Wednesday, January 28, 2015

in which hilarity ensues at the manor

Most of you have seen my adorable little stove.
The one that the pups are usually 
lounging in front of.
Said stove had some issues the week before Juno hit. 
Leaving me lost and the pups and I were sort of chilly.
At the same time, I realized the heat in the addition
wasn't working. 

The day before the storm, the propane guys came out.
Spent the day on my little stove. 
It's perfect.
A part needs to be ordered for the other heat to work.
Nothing to fret.

The morning of the storm, I did my routine check.
Plenty of water for the pups and me.
I cooked rice and quinoa.
Roasted chicken and vegetables.
I had plenty of wine.

Last year I had been without power for a week.
I decided to fill the upstairs tubs with water.
Having a well and all
one must be able to flush.
A few minutes later I heard and saw water
coming from a ceiling fixture in the brick walkway. 
I tripped over myself running up
the stairs and let the water out
of the tub.

Note to self:
Replace the tub in the upstairs bathroom

Last night my faithful plowman came to do my driveway.
I was shocked by how much snow there was.
As he left I heard the 
beep, beep, beeping of the invisible fence unit.
A line had been severed.

Note to self:
Call in the morning

Time for bed. 

This morning was beautiful. 
A bluebird day.
I was truly trapped. The doors were snowed shut.
It was silly fun.

But the work had to be done.
Yoga pants on.
Another pair on.
Maybe my flannel PJ's over those.
Bean Boots, check.
Coat. Hat. Goves.
Only leather gloves.
Good leather gloves.

Note to self?

The snow was light.
Shoveling was pretty easy.
I am short, so getting to the top of my car?
Not so easy.

I decided to drive down to see how my road was.
Also to see if the mailman could reach the box.
In my mind, I thought,
"Pretty close, what if I just scoot in a little with my car...." hour later, after digging and digging and digging.
I was out of the pickle I got myself into.

Things are never dull.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Be Still 52


Oxford Dictionary defines this as
A painting or drawing of an arrangement of objects,
typically including fruit and flowers
and objects contrasting with these in texture,
such as bowls and glassware.

This year I am taking a Still Life class.
In order for me to do this I have to stop.
I have to take in all this is around me.
I have to stay in the moment.
I have to 
Be Still

I am not still. 
I am always thinking about what I am doing next.
Or what I should or could be doing.
Because of this,
I miss the beauty of the moment.
I miss my real thoughts.
My real feelings at that moment.
And so I begin.

Kim Klassen's Be Still 52
will challenge me.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Project 365~2015 Day 2 and 3

A little piece of Christmas
Day 2
It's funny how things change.
Our Christmas was like a wonderland.

There wasn't a bare branch on the tree. 
Christmas Carolers in every corner.
Stockings hung by the chimney with care.
And when we took things down, 
it filled a room.
It overfilled a room.

And now,
it fills a table.
Ornaments that were
wedding gifts.
An angel from our first Christmas.
Years of memories.
Even on this little table.

Day 3
Someday I will go to the attic.
Look through all the Christmas boxes.
But for now,
these will do.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Friday, November 21, 2014

My Thanksgiving

 Graham about to walk his sister down the aisle

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday.
I love preparing with the Macy's Parade in the background.

"When is Santa coming, mommy?"

We don't have a large family.
So for me,
it's a peaceful day.

No matter where we are.
New Jersey, Annapolis, Acton or here.

Today I am preparing for 15. 
Ironically my two will not be with me.

Both for very exciting reasons, 
but they won't be here.

Being a grown up is hard. 
Elizabeth Stone said it best;
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. 
It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."

I am grateful for the amazing lives 
Alexandra and Graham are living.
I am blessed for the life I have lived.
It is not one I would have chosen.
But out of it, there has been good.
I am thankful.

PS Tomorrow Alexandra and I are having 
a mini Thanksgiving. We are make our dressing 
and we will send it to Graham.
Even though we'll not be together,
it will taste yummy! 
I love you 

One of our happiest and most thankful moments this year

Photographs by Josh Adam Photography

Monday, November 3, 2014

Here is something you might not know about me.
I'm a Virgo
I don't fit a lot of the characteristics of a classic Virgo
But here's what I am.
A perfectionist.
For those of you who know me
and the coffee just came spewing out of your nose...
Not THAT kind of perfectionist.
I am the kind of perfectionist who
is renedered paralyzed if I don't think I am able to do things perfectly.

and the list goes on.

As we speak, I have three blog posts started and I am not ready to post them.

And so today,
I started another.
Although I am not a perfect photographer.
I seem to be ok with that.
The more I take photos, 
the more I learn.
The more I learn,
the more I appreciate what I am doing.
The other day I was nominated in a five day
Black and White Photo Challenge


All photos take by
Cheryl Sparks Photography