Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Find of the Weekend
I went wild over this poster board, silk-screened, found in Three of Cups in Bethlehem, NH. Bode Miller's mom sold it to me for $3.00. I love the baker with his jaunty chef's cap, textured rolling pin, vintage shoes and double pies on a tray! Check those eyes, that grin! He's almost as happy as I am.
Love the lettering too! How FRESH is Fresh?!
I think I'll dry mount this for my kitchen.
Love the lettering too! How FRESH is Fresh?!
I think I'll dry mount this for my kitchen.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Going Crazy with Spring
T observed today that we push dirt around a lot. I realize a lot of my life revolves around trying to get control over messes. We create them, then we try to sort them out. We try to make nature orderly. It's such a losing battle. Why do we do it? (btw, I know the answer partially...bacteria, disease and all)
This spring weather makes me frantic. All winter I have had only the house to keep orderly. Now the whole outdoors is screaming at me. Thin the woods, make more light for the fruit trees, expose the lake more, prevent the deer from eating my plants, prune the wiegelia, cut back the raspberries, hack at the weeds obstructing the path to the lake. Not to mention the garage, the attic, the woolens.
I look at my neighbors and see their varying styles. One is uberneat, one is more of the "throw it out the door and forget about it." sort. Most are in between. And what difference does it make, i ask you? We have no control ultimately.
Let's all meditate instead!
I love the vision of what the world would look like should humans disappear from the face of the earth. Good bye to consciousness and quests for order.
This spring weather makes me frantic. All winter I have had only the house to keep orderly. Now the whole outdoors is screaming at me. Thin the woods, make more light for the fruit trees, expose the lake more, prevent the deer from eating my plants, prune the wiegelia, cut back the raspberries, hack at the weeds obstructing the path to the lake. Not to mention the garage, the attic, the woolens.
I look at my neighbors and see their varying styles. One is uberneat, one is more of the "throw it out the door and forget about it." sort. Most are in between. And what difference does it make, i ask you? We have no control ultimately.
Let's all meditate instead!
I love the vision of what the world would look like should humans disappear from the face of the earth. Good bye to consciousness and quests for order.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Reflection
Yesterday was Pesach, or Passover, which is a holiday celebrated by my husband's family. We were twenty-fold for the seder and it was a comfort to be with family, to reconnect with people I don't see that often who are related to T. Poignantly, I also miss my own family, my children spread from one side of the continent to the other. I remind myself of my blessings, of which there are a ridiculous amount, but allow myself to grieve for the presence of those I love, those children who no longer are children, and more recently, their children, my grandchildren.
This afternoon, I was on hold or being re-directed, or re-stating my internet problems to India and then to Advanced Tech Support at Hughes Net. (Currently I am sitting in a neighbor's driveway who is closer to civilization in order to upload this photo.) Did I say for TWO HOURS with no results except, Sorry, Nothing we can do... ?
This is an inconvenience and as a grown-up, I remind myself that is very different from a PROBLEM. While I was waiting to be helped I read an account in The New Yorker of a man trapped in an elevator for 41 hours. Yes, FORTY ONE HOURS. That was a problem. He entered the elevator one person, and emerged as another. Four years hence, he has not recovered.
This afternoon, I was on hold or being re-directed, or re-stating my internet problems to India and then to Advanced Tech Support at Hughes Net. (Currently I am sitting in a neighbor's driveway who is closer to civilization in order to upload this photo.) Did I say for TWO HOURS with no results except, Sorry, Nothing we can do... ?
This is an inconvenience and as a grown-up, I remind myself that is very different from a PROBLEM. While I was waiting to be helped I read an account in The New Yorker of a man trapped in an elevator for 41 hours. Yes, FORTY ONE HOURS. That was a problem. He entered the elevator one person, and emerged as another. Four years hence, he has not recovered.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Mr Frog is my Valet
Mr. Frog holds my tools so when I need them I know just where to find them. 'Twas a gardening day yesterday and a bugless one too!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Snowless Deck
April 18 marked the very first day that the deck was entirely clear of snow! I swept it free of detritus, including leaves and loads of chaff from sunflower seeds under the bird-feeder. How satisfying to set the Adirondack chairs in place, ready for moments of repose. Abbie thought so too!
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