A few days ago we had our first snow. It started with a blustery wind and chunks of snow that blew around the yard. About half an hour later it was over. The few flakes had already melted as the temperature rose to the high 30s. We went to the gym, we fed the dogs, and I settled down at the table with my computer, answering and writing emails. I had sent a number of emails to friends the day but some of them had not arrived . . . gremlins at work, so I was trying to reconstruct them. Continue reading
Twas the night before Christmas and in Marla’s house, we were busy preparing for a day that would not interest a mouse,
For we had no presents, no tinsel, no tree, just two grown up people in wait for a day that was free,
Our fridge was packed, our house nice and warm, as we hunkered down for a quiet day outside the norm,
No children were waiting, no brew was chilling, as we eagerly looked forward to a day that was thrilling,
When what on our lawn did we spy from the door but some deer, a grouse, squirrels, and wait . . . birds galore!
As darkness descended on our small village street we heard the sound of peace, joy, and a new day to meet.
So my virtual friends I send you a warm greeting, in hopes that one day we may be meeting,
And wishing you all a joyful weekend, filled with family, food, good cheer and old friends.
Today we returned from a week of vacation. We were visiting family in Florida for an extended Thanksgiving holiday so I haven’t been blogging. This will be a short blog so you know I haven’t completely dropped off the face of the earth. I’ll get back to a more regular schedule once I get unpacked and catch up with email and phone messages. I don’t know about you, but when I am away from home for more than two or three days, it takes me some time to get back to my routine. Things pile up, and yet life has to go on. Continue reading
As you know my days have been taken up caring for Shiloh and helping him recuperate. Friday the 13th was the first day he slept through the night. It’s been a long time since I had babies waking me up, so I’m pretty devoted to the good night’s sleep. For him, though, I’m willing to get up multiple times as he shifts around to get comfortable. The day ahead seems promising with so auspicious a beginning. Boy, was I wrong . . . Continue reading
Saturday at Rhinebeck means lines and crowds and waiting for almost everything including the ladies room. Being a man at Rhinebeck has its advantages. Getting in and out of the restroom is the first, and getting a lot of attention from yarn-crazed women is another. My husband is a real trooper. He comes along with me to these fiber gatherings and doesn’t complain. He doesn’t always tag along with me, but that’s ok. There are some more manly things to do, like wine-tasting and watching the dog herding demonstrations. He comes home with some bottles of chile sauce and can eat whatever he wants. Continue reading
October is here and that means it’s time for my annual pilgrimage to the fiber mecca of the Northeast: Rhinebeck. Rhinebeck, New York is the venue of the New York Sheep and Wool Festival. Some people might argue that Maryland Sheep and Wool (MDSW) is a competitor for this title, but I would argue that Rhinebeck is special. Continue reading
I’m writing this late in the evening. Barkley and Shiloh are fast asleep, Barkley on his bed, and Shiloh on mine. We have had Shiloh for six years now, and every night we tell him to go to his bed, and every night he looks at us and goes back to sleep, and we have to either nudge him off the bed or carry him off. There are a lot of days in six years, and Continue reading
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday. I’m not at work and the days follow each other with nothing to distinguish them. Which days are better? The ones in which I get a lot done or the ones in which I relax and do not. What does it mean to get something done? Does it matter what I do each day? The short answer is that is does matter to me. In some parallel universe is another me watching what I am doing with my time, or more importantly, judging me for what I am not doing. So, being busy becomes “good” and doing nothing is not. Continue reading
Today is Friday and I was thinking about peaceful places. Sitting at home with nowhere to go is peaceful. Being outside with a breeze through the trees is peaceful. Sitting down to dinner with a home cooked meal that is also healthy is peaceful. What about all those other annoying tasks you have to do that can impinge on your peace? How about paying bills or washing dishes or picking up dog poop. Ok, that’s kind of a gross image, but you know what I mean, if they do it you have to scoop it. We all find different things peaceful. For example, I find pulling weeds relaxing. Continue reading