Life is Good.

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Except for war, except for women in India and Pakistan…hell, all around these more ‘backward’ countries where the rights of women are non existent…..except for Ebola, terrorists, threats, attacks on the children and innocent.

Well, this summer has been quite an adventure.  It’s been a sharp learning curve but things are working out.  The blinders have come off my eyes on any number of issues, and for that I am grateful.  My dear Aunt Jean dying hasn’t really hit me yet, but it will.  I am slow on some of these things.

It was hot this summer at times.  But the good news for me is  I finally finished a novel…..”A Kapitany”…..a Hungarian themed….art thieves, insurance crimes, bdsm, redemption, etc.  LOL!  Not the novel I wanted to finish, but one that was most completed.  Spent the summer  changing tense and tightening up the book.  Will publish it next spring with Createspace….

Talked with my dear friend Bill Penrose last week.   He is well and silver smithing and rock climbing still.  Bill formatted the first three of my books with  He is an amazing writer and man.  He believed in my writing when I didn’t have a clue.  You can’t buy friends like that and he will always be at the top of my list.

No cats or dogs here died, which is a very different circumstance than last summer when we lost three darlings to old age.  We have three more, a dog at 15 and two cats at the same age, but they are doing great.  We are preparing for winter this fall with a new woodstove:  it’s our 30th wedding anniversary, and we thought to go on a long vacation, but then decided that a new woodstove would last longer…and be more comfortable.  LOL!

I am planning a new and expanded version of “Boundaries, Setting them and meaning them”…..for the blog.  Things happened this summer that brought back to me the importance of such issues.  In particular, a meeting with a fool of a man after more than 40 years.  We will call this man Bubba, because he acted with all the finesse of a lout.  Bubba overstepped every boundary known to women, and he did it with glee.  Or perhaps thoughtlessness.  But I think he thought he could get away with a very self-centered and polluted agenda, so it was purposeful. (Though he couldn’t believe that I would ‘take offense.”  Hah!)   Boundaries are something that every one needs, and why is it so damn hard for most of us women to remember them and put them into action at the immediate time and proper place?  I think it is because our shock that the Bubbas Of The World  would violate them without thought or consideration. It’s because some very stupid men think that they can and it’s acceptable to do so.  Showing me a picture of his naked wife on his phone was just the beginning of the offense.  What a wanker! His poor wife.  And this man thinks he can be taken seriously???  Jesus, good thing this badly aging man didn’t meet my husband.  He would have summed up the offense to me and taken care of the situation, probably in the usual way men deal with insults.  With their fists. Primitive but effectual.  But we don’t usually travel around with our husbands so we have to be alert and faster on our feet. And depend upon ourselves.   Applying boundaries again and letting the chips fall where they will.

But the fall is coming and I love the change of seasons….especially this one.  There is expectation in the air, a cooling of temps which is welcome in the Deep South, and I am ready.  The garden gave a lot of tomatoes and that is about all, but I am planning next year’s garden already.  A better one.

Except for the writing, nothing really new here, except I have slowly gone back to belly dance and the feared flamenco …..mostly for exercise…..with weights.  LOL! Ambitious a bit,, but it’s working.

Life can be a sharp learning curve.  I guess the point is to keep learning and pushing forward.

Lady Nyo



The soil has lost its excellence.

Worms hide in the

Deep sullen earth

I imagine curled up,

Embracing worm castings

And each other,

Desiccated former selves

Pale little ghosts

Awaiting the fertility of spring

The watering of a hard rain.


I squandered the bloom months

Thinking paper and pen

Would bring its own blossoming

Scarcely seeing the vitality outside


Allowing cabbage moths and beetles

To dominate

My nod to farming

To self-sufficiency,

My tithe to the earth.


The soil is hardened

By the sins of the season.

Sharp winds make


The cold buries down,

Deep, deep down

Torments, teases life

Who would show a feckless head.


Especially those hopeful worms

Now bundled in worm-sleep.


The words, verse,

I chose to cultivate

Over cabbage, collards,

Failed to bloom.

Better I had plied the hoe

And bucket to that

Than a fevered pen to paper.


It is now winter

And the fallow earth

Plays a waiting game

Knows I have failed

In pulp and soil

And mocks with a barrenness

I feel inside and out.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2014, from “Pitcher of Moon”, published by Createspace, Amazon, 2014

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8 Responses to “Life is Good.”

  1. CZ Says:

    I had time to sit at my computer the past two days and lucky me, you posted! What a pleasure to get an update on your life although I’m not too sure about the bdsm thing but it sounds like you’re doing well. ha! I love and value our friendship; you are a continual surprise and joy!

    Flamenco. Belly dancing. Erotica. Daffodils. Nuit, Nut, Neuth. Red shoes. Door jambs. Steps. Bones. Birds. Fish and lousy neighbors. Antique dealers. Poetry. Bullies and AssClowns. Politics. Prunes. Baseboards. Good men and bad. Children. Mothers. Narcissists. Aunties.

    These are the words I feel when thinking of you. ha! You probably don’t want to hear this but my daughter thinks you are awesome. She smiles whenever the word “Flamenco” comes up in a conversation or on tv, or even the radio. She smiles and says, “Lady Nyo!!”

    Congratulations on finishing another book and I look forward to what you have to say about Boundaries!



  2. Caliban's Sister Says:

    I’m so glad to read this post, Jane. Both about the novel, and that no beloved animal companions have died. I remember well the grieving of last year and the struggles to keep these companions going. A 30th wedding anniversary, and a wood burning stove. What a perfect metaphor for a deep relationship. And I adore the poem, as you know. One of your best, IMHO. Boundaries. women like ourselves need them more than anything else, perhaps. Another autumn approaches on the near horizon. And a summer passes w/o major trauma (aside from Bubba the douche). love CS


  3. ladynyo Says:

    ROTF…..”Bubba the Douche”. Great one!

    It seems that we both had a calm summer. And calm is good. LOL!

    Yes, you walked that sorrowful walk with me last summer when we lost Rose in June, Sophie in July and exactly a month later, my darling Thumper. Thank you, dearest of friends.

    Boundaries: Boy, don’t they keep coming up like undigested garlic? I think you are very right. Women like us need them more than anything else. The wounds of ACON existence make them invaluable.

    That woodburning stove will come in handy this fall: it means that Fred won’t have to take this one apart and re-glue it, and other annoying things. And the sacrifice is very much worth it.

    Not especially romantic, but romance is to be savored daily, not just on an anniversary, or perhaps we both sometimes forget the day (anniversary) or sleep through it before we realize….

    thank you, CS. It’s always go good to hear from you.

    Love, Jane


  4. ladynyo Says:

    I am wetting my pants right now at your list! ROTF!

    Oh, if it only was so easy. Hah! That Flamenco jazz is KILLING me. And are you crazy? I absolutely LOVE that your daughter associates me with the word Flamenco. The reality is rather….shabby, actually. LOL!

    Except for those Red Shoes I don’t dare wear. They are a recipe for disaster on slick floors. They remain happily (for both sides…) in their box.

    I’m going to send you a video for your dear daughter. It is a male flamenco dancer who makes the “Sevillanas” so easy looking. His technique is so beautiful. Dancing in his kitchen. Graceful, etc…and I tried to copy him until my teacher informed me that this was a MALE dance and I was a female. LOL!
    But by studying it….it made it plain and tangible for me….sorta. But it is so beautiful for any reason and I think she will enjoy it. You, too.

    I have become addicted to Kefir (even getting the Kefir grains yesterday and making Kefir in bottles today….Ugh…have to spice it with berries or story bought Kefir to swallow) And….

    To Media Something or other….a Spanish tv program with salsa, lots of hip movements, Spanish looking babes with little clothes, some good videos and music, and ONE rather Flamenco looking video with this Igelias Somebody….good singer, and there are fine dancers in this. I pick up weights (only 3 lbs) and attempt to knock myself in the eye with them. But over a month,…(this is my recess from the book) I dance around the house scaring the cats, dogs and a few stray chickens who dare to sneak in. I think they like the salsa music. LOL!

    I wondered where you had gone…but glad to see that this summer is rather placid for you, too. At least that is the best sometimes we can hope for.

    Boundaries….well, I know that I keep violating them….LOL! So they must be in the frontal cortex somewhere….hah!

    That article could be written so much better by you and a few other gals I know….hint, hint. But you probably have it on your blog anyway. And I bet it is seminal.

    Love, Jane….just rolling around in the gore and bloodshed of the book. And the violence. A Supreme Narcissist gets it good in the gut. We will all stand and cheer his demise.


  5. CZ Says:

    We’ve had a hectic summer with many tasks to complete before the winter. Not having a husband has its drawbacks, ha! The maintenance work has added up and I’ve been wearing my toolbelt for weeks.

    My nephew started a Tai Chi class so I found a YouTube video and that’s what I’ll be doing to get myself in better shape. Right now, I look like a wobbly fat lady trying to be hip and edgy. I’ll keep you updated on my progress and won’t be trying any fancy moves next to door jambs and stairs.

    Are you using Kefir grains or the powder? How funny that I recently started making Kefir too. I’m using a powder from where I buy bacteria for yogurt—the sweet yogurt is so good you’ll never go back to store-bought!


  6. ladynyo Says:

    Hi Sweetheart…..sounds like you have had quite a summer. Mine has been indulgent. It’s generally too humid or hot to go out much, so I get stuff done in the house. Fall is the time for outside down here. Husbands…..they definitely have two sides to them. LOL!

    Kefir grains…milk kefir. Oh…sweet yoghurt. I am drinking kefir because it is supposed to lower blood glucose. handy if you are a diabetic, which I am. I made the first two jars tonight..well, decanted them, scooped out the grains….Hey….how do you give the grains a rest…and yourself from the over flow of kefir? Do you put them in the fridge in a bit of milk?

    Well, Tai Chi class I read very recently is right neck and neck with any Yoga form. It reduces blood pressure and other good things…..It is a very valuable pursuit. I am glad your nephew and you are doing this…when I break my ankle from flamenco….drag me in and put me in front of the Tai Chi video.

    LOL! I love your description … are too hard on yourself. Let others do it for you.

    Love, Jane


  7. TR Says:

    Congratulations on the book and 30 years! That is wonderful! I’m glad to hear summer has been well except for Bubba 😉

    I am looking forward to what you have to say about Boundaries as it is timely to me and the new book! Hugs, TR


  8. ladynyo Says:

    Hi TR! I put aside the article on boundaries….and am writing on “Courage to Create”…’s based on some of my reading of Dr. Rollo May and his book by the same title. It’s lucid and dense, and something I have tried to fathom for myself for years…decades. We will see. Will post it after I finish with “The Zar Tales”.

    Thanks so much for reading.

    Hugs. Jane


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