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The lil miss and her pup

Published April 30, 2015 by lynn k scott
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             “Smokey”

The lil miss was feeling creative this evening.  I hear her giggling and flashes are going off sporadically.  The camera! Sure enough, the lil miss is on the couch, laying down, arms extended out in front of her.  What is she doing?  Why taking selfies with her pup!

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Ut-oh…she caught us taking selfies

That’s right, a mini photo-shoot was taking place in my livingroom.  The kid is a camera addict.  Smokey, the pup, was more than happy to oblige his kid companion.  He adores her.

As you can see, the cuteness and the fun were definitely a good combination. Oh my lil miss….

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Let me get that spot for you…right ….THERE!

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              A girl and her pup.

School and the Farmer’s Market

Published April 30, 2015 by lynn k scott

Tonight was the opening of the farmer’s market season in our city.  I decided class was going to be held at the farmer’s market instead of at the kitchen table.  That may sound odd to you, but to this country-girl, it made perfect sense.

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Red onions, eggs and dental packets.

  1. Even though the farmer’s market is typically higher in price than my produce stand close to work, they do have some items I can’t get at my regular spot.
  2. I think it’s important for kids to realize there are actual people associated with the food they eat.  It’s not a nameless store with a produce neatly stacked.  It’s the small farms and families that work hard at providing good, quality fruits, vegetables and herbs.
  3. It gives my daughter the opportunity to see “imperfect” produce.  Farmer’s markets often have organic vendors. They are not the large corporations where everything must be perfect before it’s sold.
  4. The lil miss will see onions before they are “beautified” for the grocery store. She will see how they come out of the ground. The same goes for garlic and carrots. Carrots have green leaves?  Yes, yes they do.
  5. I personally prefer non-commercialized eggs.  When I can buy from local farmers, I do.  I definitely don’t mind spending a few extra coin on eggs.  They taste so much better.  Did you know, the breed of chicken determines the kind of egg it will lay?  We used to get 3-4 different colored eggs when I bought from a local farm.
  6. She learns to engage her community and support local businesses.
  7. We meet other businesses in our community. Tonight, I think we found a possible new dentist.  Not to mention, we received free dental samples.

I view teaching my daughter from a variety of sources.

While some people may not see a farmer’s market as a classroom, I can’t help but see all the educational opportunities within her community.

Graduated to being a Californian

Published April 30, 2015 by lynn k scott

Eighteen years ago, a 20-something woman, wearing a new $17 Levi’s jean jacket, holding one small piece of luggage, said good-bye to her mother at 5:00 a.m. on a brisk April morning.  Departing on a Greyhound bus, bound for Northern California, it was a move of desperation to protect herself from an abusive, stalking, estranged (now ex-) husband.

She would travel for four days by bus, stopping in a variety of bus stops along the way; in towns she never knew existed, as she ventured further toward the West Coast.  She was befriended by a couple of guys during her journey.  The trio quickly became friends and to be honest, it was nice not to be so alone.

A time came when she had to make the choice to continue onto California, for a sales job, or accept the offer of one of her new friends and continue on with him.  She eventually chose her original path and was in awe as the bus made its way into California.  Sacramento was the first city where she saw palm trees and she thought of the movie Beverly Hills Cop. Granted, that took place in Southern California, and she was no where near there, but that was what came to mind.

The bus made its way to the Greyhound station in the East Bay.  The woman had no idea who she was meeting.  It was dark out when the bus pulled into the station.  Luckily, the party she was meeting, found her.  So began her new life in the Golden State.

Fast forward a bit…the sales job didn’t work out, esp. when she learned she’d be moving back East as the company was headed to Chicago.  Back East?  Back to being closer to her husband?  No, not possible.

Three thousand miles away from family and friends and faced with the possibility of being on the streets because this job wasn’t didn’t turn out as she thought it would. After making some calls,  she found a homeless shelter in Newark.  She was able to live there for a month to figure things out.  It wasn’t ideal, but it was an option.  Part of the rules was that the residents had to be out of the facility for a certain number of hours each day.  Some went to group counseling, which was free, as many of them were substance abusers.

The groups weren’t a bad place to be; killed time after all.  There was coffee and some food, so she didn’t need money to eat.  The shelter also provided bus tokens.  She would use those to go to the local unemployment office.  Back then, you could go in and search for work on their computers.

As it happened, she found a live-in, housecleaning job.  Having grown up in a tourist town, she was familiar with picking up after strangers.  She’d been employed, several times, as a chamber-maid.  Yup, that was the term before everyone switched to “housekeeping”.

She was earning $1500.00 a month plus a small room, which held a twin bed and had a small closet.   It wasn’t much, but it was a safe, warm place that provided a paycheck.  Working for those who come from money is an experience.  The wife/mother of this family was very out of touch with reality.  She treated people as if they were beneath her.  The husband, a heart surgeon, grew up poor and had a different perspective on life.  By their interactions, you’d be surprised they were married.

That job lasted several months until the woman expressed interest in continuing her job but living in her own place.  She was fired, by the secretary one afternoon, because she refused to take a spoiled teenager shopping at the mall, during rush-hour traffic, for her birthday (3 months away).  The woman was in the middle of doing her job, which was cleaning the house.  The teenager was calling her mother and complaining about not being at the mall.  Welcome to the life of living in excess and no boundaries.

So there she was, homeless again.  This time she had a little money but not enough to get her a room anywhere.  She called the guy she had met and had been dating.  He came, picked her up, and paid for her to stay at a local motel.  Back to looking for work.  She found a waitressing job.  The owner, upon hearing she was from NY, hired her immediately. It seems New Yorkers have a good worth ethic, even if they are abrupt and blunt in their interactions.

She would have to take the bus and walk a couple miles each day, but at least she was working again. She was able to rent a room in about a month with what she was able to save.  She still didn’t have access to a car, so more walking and bus riding.  It wasn’t ideal, but it was what needed to be done.

That waitressing job led to other hospitality jobs, including working formal catering jobs.  Working in some of the finest venues and homes in California was an experience.  The highlight of the catering jobs including meeting Wolfgang Puck, working a wedding for a local chef, working parties at the home of the Chancellor of Berkeley, working in a Senator’s home and being a bartender on Alcatraz.

Fast forward many years later, the woman is now married, has a beautiful daughter, a house, a good job and has defied odds that would have crippled many.  While I, yes me, the woman in the story, will always remember my New York roots, I have graduated to being a Californian.  This is my home.

Being MIA

Published April 28, 2015 by lynn k scott

I’d like to apologize for being MIA the last couple of weeks.  Life has chosen to be challenging again in a myriad of ways.  In addition to Life acting like a premenstrual teenager combined with a man who has the flu and is “dying”, the month of June is fast approaching.

Those who follow the Pink Herald know June is the month I lost my sister in 2012 and then my mother in 2013.  It’s also the month I married my ex-husband, the month my childhood friend was killed (on my 3rd wedding anniversary), and the month one of my aunts died.

I continue my efforts to raise funds for Relay for Life.  I look forward to completing laps around the high school, as I represent my team and honor my sister.  At the same time, it’s saddening and overwhelming.

Work has been insanely busy.  I actually have been working during work hours (strange concept, I know).  I have been coming in early and working through lunches.  No one wants my job, so at least that’s a good thing.  I think.

The lil miss is doing well in school.  We are covering multiplication and she does really well at it.  She can do 70 problems and sometimes only gets 1 or 2 problems incorrect.  She actually looked forward to today’s chapter test!

I bought her a journal that discusses growing up, hygiene, personalty, etc.  Last night we completed a page that she circled adjectives that described here.  Then she had to choose three and write why they suited her.  Well, the little stinker went for shock value.  She stole the smile from the Cheshire cat.  She was beaming at my reaction to her sentences.  Lazy

My daughter LOVES to sleep in. She loves the weekend for this reason.

She doesn’t hate school.  She has fun with art and dance and anything creative.  She adores 20150427_182529washing dishes too!

I will try my best to be here a bit more often, but at the moment, I’m finding out who my true friends are.  It’s reached that stage in my support system.  I know I will meet these life challenges, but it would be nice to not be tested so often.

Side note:  If anyone knows any NY lawyers, who shouldn’t be chained to the bottom of the Hudson River, who would like to put a system-abusing, money-sucking leech in his place (pro bono), feel forward to share this blog link!

The Face

Published April 21, 2015 by lynn k scott

My daughter loves to draw and paint.  She has a unique perspective and has received some very high praise from an accomplished, professional painter already.

That being said, last night I was the subject of one drawing.  The lil’ miss chose to draw my face.  It’s actually not bad, in a cartoonish, kinda way.  She definitely has promise.

The one thing that made me shake my head, sigh and say, “really?” was when I carelessly inquired about the little black dots on my face.

Apparently, those are my wrinkles.  *sigh*   I took the picture before she went back to edit her picture and add a few bags under my eyes.  Oh for the love of my 9-year old.  She surely keeps it interesting.

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