"Late to your own funeral" comes true

My mother struggled her whole life to be on time. She laughed about being late to her own funeral. Last week she was. 

Family and friends were gathered at a Catholic church in Visalia, Ca., waiting for a funeral Mass to begin. A photo collage showing highlights of her life was next to some flowers that surrounded the spot where her ashes would be. It was empty 10 minutes after the scheduled start. 

Her ashes were still back at the funeral home. My sister says the funeral home was to deliver. No problem as my brother-in-law dashed out to pick them. At least that is what family thought until later that night when the truth came out. 

Here, let my brother tell the rest:

"Let the truth be told! Ah my Mother, first she was late for her own funeral. Church full of people, four priests, three deacons, three ushers.

Beautiful service and what a surprise when they announced everyone was welcome for dinner afterwards, as the restaurant had setting for thirty. No problem, invite the Lord too, He can turn water into wine and bread into loafs. Fantastic dinner for all. 

Back at sister's  was the biggest surprise of all: Mom never was at the church, box was empty, mom still at funeral home. End of story, mom missed her own funeral. Hope she was watching!"

Burial will be in Michigan. I personally will check that her ashes are in the box. 

Family pose at the dinner:

Mother left her way -- in her sleep

Patricia A. Davis, 81, died Dec. 17, 2015, the way she always wanted -- in her sleep. Nearby, the daughter who had spent the most time with her recently, had just finished the rosary while sacred music played.

My mother was a religious woman, a Catholic by birth and always a good Samaritan. She once stopped to help a bleeding man on the sidewalk while her five children watched from the car.

The pet lover was a gardener, happy with flowers, especially

roses.

She grew up wanting to be a mother and married Donald G. Chick right out of high school. 

Five children survived; their marriage did not. She became a single working mom in a time when that was rare. She did it well.

It was dislike at first for her new boss and plant manager at National Can. That changed and she married Glenn C. Davis in July 1976. She was now the mother of 7.

The Detroit, Michigan, native who lived in Livonia for years began moving -- New Jersey, Ohio (twice, same house even), Maryland, Pennsylvania, and finally Calif. -- as Glenn accepted new assignments. 

In California, she opened Postal Plus, which quickly became a gift shop instead of just a mail service.

Her last move was to a place she never wanted to be - a nursing home. But a fall Dec. 26, 2014, and then strokes meant she needed the care. 

Sadly, that move meant no more Red Hat Society or mahjong with the local ladies.

It meant change for the stylish woman, who loved shoes and scarves as well as bargains. A request for her lipstick always meant she felt better now. 

She shocked many when she went on a pilgrimage to rural, rocky Medjugorje in Bosnia. She believed six Catholics had seen the Virgin Mary.

She often was a positive woman, which meant one was never lost but on an adventure. She would up the appeal of hot dogs once with a picnic in the snow.

Now she's on the grandest adventure of all. You can probably hear her whistling if that's allowed in the penny-ante poker games in heaven. 

She was proceeded in death by her parents Jack and Irene Lawson, her brother, a sister and both husbands.

Survivors include sister: Marian Soditch; children: Sherry L. Davis, Lisa M. Davis, Mary Ann Chick Whiteside, Donald Chick, Patricia Call, David Chick and John Chick; 8 grandchildren and 7 great-grandchildren. 

Isn't that charming? #pq6

The final challenge of 2015 was to use a charm pack in your project. So my final piece is a charm bracelet 

I'll tell you more in a bit. But first a nap. 

The finished prioject:

Those squares start as two circles. Here's a look at the other side:

I will add links to how tos later

A new day for the birds

The birds announce a new day as I rush to make the deadline for the latest weeklong Project QUILTING challenge.

My entry is titled A New Day: Chirp, Chirp, Chirp. It acnowedges the birds that start the days with songs. The "prairie points" remind me of the points children draw as part of a radiating sun.

This time I made the quilt in Visalia, California, a mere 2,370 miles from my quilting tools and fabric stash. The location change is part of my new days as my mother and I continue to switch roles. 

Still the possibilities began forming quickly as I used her napping to sneak a peek at the theme of the latest weeklong challenge: Sunrise, Sunset. 

My mother once sewed a lot so surely I could borrow her tools and fabric to supplement my quart-size plastic bag of fabric scraps, 2 hanks of embroidery floss, airline-allowed scissors and needles.  

If not, I could shop while she napped. 

Well, I could have shopped before a fever and more would knock me out for days. 

Still I knew what the project could be -- a coaster for her pitcher of ice water that sits on her bedside table at the skilled nursing care facility. 

Her housing change is what brings me to California.  My mom fell Dec. 26, knocking herself out, breaking her right femur and getting a blood clot in her head. While at the hospital, she had a stroke that originally left her unable to swallow, speak clearly or move her right side. She had a rod inserted in her leg. 

Before all that it looks like sewing was  eliminated in this household. Still I did find a wornout towell to use for batting and backing. It also would help soak up the water left by the pitcher's condensation. 

And I had that quart bag of fabric scraps that I was using for a 10-minutes of needlework daily resolution. Did I mention the fabrics were mostly oranges and pinks, with a touch of purple and aqua?

I learned I missed my rulers -- a paper bag didnt give me straight lines. I learned that you should look up prairie points before making them incorrectly as a quart bag doesnt leave much room for do-overs if you cut the wrong size. 

I learned these extra challenges can  a good thing. 

Here's the link to the challenge and entries: http://www.persimondreams.blogspot.ca/2015/01/sunrisesunset-challenge-2project.html?m=1

Personal "Project Quilting Challenge" up next

This season's Project Quilting challenges has ended for most. But not for me. The "paperwork" is not done.

In this case, I need to unasemble everything I gathered for the one project I completed. 

It is pure delight to create in an organized world. I found orange beads in the box labeled orange beads, orange floss in the box labeled oranges and ...

What? You thought I would find orange fabric in an orange fabric bin. Life should be so easy. Then again we all need dreams. 

Yes I dream of the day when my fabric is labeled. Right now, I have some fabric in bins and baskets. Some is even sorted. Some is even labeled.

But the unlabeled containers are in the new craft room, the old craft room, and the basement. They are scattered like my thoughts often are. 

The sorting is on my ToDo List. 

Parade of prayer flags done

Raise the flag and shout "Amen." Yes, my brothers and sisters, my family and friends, I finished this quilt project in 7 days and met the deadline for the Project Quilting Triangle Challenge.

MS Success + People + Prayer + Pills
Click to see whole pocket hanging

Plus I solved two problems with this project and I can say I participated in the Multiple Sclerosis  Awareness Month, which is in March. Even better, the quilters helped me kick my writer's block.

My wall hanging pocket is called MS Success = People + Prayer + Pills. It's a reminder to me that if I want to be successful in living with MS I need these three things in my life. I have what is now called the relapse-remitting version of this disease that affects the central nervous system. The unpredictable disease disrupts the flow of information within the brain and between the brain and body. What it means is I don't know when my vision, my gait, my thinking, my ..... well, you get the drift ..... will change. Trust me, quilting and beading is a challenge when you can't feel the needle.

The color orange is another tie-in with multiple sclerosis as that is the color for the disease. I  considered calling the effort  Orange You Glad You Don't Have MS. But this quilt - gasp!!! - is for me so the title doesn't work. There are blessings with and because of MS and I tried to reflect that in the prayer flags. 

I need the flags inside-- I just survived 48 days at home --  so I created my own blue sky with family ties. My husband bought the box of "quilting materials" at a family estate sale. I'm sure my aunt never intended this material to be in a quilt but it worked for my pill pockets.

The perky orange ribbons came from an unexpected gift on a good friend's 60th birthday. The flip flops, which remind me of Footprints and the times God does the walking for us, came from an event at the University of Michigan-Flint which gave me many unexpected friends and a husband.

The finished project is 25 inches wide and 9 inches deep.There is quilting, piecing, beading and embellishing. It was made in Grand Blanc, Michigan.

The Triangle Challenge was the sixth and final Project Quilting challenge of the fifth season. The theme was announced on a Sunday and each of us has 7 days to finish and post a project that meets the requirements. 

I wrote about my efforts twice:

• Failing but making progress is success
• Let's piece the good times now

You can see what others did and participate in the voting if you are interested.  (Mine is #27, click on the heart of 4 projects you like )

The indoor prayer flags (will) hide seven bags of pills in plain sight. (OK, in the pocket but behind the prayer flags.) This means I can move the pills off the dresser, which is good because I don't like them as decor. Even better, I'm hoping this system will help me get the pills inside me seven days a week. First, I can keep the pills in the bag until I'm next to the water necessary to swallow the pile. Second, on the days when my body only allows sleeping my husband should know if I still need the pills.

At first, I thought I'd hide each day's pills in individual flags. But the preliminary figuring and sketches nixed that fairly quickly. That led to a variety of sizes. Here are a few photos and reasons why I did what I did.

This is my favorite flag. First, there's the frog which reminds me to Forever Rely on God. The frog also reminds me of my brothers who once collected a bucket of frogs  to hide in the bossy big sister's sewing machine, bed, and closet. They capped the adventure by getting the frogs to fit under the door of what I thought was safety in a locked room. Ha ha. Guess who bought me the first frogs to remind that I am human. 

The bride and groom is for my husband who reminds me we're not a pair, we are a threesome with MS a constant companion.

With MS, you spend a lot of time spinning your wheels. These beads are to help me remember to take time to appreciate now, to enjoy the tiny differences of moments and to wait for time to smooth away the rough edges.




A bracelet from the 2008 Girl Scout convention encourages courage. Some days I need that to face daylight. The carrots are quilted and that's embroidery floss greens on top. You are what you eat, which implies you should eat. Let's see if this flag can help me do that more - eat right and well, just eat.




The rainbow fabric reminds me of MS as the symptoms gradually come and go, sometimes bright and sometimes pale. The 2008 Girl Scout pin seemed to fit here as do the sun and star charms.




I call this my myelin  fabric. It reminds me of my nerves, with the scars that sending the messages from the brain to my body parts on wild rides. My late grandmother gave me the beads from a broken necklace.




The rick rack came from my grandmother's stash. I'm not sure where I got the broach but it reminds me that Mary Angel can do things still.



My mini-myelin fabric now looks better with more beads from my stash.

The Project Quilting Challenge season is over for now. I'm hoping to keep on sewing, quilting and writing.

Something new beats something old (cancer)

The good news came back in November. Better news came in February. And now you can know too.

The Is It Cancer? scare turned out to be just a scare. The cancer has not spread to my daughter's bones. Instead, she has bone islands.

I won't bore you with the struggles of just getting the right tests the first time. Instead, let's all be grateful that the three-months-later, let's just be sure test came back with the same result: My baby has bone islands, not bone cancer.

Bone islands are often found in imaging. Hers did not change shape or grow so that's good. She'll bring all the records to her next visit at University of Michigan.

Her ship has come in.

Failing but making progress is success

Progress ! Yes, I think I am going to make it to the final stage -- completion -- in the final phase (for now) of the Project Quilt effortt. 

Stumbled a bit today as I tried to turn a 6-inch square into a hexagon. I tried and I tried. I was upset that I didn't try the technique right after I saw it demonstrated.  It looked so easy on TV.

Then I bumbled around the internet, looking at quilting sites, at origami sites, at this and at that. And just like that I remembered the name of the show -- Quilting Arts. (Specifically Quilting Arts TV Episode 1308)  That led to the quilter's name (Julia Wood), her book, her blog (The HEXIE Blog) and this -- you start with a circle. 

Quick like, I made one. I love the triangles that suddenly appear. Perfect points even. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

Just not for this project. 

Let's piece the good times now

Committed. Determined. I will finish an item for this week's Project Quilting challenge.

I stumbled across Project Quilting in January and have been very inspired ... in the sewing room and in the blogging world. I am grabbing up quilting and sewing blogs as fast as I'd like to be finishing projects, especially some quilts.

On Facebook, I'm slowly coming out of my shell in a Challenge Quilt group. It's a great place to learn about contests and quilt challenges of all types. It's also a place where you can seek help when you're stuck.

And, boy am I stuck. My dear friend MS seems determined to make me hibernate this year. Trust me, I have mastered sleeping.  and some other things that don't deserve mentioning.

So I  have been making my way through a personal New Year's resolution of sticking a needle into something other then my skin. Inspiration came from Linda McLaughlin, who blogs at Notes from Studio B. she shares her daily sewing, like 365 patches in Indigo and Rust. I'll write about my effort. Promise.

Add a deadline

But now, it is Project Quilting's turn. Deadlines seem to work for me, so let's see.

This is the final challenge of the latest set. .The hardest part is you have one week, a mere 7 days, to go from idea to finish. The theme is posted on a Sunday and then it is go, go, go.

The easiest part for me is the project needs a name.

Making things a bit easier is that the project does not have to be a full-size quilt. The project only  needs to have at least one of these three elements:

• Include patchwork. 
•  Include appliqué. 
•  Have 3 layers stitched together by hand or machine. 

The first rule is the theme. This week we are required to include triangles.

 I've thought about entering three of the projects. But .... well, there was always a but. Each time, I got a littler closer to the end.

Stash busting now

So this time, I have mapped out the big wow. Rearranged it at least 15 times in my mind. Chosen the colors. Found the fabrics in my stash. 

The Big Wow now has worked its way right out the door. 

It was bumped by a sunshine that will brighten each and every day. It will simplify a daily challenge. 

Something smaller. Something doable in a week. Something that can be done even if  MS refuses to hit the road.  

Return trip: Is it cancer again!

A mere 5 years ago, I was in Indianapolis for the 2008 Girl Scout convention. What a wonderful time. .... until I learned my daughter had breast cancer.  You all sent me off in a sea of love.

In a few hours, I leave once more for my daughter's place -- I am in Michigan, she is in Tennessee. 

This time I want to be with her when she hears the results of tests just ordered after an MRI found suspicious spots on her pelvic bone. 

The meeting with a new oncologist comes 5 years, 1 day after she first learned she had breast cancer.

She is working full-time, newly married and back in school for pre-reqs to become a physician's assistant.

She learned how to do breast exams while at a Girl Scout function.  

Girl Scouts helped her learn to speak up -- that skill is why she was first diagnosed and why the first test was just done. 

Her Gold Award project was getting children's books and other activities into waiting rooms of public health clinics. 

Your strength will once again go with me.  We are praying for the best outcome.

Some good, some not; some old, some new

Today I found another good reason to write. Documentation of symptoms and feelings help me remember that relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis is a tale of repeats.

I'm trying to clean up this blog and ran across an unpublished entry from 2009 that works just as well today.

Good: I didn't scream when the saleswoman touched my foot after noting how swollen it was. But then she didn't comment on the black-blue shoe combination until I did.

The fact that my eyes once again had blurred colors, well that was bad. But certainly it is good that now I saw the difference.

I want to be positive. I want to see good - some good - in all. Heck, I probably have more "positive thinking" books then the "be organize" ones and I already knew I needed a book on organizing them.

That was yesterday and today I am heading out the door now to get fitted for a new foot-ankle brace in an effort to avoid a cast and/or surgery.

Fortunately, I only have black shoes now.

I still have the positive thinking and get-organized books. The good news is I can read again. In fact, I've finished two books and a paper sack of magazines the past two days. Oh, happy days are here again.

Strange year of medical firsts

I cannot remember the last time this happened. But this year, my husband met the medical deduction before me. Plus, the year was more then half over before I did meet mine.

Unfortunately, I have quickly met that limit in just a few intense months. I prefer the confirmed diagnosis of a multiple sclerosis flareup over the scarier possibility of strokes. Still I could have lived forever without the temporary vision or thinking problems. 

I did not really want an MRI or an MRA. I could have skipped all of the X-rays, the steroids and the breathing treatments. 

I also could have skipped the foot pain. I definitely prefer barefoot over embracing the ankle-high brace and inserts that go so nicely with the black, matronly shoes. Still, I was getting tired of frequent  eyeball inspections of the floors and the lawn. 

Plus isn't it lucky that the lust for shoes skipped a generation. Unlike my mother or daughter, I have never wanted found shoes fascinating. 

Now I just need to guesstimate how much we want/need in the medical spending account next year. Then predict what  medicines my mom will use in 2014 so I can play Medicate Part D roulette and pick a plan that might cover most of her drugs the longest. 

Oh no. I think I feel that headache returning. 

Double-duty month: Pink + Green = Success

Get ready to be bombarded with color this month. No, I'm not running in a race where they throw colors at you. But it is October and that means it is the Pink Month. Pink as in Baby, it's Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Also kicking off this week is a national effort to get more females involved in Girl Scouts. Even Michelle Obama, the honorary Girl Scout volunteer, has recorded a message urging females to get involved.

I can't think of a better color blend because Girl Scouts is just one of the reasons my daughter survived her fight against breast cancer. The importance of regular exams of your breasts was emphasized at a health fair she first attended as a Junior Girl Scout, back when Juniors were in the fourth-, fifth-, or sixth grades.

The American Cancer Society handed out fake boobs with bumps for practice. The girls got to take them home. Fortunately, that started my daughter on a regular routine that led her to discover her bump when it was small. Too bad her doctor didn't realize that girls in their early 20s do get breast cancer and didn't take her seriously at first.

But Girl Scouts also helped my daughter develop courage and confidence so she didn't let that bump go unnoticed much longer. With radiation, two bouts of chemo and some surgery, the cancer has now been gone for four years, and almost four months.

I wish every girl had the opportunity to be in a good Girl Scout program. That would be a program where they are surrounded by strong people, especially strong women who are willing to carve out time to let some girls learn to bond with girls who are like them and different from them.

A good Girl Scout program would be one where the girls learn to make good decisions, learn to lead, and learn to succeed. A good Girl Scout program also would be one where the girls fail and then learn why failure happened, how to recover from a failure and what to do differently.

A good Girl Scout program would be one where the girls go outside their normal, day-to-day life to try things like sleeping in a museum, or climbing through a cave or sleeping on a floor in a room with 60 others who start out as strangers.

A good Girl Scout program would be one where girls could sleep in a tent with three hours, row a boat, ride a horse, roast a marshmallow, ride an elevator, see a 30-floor building and hear an orchestra play live.

To create a good Girl Scout program, someone needs to listen to the girls and be a resource. You don't have to be a parent to volunteer. Visit the national Girl Scout site to volunteer.

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Want more? I've written about my daughter's battle and also about Girl Scouts.

E- records bring fast results

Brain scan

It has been a rough month of tests for me. But Henry Ford Health Systems is the winner in my world.

Friday, I had an MRI and an MRA done of my head, brain and neck.

Saturday, the hospital notified me by email the radiologist's report for six scans was available for me to read. 

That means I didn't have to wait until Monday or later to hear from my doctor about the findings.  Yes, I still need to follow up for the next step. But it is reassuring to know now that at least one doctor was way off in his explanation of some medical challenges. 

The entire MRI visit was made better because of the electronic records. I had just been to the neurologist who ordered the tests. We had reviewed my medicines -- those I am taking and those I should be taking. All were in the system so I didn't need to repeat the list. I did not fill out any forms or repeat why the tests were needed.  I did have to show I was who I said I was, though I am not sure anyone would willingly show up at 6 am on a Friday. 

An open MRI machine similar to where I was for 90 minutes

The radiologist had access to an MRI done in 1994 for some comparison so that was a help too, especially with one of the findings.

I can't wait for more doctors and services to be online together. Right now, the patient has to coordinate care when more then one doctor is involved, especially if they are not in the same health system. We don't always know what to share. 

 An electronic record patients have access to could prevent errors -- I recently read a doctor's report that incorrectly listed my parents as dead. Another doctor's report listed 3 conversations we never had. (Trust me I would have remembered those warnings).

I'm ready. 

Wanted: 1 editor

Sad. The newspaper said they met at a laundry mat. i bet they met at a laundromat. 

Simple question prompts black hole of envy, Big Bang

A simple question asking if I knew Stephen Hawking kicked my morning off with a heavy exam of my thoughts on assisted suicide.

Hawking has changed his position, now allowing someone with a terminal illness should be able to end his/her life. Interesting, since the 71-year-old physicist has lived with motor neurone disease* far past the two-years to go deadline doctors issued in 1963.

He's back in the news because his film Hawking will premiere in a few hours at the 33rd Cambridge Film Festival. We'll come back to that.

Hawking told the BBC about his change of attitude while answering a question about how he once was kept alive by machines and his wife given the choice to turn them off.

Although assisted suicide is illegal in Britain, Hawking argued that since we do not let animals suffer we should not let humans suffer. Still the decision to end another's life must not come easy, Hawking said.

"There must be safeguards that the person concerned genuinely wants to end their life and are not being pressurized into it or have it done without their knowledge and consent as would have been the case with me."

 The BBC interview (see below)  is worth a listen -- he knows how to find a silver lining! For instance, listen to what he says about disabilities, committees and meetings. In 2006, Hawking was quoted with remarks against assisted dying.

"I think it would be a great mistake. However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there's life, there is hope."

I don't have a good answer for assisted suicide or as some call it -- assisted dying. I'm not willing to outlaw it for others. But I'd want to make sure that there truly was no hope of living before allowing someone to choose death."

I've struggled with how much of modern medicine do we use to keep someone with late stage Alzheimer's Disease alive -- worth a flu shot? Antibiotics? Bypass heart surgery?

Counter that with what we would have missed if someone had decided curing Hawking's pneumonia was not a good investment.

Back in Cambridge

Meanwhile, back in Cambridge for tonight's movie ... Hawking, director Stephen Finnigan, and other guests will then answer questions from the audience and some gathered from the film's Facebook and Twitter accounts. Even better, that Q&A is being beamed to about 70 cinemas in the United Kingdom. (Fingers crossed that someone will secretly film and then share since it is not being broadcast to the United States.)

The film follows Hawking's "journey from boyfriend underachiever to PhD genius," before and after the disease that has had him on life support for more then 20 years.

Hawking and Sheldon. Hawking
 introduced the group
 via video at the 2013 Comic-Con

I think I first learned of Hawking in a late night discussion over at Lyman Briggs College over at Michigan State University. Black  holes, anyone? Certainly not a topic most freshmen journalism students would discuss.

But that was the beauty of mixing students studying journalism, English and other liberal arts subjects with would-be scientists, letting each claim rooms in the dormitory that also housed the college for brainy soon-to-be physicists, doctors and such. Both sets were introduced to unexpected subjects.

Big Bang Theory recorded
 a video greeting for premiere of Hawking

Of course, those talks with the would-be physicists gave me an insider's knowledge when watching Big Bang Theory. Sometimes I am surprised that I understand some of Sheldon's or Leonard's white board scribbling.

Can't wait to see how the show will deal with Leonard on his expedition with Hawking. Meanwhile, do what I did and explore the Hawking entry on the Big Bang Theory wiki.

* A rose is a rose is a rose ....

I was so puzzled when I first heard of motor neurone disease. Then, I learned that is just what someone in the United States might call Lou Gehrig's disease or amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. Just one more example of how geography affects our language, even when we both speak English.

A sneak preview/trailer

Hawking opens Sept. 20 in the United States. Here's the trailer. Enjoy.

The BBC interview

Ex-staffer reviews changes in Ann Arbor media

Ed Vielmetti, who once blogged for the AnnArbor.com site and has blogged longer then anyone I've ever met, weighs in on bringing back the Ann Arbor News name and folding Ann Arbor news back into the mlive.com site.

His verdict?

Things are bad, but not as bad as they would seem. 

 He worries about links and the lost of information, but points out the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine saved all of the content and most of the links. So far, the original content also is available once you get past the former home page.

Vielmetti, a longtime Ann Arbor person, continues to serve as a focal point of information of the city and community. He continues to update the ArborWiki, always reminding anyone can contribute. He blogs, he tweets and he connects those seeking information with those who might know.

More interesting to a larger audience is a post on communities that lose big media and need to rely on multiple resources for its news.

Vielmetti acknowledges breaking news and the big news. News spreads quickly via Twitter. The entire news in Ann Arbor has drawn attention from all of the major media news sources. The city is rich with alternative media including the Ann Arbor Observer and the student newspaper at the University of Michigan. There also are bloggers, who become often start because of a certain issue.

Check it out: An active if diffuse media ecosystem.

(By the way, if you're into maps then you've got to add his blog to your must-reads).

Closing of Girl Scout camp means one less safe place for girls to grow

Sadly, another Girl Scout camp closed this month.

Logo from Camp T-shirt before council merger

Sure, you expect former Girl Scout campers and staff to be sad.

I am sad because it reminds me of the three Girl Scout camps I believed in and lived through their closings.

I am sad because the number of Girl Scout camps is dwindling.

Thankfully Mandi Elizabeth explains why even non-Girl Scouts, non-campers should mourn in a post that explains what is so special about a girl's place in the woods.

Susan Harrington, who I met through WAGGGS-L, one of the oldest email lists for Girl Scouts and Girl Guides, introduced the post this way:

"Anybody who can start singing if I type "mmmm, I want to linger...." will appreciate the bittersweet eloquence here. And anyone who can't, well, read the post to see just some of what I love about Girl Scouts."

Indeed Mandi Elizabeth, a college student still active in Girl Scouts, captures the magic of Girl Scouts, the amazing transformation that comes when you spend time being accepted for who you are. Girl Scout camp is the wind that helps the light grow.

But, I'm wasting your time here. Mandi Elizabeth says it so much better so please go read "Goodnight, not goodbye"

Then linger and ask yourself where will the "non-perfect" girls of tomorrow will find a place where
"no one cares what clothes you wear. Heck, no one cares if your clothes even match. No one laughs at you when you fall down and scrape your knee. There is no embarrassment, there is no harassment, there are no mean girls."

Mandi Elizabeth is talking about Camp Yaiewano, closed in September 2013 by  Girl Scouts of NYPENN Pathways Council. Mandi Elizabeth is talking about every Girl Scout camp where a girl discovered her uniqueness defined her and made her as worthy as the most popular girl in any school.

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Want to know more?

Girl Scout camps are owned by Girl Scout Councils, not the national organization. Over on Facebook, there's the Save Our Girl Scout Camps page

Out on the web there's SOS Camps. Save Our Girl Scout Camps

Both are focused on camps in part of Illinois but there are links and information about what's happening with many camps across the United States.

Never say never: Ann Arbor News returning

Wait. Really. AnnArbor.com going, going, gone and Ann Arbor News is coming, coming, coming.

The announcement came today and so did the reactions.

I'm surprised it took this long to meld AnnArbor.com back into the Mlive.com  fold.  The return comes in a mere 8 days, according to today's announcement (AKA Letter to Readers) (A third online piece answers more questions, similar to what was posted when the rest of the Michigan Advance newspapers merged into mlive.com)

I'm glad that the Ann Arbor News name is coming back. To me, the name of AnnArbor.com indicated a web site about all things Ann Arbor, Michigan.

John Kroll puts together five thoughts about the ending of AnnArbor.com on his Digital blog, including praise for the initial bold move, higher praise for its handling of online comments, and a reminder about one of the better assets the site let go. (We're talking about Ed Vielmetti, an Internet old-timer and one-man news agency for his city, interests and communities..)

By the way, if you are still interested in what's happening with Advance and get tired of waiting for me to make public my thoughts or share some links John Kroll Digital blog is well worth your time. Maybe I say that because I like how he predicted his early retirement. while working for the Cleveland Plain Dealer. More likely I say go there because he writes about it frequently. ... he ended 27 years at the Dealer in 2013. Go John.

Of course, Free From Editors still remembers to share updates, including a link to a blogger's reaction to doings at the Cleveland Plain Dealer.  Hint: Blogger loved newspaper's coverage of Castro, not so happy with digital version review of a cheesecake factory. Go. Read. Chuckle and thank Slate for bringing us this highlight from a crime blog.



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Damn Arbor: Like a jellyfish ....
Well that experience didn't last long

Background on AnnArbor.com (though admitedly out of date)

First class efforts: Stolen summer, online life

Goodness, I'm not sure what disappeared faster -- the days people call summer or my life online.

One moment I was encouraging my husband to get the pool open by Memorial Day. Today, just days from the traditional last big splash, I realize only my feet have touched the pool water.

Equally surprising is how quickly the online landscape changes. It seems like it was just last week that I was twittering, filling my Friendfeed, blogging and keeping up with sites like Publish2, Pinterest, Plurk and so much more.

But goodness, a Social tab in Gmail  hides Twitter messages that try to lure me with what's being said and StumbleUpon sweet summaries of the best. The Feedly set up to replace Google Reader is locked in a laptop that decides randomly if it will turn on. The spreadsheet that lists my social homes and magic words is garbled and unreadable on a thumb drive that landed too close to a big magnet.

Tell me again how much I'll love Windows 8.

Tell me again HP how you can't find anything wrong with the laptop that you could not save anything from because the hard drive was destroyed.

Tell me again why my backup device won't work and my iPhone battery has less energy then a person with multiple sclerosis on a hot, muggy Michigan day.

Just don't tell me I've become a curmudgeon who resists change ... unless you are sending those words to me in an envelope with a first class stamp.