out there, piano player. I wouldn’t really suggest it unless you were a vegetarian [God forbid in Franch in 1980 or now!], but it was interesting. The chef came out and took my $ for the dinner and asked me what I was doing this summer in Paris, did I like it, etc. The people are so nice. I think when I do stuff alone, I speak a little French, and people feel more comfortable about talking to you and are so helpful. He told me to be sure & come back before I leae, especially for the thé in the afternoon. They “had very good things for tea” he said en français.

Well, I’m going to needlepoint maintenant. Au Revoir!

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Sep 5 2011

Dance With Who Brung you

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Cathy Faber, Bill Hearne, John Inmon. Gruene Hall.

I first heard “Dance with who Brung you” from Bill and Bonnie Hearne at the Adobe Bar at Taos Inn, the living room of Taos. And it is on their great CD, Celebration! from the La Fiesta lounge at La Fonda Hotel. But, I don’t want to pirate and can’t find a u-tube, so the above version is also fun.

You’ve got to dance with who brung you, swing with who swung you, life ain’t a 40 yard dash. Stay in it for the long run, in the long run you’ll have more fun if you dance with who brung you to the bash.
Bill Hearne, from Celebration! Live at La Fonda with Bonnie.

First heard at Adobe Bar, Bill and Bonnie live, Taos Inn. An Adams Family Christmas in Taos.

dance when the music’s playing, even alone in No Man’s Land. And if you came by yourself, make sure you are first on your dance card.

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Sep 5 2011

Plurality: Little Love, women have many husbands.Not Dan Rockhill. He has a quote.

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Why would anyone want more than one wife? Dan the Man, KU circa 1991. see Marvin Hall

Well, I would suggest multiple husbands. And, living on a ranch and being pretty isolated, I always thought that Big Love sounded like a blast for the women. It seems like a nightmare for Bill Paxton. I have a sneaking suspicion that many happy people are really only connecting with their spouses in whatever way, dinner, deep talks, budget discussions, logistics, social a few times a week, if even that. Here are my current.

The philosophical Mennonite contractor, I’ll fix the wood slider doors on the closet one time, Ken.
The handyman Delbert Cash who can explain everything I didn’t learn or understand in my dumbed down for architects KU engineering classes and doesn’t even turn off the electricity when changing plates from cream to white, tough guy.
The honeydo, Thomas Cash, who follows every intricate thought process of getting lights on at Christmas. Also detects micromanagement, “didn’t John want some sandwiches for the horse shoer” during cord placement

Delbert and Thomas Cash in Paula's 1960 bathroom, reducing the carbon footprint XIT style

The flat tire fixers, at Don’s Farm Tire, Plains Co-op, Clingan’s, Weaver’s, and stray men along 54 hwy.
The shared cowboys: Corey Rickard, Dustin Ellis, Cooper, H.G. (these are really shared cowboy sons) and Kell Adams

Dustin & Corey unloading a bench at guest house

Dustin & Corey unloading a bench at the guest house

"Tanner Rollins, H.G. and Cooper Adams, Nat'l Geographic Dec 07, p. 122

Tanner Rollins, H.G. and Cooper Adams, Nat'l Geogrpahic Dec 07, p. 122

Paula and Kell Adams, early in their relationship when they were both a little uptight

And of course, the sweet smile and companion husband, the boss man.

John waving

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Sep 4 2011

Sex and the Kitty: Preservation Girls Night Out. A funny video.

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21st c. Barbie has her car, her computer and her...

I wanted to call title this PVs$y Galorious but my father sometimes looks at my blog and I don’t use such words though I’ve been hearing them quite a bit lately.

The setting: a lovely contemporary historic modern home in Riverside Park of 13th St. The owner is the Preservation Director for the city of Wichita.

We’ll stay on a no name basis here, but it was girls night out (that is, after the men had left) representing Cowtown Historical Museum, Wichita State University, a key figure at Skare animal clinic and Paula.

I am unable to post my embed code from utube which I don’t understand (not famous enough?), so I apologize for including kitty porn in my blog, it’s just temporary until I can resolve the issue. I’ll also work on the laughing at my own jokes thing while filming, my family hates this, says it ruins the delivery.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssfr4NZtj1I[/youtube]

note: Personally, I have to ask them to turn off the massage chair when getting pedicures because I get a headache from all that jarring. I tried this on my neck, even worse. Don’t understand the attraction.

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