May 30, 2011 by Naomi.

After putting the carpet in place in the sun porch I was sweaty and showered off. I sat in a comfortable lawn chair looking over my scrungy back yard and pondered. Now pondering is no small thing. When I was in my teens still at home I would lay in a newly plowed furrow to ponder my future. The sky above the earth below. The future wide open. But I never once dreamed the reality of my life. Many decades later, I still ponder. The future is still wide open. Well almost. I will not jump over the moon. But I will do stuff. I decided long ago I did not have the financial resources to get to the moon. But my financial resources have managed to get me to twenty four countries around the world. Am I lucky or what? Well I’ve said that before. I am lucky. Now I am able to sit in my own home under my own steam and ponder what to do with the rest of my life. I have a lot of good stuff. The one thing that would have made this all more than it is, would be if Ron had lived to experience it with me. I do not believe the baloney that he is “up there” watching earthly progress. He died way too young of circumstances beyond his control but through me has left a legacy in five children and grand children beyond. I cannot begin to ponder the wonders they will find. Their creativity and curiosity will enrich the world.

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May 30, 2011 by Naomi.

Yes they were…

Hastings bookstore was a meeting place for Freethinkers on Sunday mornings a eleven am. The WE that showed up were Naomi Sherer, Alma and Jim, Jesse Spurgeon, Frank Smittroth, Al Stellwagon, Cecil Kindle, Dave Anderson, and occasional newcomers, atheists all. May 29, 2011. That group is about the extent of my associations any more. Today however, on our national holiday to remember fallen soldiers, I took up close encounters with the rooty kind – weeds in my front yard. I began innocently sunning on my back steps and remembered I planned to water the native plants Nancy and I got at Wildlands a couple of weeks past. I had to dress a little more formally than exposure out back but that wasn’t painful, although turned sweaty before I finished. A beautiful sunny day for a picnic which I won’t have unless I sit in my sunroom which I painted – at least the first coat – of white, an interior enamel. It will take another coat to hide the dark gray but even so the room is brighter and pleasant. I took out the carpet so my speed of painting and splatter could excel. The paint odor and I suppose the Russian Olive pollen will stuff up my nose and effect my ears as well. No matter. I must say that this activity will be remembered probably longer than a picnic. Although I wouldn’t bet on it. I earned the right to a few games of Mahjong or solitaire in which I now indulge.

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