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Why I love Facebook

In Auntie Flat on May 31, 2017 at 9:55 am









Two words: connection and information.

The very best thing about Facebook is seeing pictures of my great niece and nephew who live in Arizona (I don’t know why) and of which I don’t see nearly enough (pictures, that is), Keryn.

I check Facebook when I first get up and many times throughout the day, too. I even check it when I wake up in the middle of the night because the beauty of Facebook is that it’s always there, and you never know who else might be awake, too. At my age, a lot of us are up in the wee hours.

Here’s a sampling of what I saw there this morning.

A test about how to tell personality from hand size.

Several posts making fun of the person in the White House.

A cartoon about right wing Christians and their inexplicable and repulsive focus on same sex marriage.

An article about the Russians and the White House.

A list of 26 things under $10. I love these lists and always find something silly (a service that’ll send anyone in the world a potato with a message of your choice on it) and something I might actually buy (a magnifying glass with its own built-in stand).

An exchange before 6 a.m. with my pastor about a comment I made on FB yesterday.

A short article about parenting using the book Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls: 100 tales of extraordinary women. I’d heard of this before from a friend who got it for her almost-five-year old. I went immediately to Amazon and found that it’s now available in Kindle, but still expensive at $19.99. The hardcover is $35! I’m waiting for it to come to library. At Amazon, I also discovered several other books about strong/capable/smart/legendary women for girls.

An ad about converting $3571 Amish woodsheds complete with shutters and porches into tiny homes.

Post about the man in the White House being a national embarrassment. This came from a man I knew slightly in high school and have become friends with on FB because of our similar political views. See? It lets us connect with old friends as well as make new ones.

More about the Russian scandal from Rachel Maddow.

A photo of a new painting from a favorite artist.

An interview with a couple who just moved into a Tiny House On Wheels, which I saved to Evernote because it could have information useful for the book I am allegedly writing.

Several inspirational quotes.

Posts about what several friends are up to today or maybe last night as I’m an early to bed and early to rise kind of person.

I appreciate that Facebook brings me all this in the comfort of my own home and on my own schedule. I control (to some extent) what things appear on my page. For instance, I no longer see hate-filled conspiracy theories since I unfriended a few people or they unfriended me.

Best of all are the new friends it brings me, people I see briefly in real life and now know what we have in common. Instead of being “Facebook friends” we’ve become real friends.


In Auntie Flat, Home, Learning Tools, writing on May 24, 2017 at 10:39 am

Some things are just so essential that you have to have them with you at all times. No, I don’t mean my phone.

Reading glasses are a necessity for me. I have them in every room of my house plus a pair in my car and in my purse. I keep three pairs in the common room – one at my computer, one at my work table and one where I read and use my iPad or Fire tablet. I need readers because I may break out a book at any time.

Of course books live everywhere, too. The Kindle containing 600 books goes in my purse when I leave the house so I never have to face the predicament of being somewhere without reading material. Every flat surface in the house and some not-so-flat places hold stacks of books. As that wag Cicero said, “A room without books is like a body without a soul.” My car is home to several audio books as well as library books on their way to or from the library, plus I have the Kindle in my purse.

Writing materials also proliferate. I never know when I’m going to have a brilliant thought that I have to record. I keep several journals in different places including a small notebook at my bedside for things that pop into my head as I drift off to sleep.

My phone (you thought I’d forgotten about the phone, didn’t you?) goes with me when I drive, walk, or go to the gym. I use it to listen to audio books from the library. I could also use it to take or record notes, but I don’t. Instead, I keep an index card and a pencil in the case. I’m not a Luddite; nor am I addicted to my phone. Typically, on the rare occasion that it rings, I can’t locate it before the ringing stops. Oh, well.

As far as food goes, on heavy snow days when everyone runs to the store for milk, bread, and eggs, I stock up on popcorn, butter, and diet Coke.

With these necessities, I can make it through just about anything.

One Too Many

In Arvada, Auntie Flat, Denver on May 17, 2017 at 1:13 pm

English has dozens of ways to say “drunk,” more than any other word, which tells you how important a concept it is. I’ve written before that when I moved to Highland neighborhood in 1978, the area didn’t have the most stellar reputation.

A good part of that came because of the number of bars we had. Rowdy, sleazy bars, for the most part.

The one that was catty corner from my apartment, Eddie’s Dog House Tavern, reliably spewed drunks into the street almost every morning at 2 a.m. to partake in the liquor enhanced pleasures of public urination, littering, noise, fights and who knows what else.

My landlord, who lived upstairs from me, routinely called police reporting guns whether he’d seen any or not.

Meanwhile, I would just roll over and go back to sleep. Sometimes being oblivious to other people can be a good thing.

When I joined the neighborhood association, our highest priority was to systematically shut down nuisance bars. We always had representatives appear at hearings for liquor license renewal to testify about police calls and problems for neighboring homes.

As bars disappeared and the neighborhood climbed into the upper echelons of desirability, I moved to another up-and-coming area, Olde Town Arvada. The rapid development here comes about because light rail is on the way, this year they tell us. They told us that last year, too. While apartment buildings spring up on every available plot, I’m also starting to see old houses torn down to make way for two- and three-story townhouses, just like in Highland.

In Olde Town proper, the most prominent development is the increasing number of – let’s call them drinking establishments. We have retained a few old taverns and added three breweries, a beer hall, and a bourbon lounge. Almost all of the restaurants serve alcohol, and the School House Kitchen and Libations features over 1,100 different whiskeys.

Whenever renovation begins on another empty storefront, we wonder what kind of bar or brewery it will be. We were pleasantly surprised when the old motorcycle shop was converted into a credit union, albeit with the puzzling name of On-Tap Credit Union. As far as I know, you cannot get a drink there. Refreshing.

It strikes me as ironic that the same type of businesses that brought down the reputation of one neighborhood signals new life in another. Maybe the difference is in the quality of the well-lubricated customers – inebriated or stinko.

I think instead of trying to revitalize the Ladies’ Temperance Society I’ll just call for moderation. One more bar in Olde Town would be one too many.

A Real Small Town

In Auntie Flat, Denver, Home on May 4, 2017 at 10:08 am

So I moved to Olde Town Arvada. The word my friends and family most often use to describe my new home is “perfect,” and that annoys me. Perfect is boring.

True, my apartment is exactly what I wanted and much better than I had any hope of finding. And Olde Town is “authentic,” a real town, according to the Colorado Real Estate Journal. It’s something that can only happen over time, in this case over the span of 120 years. “No matter how hard new developments across the metro area may try, it’s impossible to design and build a place this authentic.”

It’s also convenient. Within a couple of blocks of my condo are numerous restaurants, bars (including three breweries), retail shops, coffee shops, a bank, a candy store and ice cream shop, a town square with a popular splash pad, a yoga studio, a bakery, a mechanic, a post office, a park, a gallery, churches, and, most important for me, a library. For music, we have the Olde Town Pickin’ Parlor and for fishing, Charlie’s Fly Box. To keep things from getting too precious, we have the Army and Navy Store. Now that I cannot walk as far as I used to, Olde Town offers convenient benches every 50 feet or so where I can sit and rest.

If I head the other way, we have big box stores, a hotel, and a multi-screen movie theater, currently undergoing remodeling and set to reopen in the fall.

Sometime this year (fingers crossed) we will finally have our commuter rail line open,which will give us direct access to Union Station and bring hundreds of new people here to enjoy the charms of a real small town. We are also slated to get local high-speed internet someday, so I can finally stop paying the hated Comcast every month.

The only thing we don’t have is a grocery store. And a deli. I’d really like a deli. See? It isn’t perfect.

On the other hand, it is precisely the best place for me now. It’s been fun watching the changes happening over the past five years, and it will be fun watching the continuing inevitable development.

Maybe my problem is that it is too near perfect, and I’m more comfortable swimming against the current. At any rate, there is no denying that my superpower is picking great neighborhoods.

The Live-in Library

In Auntie Flat, Books, Home, Lent - Season of Change on April 13, 2017 at 12:33 pm

Warren_Branch_LibraryLent—Season of Change, Day 38

I describe my decorating style as “demented cowgirl librarian.” When I moved to my condo, I got rid of the three pairs of red cowgirl boots on the mantel and the three red cowboy hats above the entry and several boxes of books. The books have crept back in with stacks of them threatening to topple over on most horizontal surfaces, and I have several pictures of cowgirls, too. The demented part just indicates that my home is not exactly normal.

It’s my reading, writing and listening studio, a paean to the written word. Still a home library is not the same as a library home.

I have always wanted to live in a library. This is as close as I get. Thirty years ago when searching for a home, a realtor showed me the former library in Elyria. Sold in 1952, the previous owner had gutted it. The small Carnegie library would have been much too large a home for me and also much too expensive to buy and remodel.

The former Henry White Warren Library, located at 3554 High Street, pictured here, opened in 1913 and was Denver’s first branch library. The building was sold by the City and County of Denver and now houses residential lofts, also much too big for me and not on the market anyway.

While a former library may retain some ambiance of a library, what would it be like to live in a working library?

In NYC during much of the 20th century, many public libraries featured caretaker apartments. Ronald Clark grew up in the Washington Heights branch of the NYPL and benefited from having the run of the library after hours. Living in the library gave him a desire for knowledge and led him to became the first person in his family to graduate high school and go on to college.

Maya Angelou spoke at The Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture about what libraries mean to her. “Each time I’d go to the library I felt safe. No bad thing can happen to you in the library.” Sounds like home to me.

My Life Story in Ten Objects

In Auntie Flat, Home, Lent - Season of Change on March 28, 2017 at 3:31 pm

Lent – Season of Change, Day 24

Do your possessions tell your history? Here’s a fun exercise given to me several years ago by an art journaling teacher and my answers. List ten objects that tell your history.

  1. Baby shoes – They’re brown, ankle high and ugly. The right one is more of a left shoe than the left shoe is because my right foot turned inward. I had to wear them day and night and reportedly hated them.
  2. Toy cupboard – Made for me by my Grandpa Darr when I was just a baby and my most prized possession.
  3. Tiny Terri Lee – My last doll. My mom made most of her clothes, plus she has a crocheted dress made by my Grandma Wood.
  4. Five Little Peppers – Written in the 1880s, it’s the only book I remember my mom reading to me, although there were surely others. I still have my copy, tattered and much loved.
  5. Beatles pictures – 8 x 10 glossies that came inside the White Album. The Fab Four still define my teenage years. I saw them live at Red Rocks and try to work that into the conversation as often as possible.
  6. Diploma – It took me three colleges, six majors, and twelve years to earn my bachelor’s degree, and it changed my life.
  7. Buffet – My space-aged looking buffet came from the old May D&F at Zeckendorf Plaza in 1969 and still looks way more modern than anything you own. I also have a valet and double dresser, my only designer furniture. If my nieces don’t want them, they’ll go to the Kirkland Museum when I die.
  8. Fiesta Pitchers – I started collecting Fiestaware about 25 years ago when they introduced their deep purple color. I now have eight of their iconic full-sized pitchers in different colors and a cupboard full of other dishes, too. Purple is still my favorite.
  9. Purple computer – I was a relatively early adopter of computers and the internet. This one came about twenty years later and, although dead for several years, remains the only computer I ever loved. Last year I tried to get the guy at PC City to use it as an empty case to build me a new computer, but he convinced me to buy a new one instead. 😦
  10. Dishwasher – The dishwasher is not my favorite thing about my condo; that would be its location in Olde Town Arvada and its layout, but those aren’t things. When I moved here, I had done without a dishwasher for over thirty years.

So there you have it. Not a very impressive list, and if I were doing this assignment today, I wouldn’t pick all the same objects, although most of them would remain the same. What would you choose?

Some Books

In Auntie Flat, Books, Lent - Season of Change, small houses on March 22, 2017 at 3:09 pm

Lent – Season of Change, Day 19

Since I’m known as a reader before anything else, people frequently ask me what kind of books I like. I prefer books by and about women, especially women artists, and I especially like books in which a house figures prominently. I can easily explain the first—I am a woman with artistic or artsy leanings, if not exactly an artist. The second is probably a little more complex. Home is very important to me, dating back to when I was three and my grandparents made their garden shed into a playhouse for me and my brother when we visited them in the summers. Imagine—I had my own private little house at age three. I think I’ve been trying to recreate that ever since.

Today, my condo is intensely personal, which is to say odd. It makes me happy and that is all I care about as I don’t have guests.

So, women, art, and a house. That describes three of my all-time favorite books, Violet Clay by Gail Godwin, Pocketful of Names by Joe Coomer (yes a male author managed to sneak in), and Broken for You by Stephanie Kallos. I’ve read each of them at least three times. This is about the last one.

Broken for You features two compelling protagonists, one young and heartbroken, the other old and dying. Septuagenarian Margaret Hughes lives alone in a Seattle mansion filled with valuable antiques. Wanda Schultz came west to search for the boyfriend who dumped her. When Margaret rents a room in her house to Wanda, both of their lives change as they form a surrogate family and discover ways to right some very dark wrongs.

I mention it because the Kindle version is currently on sale for $1.99. You might want to snap it up. The other two, sadly, are not available in Kindle, but I’m thinking I may have to head over to Abe Books and buy used copies, so the next time I want to read them, I won’t have to wait to pick them up at the library. Some books you just need to have on hand.

Why I Haven’t Made an Offer

In Auntie Flat, Denver, Home, Learning on May 18, 2011 at 10:15 am

I mentioned in the last post that I may have found my new place. Here’s the rest of the story. It’s complicated. First, I need to sell my house before I can buy a new one. The idea is to use the proceeds from my house to pay cash for the new one. My plan is to pare down my expenses so, if I need to retire (not a part of my plan, but it could happen), I’ll be able to live comfortably with much reduced means. You never know.

So, okay, I need to sell my house, and before I do that, I need to do some serious decluttering. I’m working on that and shooting for the end of the month to put it on the market. Meanwhile, I’m taking a load of excess stuff to charity about once a week, giving the shredder a workout, and recycling stacks of paperwork.

To further complicate matters, when I told my neighbors I planned to move, they were interested in buying my house. They would use it as a rental until Scott’s mom retires here from West Virginia. Also, they’d like to add office and studio space for themselves above the garage.

We talked at length one afternoon, and my brother explained my house’s structural problems, which didn’t seem to phase them. Anyway, it would be great if this all works out, but there is one teeny, tiny problem. Before they could buy my house, they would have to sell their current rental. Luckily, both their rental and my house are in one of the most popular neighborhoods in Denver. In fact, I’ve already heard from four potential buyers for my house and, as I mentioned, it’s not on the market yet. It’s shaping up to be an interesting summer.

I May Have Found My New Place

In Auntie Flat, creativity, Denver, Home, small houses on May 16, 2011 at 11:17 am

It isn’t exactly what I envisioned. First, it’s outside Denver, close (but not walking distance) to the shops, restaurants and library in Olde Town Arvada. Originally a two-bedroom condo, a wall was removed to open the second bedroom to the living room. This suits me fine. I don’t have or want to have guests stay over. Just the thought of being around someone else 24/7 gives me the willies.
I work at home, so I need a bigger living room to accommodate my studio. My work is so integrated into my life that I don’t like having it segregated into a separate room. This room has a cathedral ceiling and two skylights, which makes it the perfect space to spend my time.
The kitchen is small and open to the common room (my term for the combined living room/studio). The bedroom has both a walk-in closet and a linen closet. It’s been 25 years since I had a walk-in closet and I’ve never had a linen closet, but both were on my “want list.” The bathroom has a large oval tub, perfect for a bath lover like me, and a closet laundry.
There is also an enclosed porch with more storage. At 728 square feet, it’s bigger than I thought I wanted, but will still require me to get rid of a ton or so of excess STUFF. I’m working on it.
There’s no garage, but plenty of parking and pretty, well-maintained grounds, next to three tiny lakes and a little park.
The main drawback is that the current owner is a smoker and the place reeks of smoke. I grew up in a house with two parents who smoked, and I keep wondering if our house smelled like that. Ick.
If I buy this condo, I’ll rip out the carpet, install hardwood floors, and paint, which will go a long way toward getting rid of the odor.
And no, I haven’t made an offer yet (it’s complicated—I’ll explain in my next post), so I may lose it. I’m philosophical about that. If I lose it, I’ll find a better one. Meanwhile, I’m having fun making lists of everything I’d like to do to the place and rearranging furniture on paper.

A Little Jewel Box, A Cool Building, A Great Neighborhood

In Auntie Flat, creativity, Denver, Home, small houses on April 11, 2011 at 6:25 am

This could be called “The Return of the Auntie Flat” (See my previous posts on this topic.) Although that project fell through last fall, I never really gave up my dream of a little house for the next phase of my life. After living here 24 years, I’m ready to sell my house and find a new place. I dread the thought of packing up and moving, but my house has become more than I can handle—not that it’s too big; it’s only 900 square feet, although that is more than I need. The main problem is that the house is 121 years old and requires ongoing maintenance that I just can’t do. Also, I’m no longer interested in doing yard work and my neighbors deserve better.

So, I’m looking for a little jewel box in a cool building and a great neighborhood. Is that asking too much? My initial scouting of the Denver market has convinced me that I should be able to find what I want with persistence, patience, and a little help from my friends.

Here’s where you come in. If you know of anyplace interesting, please let me know. My wish list follows:

A Little Jewel Box

I’m looking for a modern loft with about 600 square feet. I’d like a large, open space, but a one-bedroom is okay. I prefer hardwood or tile floors; a small, updated kitchen (with a dishwasher, which I have done without for 24 years); some outdoor space; a tub and shower in the bathroom; laundry facilities in the unit; and a garage.

A Cool Building

Ideally, this would be a condo in a building converted from a nonresidential use, such as a church, schoolhouse, library, storefront, or warehouse.

A Great Neighborhood

After living all my adult life in the inner city, I think a real neighborhood includes a neighborhood business district, with nearby parks, shops and restaurants. Of course, ideally, I’d like to stay in Highland neighborhood, but other possible areas are near the Tennyson Street shops, the shops on Old South Pearl or South Gaylord, or Olde Town Arvada.

Just in case there is anything to the Law of Attraction, I’m keeping this image in my mind. In fact, I’m kind of obsessed with it as you will see in forthcoming posts.