Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Dog, the Adolescent

He stands poised, ears erect, at the edge of wide cart path, staring into the woods.
A chipmunk, a squirrel, a robin, even, catching his momentary interest.
But it is only momentary. Less than a minute, really. Waiting for a signal.
Waiting for a louder call into the woods -- the tipping point to the chase.
It doesn't come.
Instead he hears, let's go dog! and his wild revelry is broken.

Thirty feet later, he does it again.


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

The Accordian Job

Every year one of the churches in our town holds a country fair in September. Every year we innocently go to this fair and poke around. Every year we come home with bags of books: books we've heard of, books we've had, books with recipes, books with pictures, books with hardcovers, books with paper covers, book without covers, books, books, books.

Well, you get the idea.

This year, in the spirit of decluttering, minimizing, and cleaning, I've decided we need to pull an accordian job at the fair.

This accordian player finishes a gig, throws his accordian into his car and starts home. On the way he stops at a convenience store to get a drink but forgets to lock his door.  He comes out of the store, opens the car door and shouts, "Oh no! It's happened again!".
In the backseat now sits two accordians.
I wonder if they'll notice the book table getting more full each time we pass.

I just hope this isn't there.

Friday, September 2, 2016

10 Things I Learned (or Confirmed) By Walking Every Day.


  1. If there is a woods option, take it.
  2. There is usually hiking or walking path within 30 minutes of wherever you are. Use technology to find it. 
  3. I am the only one enamored of shadow pictures.
  4. Walking alone is restful, unless you are particularly restless.
  5. What's more exhilarating than pockets of warm and cool air as you walk? Pockets of good and bad smells. (Well exhilarating might not be the best word for the bad ones.)
  6. Proper footwear should never be discounted.
  7. It is much harder to walk on a very humid day is than it is to walk the rest of the year -- even through snow and rain.
  8. Walking with friends is great! Walking with my dog is great! Walking with my dog and my friends and their dogs does not work for me. 
  9. I have gone from timing how fast I can walk to exploring how much can soak in. I'm not sure that's a good thing. I suppose it depends on my objective, which was to walk every day for a year. No more no less.
  10. Walking everyday makes me happy.


Thursday, September 1, 2016

Transients

With all of my interest in interior design, my quest to be at rest, comfortable in an aesthetically pleasing space, my fascination with dual purpose pieces and multi-functional furniture, you'd think that my house would be a perfectly designed and lovely haven.  Not. Even. Close. I've given it some thought and it's the convertibility thing, I think. Everything is in a state of flux. Those who know me know my stock phrase, "it's in transition."

So it really shouldn't surprise me that each of my children have lived in my house as if they were transients. But it does.

We've been lucky enough to have rooms for each of the children from a very young age (it was tough sharing with the screaming Mimi for two year, for which I apologize to the Boss). Each room was carefully designed and decorated to delight, comfort, and provide a quiet space to work, think, or read. We painted murals on the walls, including integrated chalk boards, sewed canopies, curtains, and stuffed palm trees! I wanted these rooms to be my children's haven.

Apparently, they were only my idea of a child's haven. My children, however, chose -- each in his own way -- to treat their rooms more like an AMC tent platform/transfer station. From sleeping in a sleeping bag on the bed so he wouldn't have to make the bed (a request I gave up years ago), to hoarding things under her bed in case the candy-apocalypse should come, to having her own "if it smells okay, wear it" clothing-pile boutique, each child made her room her own.

As the last child is poised to head off to college, I've begun to wonder what I should do with the now three, not quite empty bedrooms.  After a shake up in the room pairings, my other half has converted the smallest into the music room with great success. Both he and my youngest have spent hours and hours in there filling the house with music. But two rooms remain without purpose.

My immediate task is to change the boutique from the pile-it system to something more livable and inviting for when she brings home friends from college (again - my idea of what she needs), and the other into a real guest room, unoccupied by metaphorical candy wrappers. Once those transitions are completed, maybe I'll be bold enough to introduce that white damask duvet cover in my own restful haven.