Tuesday, October 1, 2013

" I yam what I yam...."

A friend recently told me, speaking from experience, that no matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock.  You know what?  She was right.  Eleven days ago, my dad died.  His passing did not come as a surprise, but it was still a shock.  Some days I'm okay and can talk about it without crying, yet other days I can't get past the tears.  I think about one little thing and boom.  In fact, I'm crying right now.

I believe experiencing loss is an integral part of our emotional growth.  When that loss involves death, however, especially the death of someone to whom we are close, the aftermath is different.  The questions are bigger.  And I can't figure out how to verbalize what is going on in my head - it's crazy nonsense in there.  Faith, karma, life after death, being in a "better place", - these are big issues.  I've had troubling thoughts even before dad died; he had more health crises just this past year than I've had my entire life.  How is that fair?  Coming to a place of understanding and acceptance will be a difficult journey.

A while back my dad sent me an email that I wanted to keep forever, but Yahoo had other ideas.  In a nutshell, he told me he was proud of me.  He said, "My daughter the artist.  I never thought I would be able to say that."  So last night I cranked up John Denver's Greatest Hits, and painted something for my dad.  It's not ready for me to share - I named it "Painted on the Sky" but it isn't finished yet - so instead today I want to share a few photographs, each one worth a thousand words.  This is my dad.




















Kenneth P. Keim was born on September 14, 1936 in Queens, New York.  He graduated from LaSalle High School in Manhattan, and went on to electrician apprentice school.  He became a Journeyman Electrician and then a foreman, and was a member of the New York City IBEW for 13 years.

Ken joined the U.S. Navy, where he was a Second Class Petty Officer and Aviation Electrician Mate, first in Brunswick, Maine (where he learned to ski) and then at the NATO Naval Base in Sicily.

He met Patricia Ann Kebe on a blind date, and they married on October 9, 1965.  In 1968 they moved their growing family to Killington, where they put down roots and involved themselves in the humble beginnings of a small ski town.  Pat was elected Town Treasurer, a position she held for many years, and Ken arrived at just the right time to fill the shoes of the only electrician in town, who was retiring.

In his spare time in Killington, Ken volunteered his services in many ways.  He served on the Sherburne Volunteer Fire Department, as Deputy Chief, Vice President and President.  He was a longtime Parish Council member at Our Lady of the Mountains, and helped coordinate with the United Church of Christ on common projects.  He was also a founding member of the ecumenical Easter Sunrise Service.  Ken served on the committees that built the “new” Sherburne Elementary School and the Johnson Recreation Center in the early 1970s.  When Josephine Blanchard suggested the town should have fireworks on the 4th of July, Ken took the idea and ran with it, ordering the fireworks, building ground displays, organizing volunteers and setting off the fireworks with a flare stuck on the end of a 2x4.  He was a charter member of the Killington-Pico Rotary Club, and was their first Paul Harris Fellow.  He filled many elected and appointed Town positions, including Town Auditor, Town Agent, Fence Viewer, Energy Coordinator, and Weigher of Coal.  Ken and Pat hosted several KTP (later KMS) students in their home.  Ken was a USSA Alpine Official; he volunteered at Killington Ski Club as their Alpine start Official for many years.  His latest project was researching a way to preserve Bob Perry’s 16mm films of the Killington Ski Area; he felt very strongly that Bob’s enormous contribution to Killington’s history needed to be preserved and shared for generations to come.

Ken’s interests were varied and many.  He was a voracious reader, an avid telemark skier, an accomplished photographer, a casual golfer, a frequent traveler, a savvy eBay shopper, and a talented storyteller.  He was always ready with a joke.  And through it all he battled numerous health issues, many stemming from Crohn’s Disease, with humor and grace.

Ken passed away peacefully in his sleep in the early morning hours of Friday, September 20, 2013.  He received wonderful care at the Mountain View Center in his last weeks, and at the Rutland Regional Medical Center over the years.

He is predeceased by his parents, John and Rita (nee McGrath) Keim, his brother Arthur, and several childhood friends.  He is survived by his wife Patricia; daughters Ann Marie and her husband Aidan Thomas, Christine Vandeberg, and Kathy and her husband John Ferrara; grandchildren Delaney Thomas, Liam Thomas, Abby Ferrara and Evan Ferrara; sisters Rita and Dorothy; sister-in-law Patricia; nephews Glenn and Robert; cousins Diane, Lois and Ed.  He was also much loved by an extended family, close childhood friends, equally close local friends and a community that meant a lot to him.

A celebration of Ken’s life will be held at the Summit Lodge in Killington on Saturday, October 12, from 3:00 to 8:00.  All are welcome to join the family for beer, wine and light food.  There will be an open mic, so please come ready to share your stories and jokes.  A Mass will precede the celebration at 1:00 at Our Lady of the Mountains.

In lieu of flowers, donations are very welcome to the Bob Perry Film Restoration Project.  Checks can be sent to the Killington Town Office at P.O. Box 429, Killington, VT 05751.

“I yam what I yam and tha’s all what I yam.”  - Popeye


Another friend, after reading the obituary, said this:  "He lived and that is what I am reading here about your dad ... he lived a full life.  We must all take notice and remember to live!"   Yes, he did.  What a lesson for us all.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Do as I say, not as I do.

Last week on Monday I had an experience I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.  If, say, I had a worst enemy.  In the aftermath of this experience, I want to offer you all - whoever you are, wherever you are - a piece of advice.  Listen closely.  If you ever find yourself in the laundromat and you check the pile of books people leave in the corner to share and you find a Danielle Steel book called "44 Charles Street" and it doesn't look that terrible, please - for the love of all that is good in this world - RUN THE OTHER WAY!!!  The back of this book boldly claims that "Everybody reads Danielle Steel."  I am here today to save as many souls as I can from becoming part of "everybody."  The book was the biggest bunch of crap I have ever read.  Seriously.  Crap.  In fact, it was CRAP!  I don't know how her editor lets her get away with such pathetic writing; she could have told the same story in 100 fewer pages.  Repetition, repetition, repetition.  Awful, awful, awful.  Take this advice:  make your mark on the world by being the people who do NOT read Danielle Steel.  It's too late for me, but hopefully it's not too late for you.

Now.  On to other things.  The nice couple who purchased "I Love You Like Peanut Butter and Jelly" while I was in Vermont last month asked for a similar piece, in gold tones.  It took me three tries, but I finally got it.  The first I will keep, even though it is mildly disastrous.  It is called "Love:  Sometimes it Gets Messy." 



See?  Messy.  The second one I threw away.  It was that bad.  And here is the third.  I think it is called "I Love You Like Strawberry Jam."


Of all the goals I set for myself for the month of September, finishing 10 new paintings is the only one I will hit for sure.  If I count the water dragon, which I am, the pear and the wee little flowers, these two XOXO pieces are four and five.  Here is number six:


And here is the start of number seven.


I did finish that one, but I guess I forgot to take another picture.  Number eight is named "Chunk."


Yep, he's a big boy.  Here's another view of number eight, with the results of my exuberance from number nine.


Sigh.  Billy and Mary - if you read this, please note I have already started cleaning the paint off the wall.  Oops.  This is where all that paint was supposed to go:


And there we are so far.  I ran out of varnish and this piece needs a second coat.  Luckily the new supply arrived today.

Poodle and I had a splendid day yesterday.  It was one of those perfect fall days.  We went for a three mile run in the morning (gasp!), then played ball.  In the afternoon I accomplished a task down at the house that I've wanted to do for years.  When the house was built there was a bunch of extra steel siding leftover and it has been in a pile in the shrubbery getting all icky.  I moved all the siding (16 trips) to underneath the deck, and got rid of seven billion square feet of heavy vapor barrier stuff that was under the pile.  Filled up three contractor-size garbage bags.  It was a sweaty and gross task but I'm glad it's finally done.  Then we went back home and walked for two miles.  Poodle helped me vacuum out the jeep before we played ball again.


It was a busy day, and tonight we are going to pack some boxes.  Fun times!

Saturday, September 7, 2013

YES!!!

We just officially accepted the offer on our house.  AWESOME!  To celebrate, here is a wee small thing:


happy dance happy dance happy dance happy dance happy dance

Friday, September 6, 2013

A little bit of this, a little bit of that

I haven't had time to go through all the pictures I took when Kathy and her family were visiting, but here are a few:


Roxie got confused when there was no room for her on the couch, but Evan's butt made a comfy pillow.


We were at Loon Lake while Evan was fishing, and Abby was taking pictures of the sunset.  And some other local wildlife she found...


POODLE!


I went on the second trip to Glacier National Park, which included a horseback ride at Many Glacier.  This is at Lake McDonald.


Here is the famous Wild Goose Island, in St. Mary Lake.


More fishing, this time in the Swan River right by my house.  This is where we go when Roxie and I walk to the river.


Walking back home before our third and final trip to Burger Town.  They packed a lot of activity into a week!

Now, guess what I did the other night?  Here's a little hint:


Yep, I started painting again.  That's the beginning of three new pieces, plus a pear.  I can't wait until I have room to put wet paintings.  Room that doesn't involve my kitchen counter.  I have since finished that pear - it's the third in my Midnight in the Garden of Fruits and Veg series.


I also varnished another water dragon.  He was painted a while back but has been stuck in the questionable pile.  He is still in the questionable pile, but I like him better now that he is all shiny.


And last but not least for today, guess what?!?!?!?  We got an offer on our house yesterday!  Woo hoo!  We countered the offer today, and hope to have a done deal by tomorrow.  The closing date will still be a couple of months out; the waiting will be hard but having a signed Buy/Sell will be awesome.  Keep your fingers crossed - this has been a long time coming.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Lemon Basil Cookies

We interrupt this program to bring you a very important recipe.

Today is Last Fridays at work.  We didn't have very much time to plan this month, since I was away and Derek was prepping for cooking classes he taught this week.  Our last minute food decisions involve tapenade, homemade gazpacho and lemon basil cookies.  I found this recipe on Food.com back in May, and they are really good.  Trust me.  Go now to the store and buy basil and lemons.  Make the cookies.  Eat them, preferably with a bottle of bubbly.  That's what I will be doing later today.

LEMON BASIL COOKIES WITH PISTACHIOS

INGREDIENTS

3/4 cup butter, softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
1 large egg
1 tablespoon lemon rind, grated
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1/3 cup fresh basil, minced (can use lemon basil)
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup pistachios, finely chopped
3 tablespoons granulated sugar

DIRECTIONS

1.  Beat butter on medium using an electric mixer until fluffy; add 3/4 cup sugar; beat well.
2.  Add egg, lemon rind, lemon juice and minced basil; beat until blended. 
3.  Mix together flour, baking soda and salt; gradually add to the butter mixture, beating until blended.
4.  Cover and chill 1 hour.
5.  Mix together nuts and the 3 tablespoons sugar.
6.  Roll dough into small balls (about 1" diameter); roll each ball in nut/sugar mixture.
7.  Place onto ungreased baking sheets (I used parchment paper on the baking sheets).
8.  Flatten each cookie using the bottom of a glass (dipped in sugar first if the dough sticks to glass).
9.  Bake in preheated 350 degree oven for 10-12 minutes or until light golden brown.
10.  Allow to cool on wire racks.

Awesome.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Thank You For Being A Friend

Hey, remember me?  I live here.  But I've been conspicuously absent for the past 20 days.  Life went crazy and poof!  There you go.  Thank you to everyone who has continued to read my blog, even though I have not been able to post anything new - I don't know who you are, but I know you are out there. 

Now.  I have lots to report and no time to do it in, so let's just have this little recap:









This is what has happened in the past week or so.  The first four paintings are going home with my sister (with a few extras, but don't tell her) as soon as I pack and ship them.  Daisy Dog actually sold twice - TWICE! - on the same day, no less.  Kathy (my sister) bought it and about an hour later I got an email from Etsy saying someone else bought it through my Etsy store.  Yikes!  I told Kathy I would paint her another one that looks more like her dog Ruby.  (Now I've gotta come through with that....)  Blue Skies also sold through Etsy.  PB&J sold here at the gallery while I was in Vermont, and Pinhead sold yesterday.  Craziness.  Absolute craziness.

At a later date I will catch you up on my sister's visit to Montana with her family, and my subsequent trip to Vermont to see my dad.  I also need to clean my house, get caught up at work, mow the lawn and help Derek stain the deck over at the house, fix my left taillight, pack up some of my crapola, and fix my terrible eating habits.  I will not be doing all of this today.

Stay tuned....

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Two Quick Things

Here are two quick things I learned the other night:

1)  Bubbly goes remarkably well with scrambled eggs and peas.

2)  Bubbly goes just as well with popcorn.

Yes, I learned both of those things on the same night.  It was madness.

Rock and roll.