Now that looks like a really strange blog post title, doesn’t it?
It seems I’ve been in a bit of a blogging slump, not having internet readily available at my tips. I was speaking with an old friend whom I haven’t seen in 20 years last night, and I asked her to imagine her life without internet, and said she just couldn’t do it!
Today’s mail prompted me to be thankful for yet one more new friend and thoughtful person this blogging adventure has put me in touch with.
And I’ve been thinking about how much I’d like to do a post inspired by my readers. Well, that time is here.
I’d like to share with you the gifts I’ve received during the recovery process from very generous people around the nation.
at a small town near where we had evacuated for Hurricane Gustav. I haven’t been able to “season” it yet, because the high water from Hurricane Ike ruined the oven element on my gas range. We tried to repair it without success. Guess I’ll be buying a new range for Camp Dularge soon.
When LilSis was down in October, she won this basket full of Louisiana Fish Fry products at the LOWA Banquet and generously left it lying on my pillow the morning she departed for home. I haven’t been able to bring myself to break into the basket shaped like our great state! But I promise I will soon!
And in the mail came this gift, for which I shamelessly and publicly begged . . .
Dark Chocolate Covered Dried Cranberries from Blufloyd, whom I met through Choupiquer, whom I met while working on a swamp tour project in 2006 and have fished with on occasion since then. This stash remains hidden, and I do not share. Nope. Don’t even ask! Thanks so much, Blu!
Speaking of fish. I met this great lady on La. Lady Anglers at the end of 2007 – fondly known as Reelwoman2. Earlier this year, I had the pleasure of meeting her in person during Captain’s Weekend at Cabela’s. On this blog, she is known as Steffi. This lovely art form is called “filet crochet” and I don’t know how she did it (I am all thumbs when it comes to needles) but it is beautiful. She made one for Rach and MuzicMan as a wedding gift also. She’s going to tell us soon how she frames them with recycled materials. Can’t wait!
And through my book I met a woman named Lillian who was one of the first women to work in the Gulf of Mexico oil field in the 1970’s (even before me). Her aunt, lovingly called Alligator Annie, began the first swamp tour business in the 70’s when she was in her sixties! Lillian gave me this beautiful Richard Thomas, signed and numbered poster called “Daughters of the Wetlands”. I dearly love it. Every time I look at it, I see something I missed last time.
And Lillian also generously gave me this poster from the Paddle Bayou Lafourche which I first participated in November, 2004, where I met Kim, who posts here from Kim’s Adventures. She was one of the first to see a pre-publication copy of my book about wetland loss and invited me to present it to her second-grade class she was teaching in 2005. Through her, I gained great confidence as a wetland educator. Thanks Kim, for letting me use your kids as guinea pigs!
And in Kim’s recent travels to Alaska, she met a woman named Linda Kay Thompson, who was selling her books and her son’s artwork at an outdoor craft fair. Kim was attracted to the booth because of the bright colors of the artwork and soon learned just how special this artist was . . .
She sent me these two books written by Linda, telling about her journey of finding her son’s unique talent and helping him prosper doing what he loved–drawing. This might not seem like such an extraordinary thing for a mother to do, except that her son Eric, has Down Syndrome. Kim sent me the books hoping to inspire me as I rear my son with DS. I hope I can help Miah find his passion like Linda did for her son.
At this juncture, I am prompted to mention a very special friend who has recently joined us here. Her name is Vance. Off on furlough from the mission field, she and her husband were at the hospital when Miah was born. And I still have very fond memories of him sleeping in his baby seat on the living room floor while our friends sang Christmas Carols outside the front door for us. Remember, Vance? The gift Vance has given me is unconditional and unswerving love over the years and across the miles.
And that brings me to one of my newest blogging friends, Heidi. These fantastic-smelling homemade soaps arrived today. When I opened the mailbox, the aroma drifted straight up my nostrils and I could not WAIT to rip the package open to see these cute little soaps. They are made by Grandma Vicki and when I grow tired of looking at the attractive, earthy wrappings, I will open them and try them out. The bottom one is Honey Oatmeal Almond and the top one is Ginger Lime. They really do smell wonderful in my room right now. Thanks so much, Heidi!!!
And then there’s the gift that arrived, special delivery, on a day when I was (as Anne of Green Gables would say) in the depths of despair . . .
offering warm licks and unconditional love. Her name is Ti-Du, which means Petite Sweet literally, or sweet little one as a nickname. She is a bayou puppy and was born just before Hurricane Gustav. She evacuated for both hurricanes, and now makes her home with us here at Camp Dularge. Isnt’ she precious?
That, dear friends, are the gifts of the hurricanes. If I have forgotten any, please forgive me by reminding me promptly so I can post them up in a flash because now I have the most recent gift of the day . . .
THE INTERNET AT CAMP DULARGE. This post is my gift to you from our brand new Charter Cable Internet Service for which we’ve waited two months!
Thanks to each and everyone of you for your kindness. The gifts really do make me realize how giving people are and how much we need each other in times of distress. Each of you has made my burden lighter by your caring, giving spirits.
I am your ever-blessed and ever-thankful