Be Jane, 4/23

I was weeding the home economics stuff today..cookbooks, home repair, sewing and such..and I came across a book that was put together by an outfit down in LA that empowers women to handle power tools and feel good about tearing up their homes. "Be Jane" was the phrase those gals had on their t-shirts in the photo spreads. In fact, there were a lot of "Janes" in that book, least ways, that was the middle name they were sporting on their bios when they chronicled their various power tool adventures.

It's the little things like that, like that whole Jane business that draw me in, that carry me up and away and out of my day. Yeah, damn yer eyes, M. I sat out my yearly evaluation and thought better than to mention you even sideways. On the way home I waited for the light and thought I saw you pass, but the wahini doll was missing from hte dash and besides I know you would have honked, or, at the very least, hit your brake lights. I took in lunch, stood before the living room windows and watched eagles fly over the inlet, then went back to the computer to find out more about Be Jane.

Be Jane. How could you not be? You are truly the only Jane I know who's worth her salt. I still remember an early note from you, one you wrote to me right after I set up your lovelandtokrl63 email box. In it you chronicled a typical day, told me all about house cleaning and new carpets and company that was coming in from out of state. You gave me the rundown of all that needed doing in preparation of that company's arrival..bathrooms that needed cleaning, food that needed prepping, endless things that needed doing, seeming by the only adult in the house that could handle them. I think I remember you telling me that you saved toilet lid replacement, maybe even some plywood assignment in the attic space for the man of the house but, outside that, I don't think there was a thing that needed handling that you couldn't or didn't do.

Truly you are a one woman outfit. A force to contend with. You could teach those Janes down in LA a thing or two about how Colorado transplants handle housework and entertaining and such. You were and still are the real deal.

So, take a look at the link below, find out what else those other gals are doing. Maybe you need to brush up on your table saw techniques, but, then again, I doubt it. I still remember the day we lopped wood together in the living room with my miter saw. You were a true hustler back then, made that miter saw sing. Heck, call and ask for a t-shirt, gal. They should send you one for free. Hell, M you are the original "Be Jane" poster girl. Yeah, get that shirt and take a picture in it and send it to me. Preferably after a rough night's sleep or a hard day's bit of work around the house.

Face it, Jane, you can be my poster girl anytime.

Your WHMB

http://www.bejane.com/