If I had a hammer, I’d hang a lotta pictures

Wall to Wall

[What do you display on the walls of your home — photos, posters, artwork, nothing? How do you choose what to display? What mood are you trying to create?]

I think I’ve grown a little since the days of my teen angst youth. I had any number of band posters adorning my walls. But that was just my room.

Before I got married, and when I lived in Wisconsin, in an apartment, I thought it would be cool to put up sconces, and I lit most of the rooms with candles. I even had a kerosine lamp or two on desks, or tables.

When I got married, we both continued a passion I’d gotten from my folks: calendars. We didn’t just buy one, to stretegically hang in a handy place. We bought four or five each and adorned our doors, and walls with them. Now we continue that tradition, but also have gone the route of wall hangings, some Southwestern in flavor, one possibly from Guatamala, in the bedroom, along with Spirit Sticks and two Dreamcatchers.

Back in the living room, at the top of the stairs, we have a floor to ceiling towel with scenes from Star Trek.

I got particularly decorative when we moved in here, and put up seasonal hangings on the wall which rises up to the top floor. Each one gets put on the front door, in it’s time of the year. Our Yule wreath is still there, because I don’t have a Spring decoration yet.

There are a couple pictures, of our family – Mr.  Quantum’s Great Grandpappy, and one of my Great Grandmother. Of course, our kitties grace that wall as well. Cappie the Sock Monkey is pressing me to put pics of him and his bride Tess, the alpaca, and their little Alponkey daughter, Claire.

There’s this nice old antique barometer, of the very old kind, with the glass filled with a nice blue tinted water, that should drip when the barometer goes in which ever direction it goes toward overflowing. There are two others, antiques, one up here, next to the family pictures, and one downstairs. There’s a cockcoo clock from Germany, my folks acquired during World War II, and the hallway heading down from the living room to the bedrooms are lined with pics, or calendars; one side for Mr. Quantum’s and the other for mine.

I’m reminded that we’ve placed floor mats, of nice wine, and fruit still life, on our kitchen wall since they didn’t work well as floor mats. There’s a hanging of the Irish Blessing, and I can’t say whether it is actually a wall hanging, but we put the valances from our previous kitchen windows up around the door ways into the kitchen.
And lest I forget, I have a Chinese caligraphy of the kanji which is the word, Chaos.

We have kept about five paintings from the many, many hanging around the house. They are originals which my parents either had commissioned from a Greenwich Village artist duirng one of the annual art shows they used to have down there. Four of them, two of which are hung in the spaces above the windows in the livingroom, and the other two remain in the bedroom above the closet doors. And one that my uncle painted, which is a favorite of mine, hanging on one livingroom wall.

Oh, and did I mention there are two little wooden shelves, which are bracketed to one bedroom wall. There is a vase (from Greece, I think) with dried flowers in it, and a statue candle holder of Kokopelli. And a corner three teired shelf behind our caddycorner bed with some woodsy scenes, and southwestern pottery.

This of course doesn’t really count the downstairs, except for the afore mentioned barometer. But we do have one wall down there, over the fireplace which is dedicated to all things Sea. Wonderful motifs of little fishing villages, and a wondrous collection of Boson’s heads representing all manner of ocean faring men, from pirates, to fishermen (my own grandfather being one of those who fished the waters of the Labrador), to Ocean liner captains, and beyond. The rest of the walls, not mentioned are floor to ceiling bookcases, built in, which is why my folks bought this house in the first place.

[You have the chance to write one last post on your blog before you stop blogging forever. Write it.]
I remember an episode of Dead Like Me, where they were cataloging the last words of the souls they took. Not that they heard them necessarily, but it seemed the Universe keeps good records. Which made me wonder, knowing my impulsive outbursts, exactly what my last words would be.

One might wonder, what does this have to do with stopping blogging forever. Well, I don’t know. That probably depends on the reason why anyone would stop blogging. The way I feel, right now, I think I could go on and on and on and on… And then I think about all those things I’ve started, which were soon locked in the musty attic of my mind. So that last word might be….

See, right there, mid sentence, might have been the last words. Of course, The End, that’s appropriate. Let me puruse the 108 entries and see what others considered this to be all about.

I’ve returned from the excavation of 108 blogs.

So here’s what I came up with. I am not going to stop blogging. I’m not going to have last words. When I came to BU101, it was me returning to one of the foremost passions I have in life: writing. While I’ve never done it in blog form, and I’m not doing my usual stories, it’s creative. If I ever want to move onto writing stories again, I can do it here.

BUT, should I ever stop – due to, say, heading off into my sunset, then I’ll remain here as I wrote one in my 101 blog:

Memory Interuptus

I stopped right there, middle of a thought, and now it’s ever so many days later,  perhaps a couple of weeks… and I have no clue which of my 101 blog posts I was thinking about.

So, what I’m taking that to mean, is, should I one day disappear off the blogging circuit, whatever my last post was, will be my last words. Let it remain a mystery.

That Thing Called Love

Cupid’s Arrow:

[Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry]

I do not know
Does it matter
You bring me woe
A place beyond words
The refrain flows
Scatters with the wind
Taking the mind with

To bathe in lush, sweet melody
To wrap it like swaddling
yet not coercion

Like dragonflies
dance about,
landing, then flitting
in love with a flower

within its weaving
willing in submission
consenting to its thrill
drinking my fill,
no, nay, I seek to sate

Then live to dance another day

Very Cool Reality

PROMPT: Sliced Bread

[Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?]

On the ‘first thing that comes to mind’ front, I’d say butter, but of course, butter’s been around longer, so ignore that, not to mention this isn’t about sliced bread really.

Years ago, before all this technology came into the world, there were certain things I’d dream about having in my home. I love movies, and I always thought that I would need to come with a way to build a mini theater in my house, so I could view movies on the big screen, without having to go out to a theater, but more importantly that I could have the opportunity to own and view certain movies at any time I want. As I say this now, I’m feeling how antiquated the VCR is, comparatively speaking. But, that really was my dream of being able to view, own and what have you, at home, coming true. The VCR, above all else which technology affords us, was the best thing since sliced bread.

Now remember, I was young, (well, okay out of my teens, and past my 20s, and had reached Thirty-Something) when I became aware of the this new fangled toy. I’d like to say that I was a kid, and had no reason to think such things as microwave would matter more to me. It didn’t because movies and tv are ‘White Man’s Medicine,’ and I have found the most profound truths in them. To remember these truths is easier when I can review them at the drop of a hat. That’s a Very Cool Reality.


PROMPT: Buffalo Nickel
[Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?]

I couldn’t find the buffalo nickel, though I do have some, but we have coins in jars, ready to be rolled up and taken to the bank. Of course, they’ve been in the jars for about 8 years. That’s us, ‘not-so-johnny-on-the-spot.’ But let’s not go there. I let my fingers drift down through the jar and pulled out a coin. It was a quarter, and I looked at the date. What was I doing that year? It didn’t take me long to remember. It was a rather momentus year, actually. It was my sweet sixteen year.

I don’t know if that’s still the big deal it was back then. But I clearly remember that the catering houses made good money off the families with daughters in them. The gala was usually like a prom, or a cotillion, or something along those lines. When my parents asked me what I wanted to do for my party, I didn’t have to think about it. I wanted to go to Fahnstock State Park for a camp out!


My catering house was Mama Gaia. Of course, then, we brought all manner of hotdogs, hamburgers, potato salad, probably tons of cocoa cola, and cake. Yes, of course there had to be cake. What birthday doesn’t have cake?

The ride up there was probably an hour and a half. I knew about this place because I spent my summers up there camping with my folks since I was nine years old. Before that is was bungalow colonies in the Catskills, but my parents got the camping bug, which was very contageous, I can tell you, and I still have that bug today.

I knew that I had to be selective in how many friends I could bring up with me. We wouldn’t all fit into the car (a station wagon) otherwise. So it was perhaps six or seven of us, which I’m sure was crazy making for my folks.

Fahnstock is a manficient state park, in the mountains, probably the Taconics, on the east side of the Hudson River.  We had a fabulous camp fire going, and trampsed around the trails to our hearts content, and came back to base camp for lunch.

Fahnstock picnic area

The specifics of the day are somewhat blurry. That happens when it is way more than a single year before. But it was definitely the best Sweet Sixteen birthday party I could think of.

Other dates of note that year:

I had a deviated septum corrected.

But probably the most memorable was seeing

Beatles Shea Stadium Poster
Yes, The Beatles at Shea Stadium that year! It was the 3rd time I’d seen them.


Can anyone guess which Beatle made this young girl’s heart swoon? (600,000 points if you guess right).

Talk about a time capsule!  *sighs contentedly*

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