Clear as Mud Part 1: CLEAR Memoirs, #1
By Fran Stewart
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Fran Stewart, award-winning and national best-selling author of the Scot Shop Mysteries and the Biscuit McKee Mystery Series, delights us with her unique take on life through these "mini-memoirs," a collection of her daily musings from the first few years of her Facebook author page. Since nobody wants to scroll back and back and back, we've compiled most of her posts in this CLEAR Series. Clear as Mud Part 1 and Part 2 cover up through 2018
Her 2019 mini-memoirs will be found in Clearly Me, and the ones from 2020 in Crystal Clear.
Whether you read them straight through or approach the books more like a smorgasbord—skipping around and tasting one entry here and another there—you'll find that the Fran you meet on these pages is sometimes thoughtful, sometimes whimsical, but always thoroughly entertaining.
Grab a cup of tea, sit back, and prepare to make friends with an author who always delights her readers.
Fran Stewart
Fran Stewart lives and writes quietly in her house beside a creek on the other side of Hog Mountain, northeast of Atlanta. She shares her home with various rescued cats, one of whom served as the inspiration for Marmalade, Biscuit McKee's feline friend and sidekick. Stewart is the author of two mystery series, the 11-book Biscuit McKee Mysteries and the 3-book ScotShop mysteries; a non-fiction writer's workbook, From the Tip of My Pen; poetry Resolution; Tan naranja como Mermelada/As Orange as Marmalade, a children's bilingual book; and a standalone mystery A Slaying Song Tonight. She teaches classes on how to write memoirs, and has published her own memoirs in the 6-volume BeesKnees series. All six volumes, beginning with BeesKnees #1: A Beekeeping Memoir, are available as e-books and in print.
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Clear as Mud Part 1 - Fran Stewart
Introduction
Ispent several years being a bit wishy-washy about Facebook. I’d check it occasionally but was never too enthusiastic about it. Even when I put together a separate FB page for my posts as an author, I didn’t adhere to any particular schedule.
Gradually, though, the author posts became a good way for me to keep in touch with my friends and readers, so I started paying more attention to what I wrote and when I wrote it.
Throughout 2014, my health went gradually downhill—not that I noticed it really, but I began to get more and more tired as each day passed. For someone who has for years been attuned to the messages my body gives me, I was being particularly dense.
Finally, I decided to book a trip to Mexico to see the Monarch butterflies. Maybe I need some time away,
I thought. Only trouble was, that trip had to be cancelled because of increasing violence in that area of Mexico, which left me with a credit from the airline. The caveat was that I had to take another trip within one year.
So I called my friend Jan in Hawai’i and asked if I could come visit.
Three weeks,
she said. You have to come for three full weeks. Otherwise, you’ll end up recovering from jetlag just in time to turn around and head home.
I scheduled a three-week trip. Jan took the opportunity to book a speaking engagement for me at her local library in Hilo.
So I went.
Jetlag,
I thought the first few days.
Maybe something you contracted on the plane,
Jan suggested when I couldn’t get my energy level up. We took a lot of very slow walks. I took a lot of pictures. And I posted almost every single day on my FB author page. I loved seeing Jan, but I felt lousy the whole time.
The you-know-what didn’t truly hit the fan, though, until I was on my flight home. Don’t worry, you’ll read all about it in a few pages.
The upshot of this whole experience is that I began to see my posts as a mini-memoir. And since nobody wants to scroll down and down and down, and then up and up and up, just so they can read the thing in chronological order, I decided to make it easier for you.
Now, though, even if you enjoyed all that scrolling, there’s no way you’d be able to go back to Facebook to find these, since I eventually deleted my entire FB presence—I don’t like the idea of their selling all my info to advertisers.
So here it is, my gift to you—my memoirs. I hope you enjoy them.
And a p.s. – Something about the file size prevented me from putting all of Clear as Mud into one e-book file, so I’ve had to break it up into two parts. This one goes partway through April 2018, at which point the story continues in Clear as Mud (part 2)
January 2015
Arrival in Hilo
January 10, 2015 – Had to say hello to the gorgeous ocean. Once we were home, a little friend climbed onto Jan's arm.
Hilo Library
JANUARY 15, 2015—Did you wonder where I've been for the past five days? Dying (or feeling like it) in Paradise is not what I'd recommend for the first week of a vacation. Must have caught something on the plane. I did make it to the Hilo Library yesterday, where I was scheduled to speak for an hour. It was a small but enthusiastic audience, and I'm so glad I made it through without coughing too much. Feeling slightly better today.
Cassie Hernandez was one of the audience members who had a great time. And the lei I wore (not too visible against the bright muumuu) has incredible detail.
Peridot’s Pregnancy
JANUARY 16, 2015 – Jan and I took Peridot, Jan's pregnant toy poodle, to the vet today for an X-ray of the babies. Four definite spines and 1 or 2 maybe spines in that little tummy. Loved looking at the delicate vertebra.
Between two poodles, two cats, and multiple geckos and anoles that live on the ceiling and the screens and the walls . . . there's lots of wonderful life in this house!
p.s. I delighted in watching the entire birth process—and helping Jan when she had to cut through the third baby’s enveloping membrane. The mom was just too pooped by that point to chew it away from the baby. And here’s the first baby (Pearl) a few days later and a snuggle-bundle of three, resting up from having birthed.
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JANUARY 20, 2015 – Headed to a hula lesson in about half an hour...
They offered to let me dance along with them, but after about ten minutes I was too pooped, so I sat on the floor and watched.
Then we went home, and I watched the puppies. They’re so squiggly squirmy.
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JANUARY 23, 2015 – Visited the Kilauea Volcano today. The caldera is enormous. We were inside the caldera but couldn't approach too close to the active lava crater. We were there close enough to sunset that I got photos of what it looks like in the daytime (nothing much except lots of steam rising from a hole in the ground) and at night when the lava way at the bottom of the crater reflects on the clouds of steam rising from it.
The visitor’s center was crowded, but I managed to have a brief conversation with one of the park rangers who told me that on quiet evenings, if the wind is from the right direction, she can sometimes hear the lava bubbling.
So, wonder of wonders, as night fell and the steam over the crater glowed, I stood up on a stone bench, called for everyone’s attention, and told them what the ranger had said. Would you be willing,
I asked them, to be absolutely quiet for about three minutes? Maybe we’ll be able to hear the lava.
Those who didn’t speak English somehow or other found people to translate for them, and everyone—yes, every single one of us—zipped our mouths and quit shuffling around. The silence was intense. The expectation was palpable.
It couldn’t last, of course. But we got in at least three minutes. The wind must not have been quite right, so we never really heard the bubbling, but it wasn’t for lack of our trying. And simply watching the shifting reflections of the molten rock in utter silence was truly magical. So was the cooperation between people who moments before had been total strangers to each other.
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JANUARY 31, 2015 – So - I can hear you asking, where did Fran disappear to for the last week? Good of you to ask. I've been in a hospital in Houston – the ER, the ICU, and finally, a high-risk ward. Just returned home today. I'm trying to get my energy back. Will tell the whole story in a day or two (or three). Give me some time – and please continue the positive thoughts / prayers / good vibes / candles – whatever works for you.
February 2015
United Flight Attendant Saved My Life
2/1/2015 – This banyan tree at Wailuku River State Park is easily 500 years old, maybe much more. That one tree has formed a grove – all attached, all one tree, but when I threw up my hands in sheer glory, I was standing between the root-joined trees in a clearing that was a hundred or so feet in diameter. It was the holiest ground I've ever stood on. I'm glad I contacted that energy on that particular day.
A few hours later, I was on an airplane headed to Houston. I couldn't sleep well throughout that night flight, and about two hours outside of Houston I began to be very uncomfortable. When the flight attendants came around with morning juices, I told one of them that I was having trouble breathing. He brought me a tank of oxygen. With the mask on my face, I began to feel much better.
Another attendant came by and asked if I'd like to be checked by paramedics when we landed. No, I'm breathing just fine now.
You see, I knew a paramedic visit would mean nobody else could get off the plane until the problem
had been handled. I didn't want anyone to miss a flight because of me – and I had only an hour layover before my flight home.
She came back a few minutes later. The pilot says we'll be arriving 15 minutes early. Are you sure you don't want to see a paramedic?
No, really.
I took two deep breaths. I'm doing okay now.
A few minutes later she was back. May I take your pulse?
I lifted my arm. Within seconds she had both her hands on mine. If you've had trouble on this big plane,
she said, you won't enjoy the next flight. It's on what we in the industry call a Barbie Doll plane – it's real skinny and bounces all over the place.
Before I could object (again), she said, Honey, I'd feel a whole lot better if you let me call the paramedics. Would you do it just for me? Please?
So I said yes.
Turns out my pulse was bouncing between 174 and 90, back up to 128, 70, 163, 35. And the EKG looked like an earthquake had hit.
That flight attendant had figured out exactly how to get me to do what she felt was necessary. She saved my life. I don't know her name, but she was on United Flight 252 Honolulu to Houston on January 26/27 (overnight). If you know any of the crew on that flight, please pass the word on. Better yet, please share this post with anyone you know – the word is bound to get to her eventually.
I have to go take a nap now. I'll be back sometime to tell you the rest of the story.
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2/3/2015 – As soon as the paramedics saw my heart going crazy on the EKG, one of them said, We’re taking you to the hospital, ma’am.
No! I have a flight to Atlanta to catch in less than an hour.
He looked at me long and hard, all the while packing up his little EKG machine. No, ma’am. You have an ambulance to catch in less than two minutes.
The ER at Memorial Hermann Northeast Hospital was a scramble of activity, but I lay in a fog as they X-rayed my heart, did a CT scan, took blood and urine, and who knows what else. At that