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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Messy and Thrilling and Lovely, Too

Such a lovely thought and so beautifully, simply said.

I do love Brin's Messy, Thrilling Life.

My own life is a lot more messy than thrilling right now. As you keep reminding me, it's to be expected. Here's to a brighter day and a better week!

My mother's favorite Psalm was/is 139; mine is Psalm 100.

Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Listless

list·less adj \ˈlist-ləs\

Definition of LISTLESS:
characterized by lack of interest, energy, or spirit
*Example: Vee became listless, answered in monosyllables, gurgled, drank a great deal of whisky, and looked with hateful eyes at everyone. —Isaiah Berlin, New York Times Book Review, 12 Apr. 1987
*slight adjustments made and with all due apologies to the source.

There's no sense in my pretending that I am interested in much. I've made a few minor attempts and when they don't work out, I rapidly lose all interest whatsoever.

I left you wondering about the china cabinet. Here's the brief, brief story...


It's much too dark in there...


Still too dark and too much going on...



My future answer, you know, for when I'm not listless anymore...

It's just 8:19 in the morning, but perhaps I could treat myself to a stiff drink of coffee and another episode of Lark Rise to Candleford.

You have a great Saturday and a fun weekend!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Lark Rise to Candleford, Etc.

Last week, it was Downton Abbey, this it's Lark Rise to Candleford. (And for several more weeks to come, I'm sure.) I heard about this BBC program all over Blogdom, but didn't pay a lot of attention until reading more about it at the blog I mentioned on the Downton Abbey post. There I found out that I could watch all episodes on You Tube. (If you click on *this,* it will take you to Season 1, episode 1, part 1.) I have happily given myself over to it. I'm somewhere in Season Two and rapidly heading for Season Three.

This is because sometimes You Tube skips an episode or six if one is not really careful so I wound up missing a few in the beginning of the second season and must retrace my steps. It was a happy day when I found *this episode list* and so I've been able to keep myself straightened round. One other bit, the first season does not have the visual quality that subsequent seasons do. It is still well worth watching and is no fault of the program, rather the quality of the upload.

I'm not going to give a lot of background because others have done a better job. Barbara at Ramblings from an English Garden discusses it *here.* I will say this, I had supposed that the title had something to do with larks (birds) rising over Candleford. Hahahahaha... No, no, Lark Rise is the name of a community and Candleford is the name of a community so it would be as if naming your own city or town and adding the next nearest to it. My town and the next nearest to it don't have quite the same ring, but you get the point.

And the thing of all this is that I have sooooo much to do. I really don't have the time for all this Lark Rise business, yet I'm beyond helping myself. So I've decided to dig out the embroidery and at the very least give my hands something to do while watching.


In other news, I am pondering doing something about the "Give Thanks" cabinet.


Just thinking mind you, but that's better than a totally empty head. Perhaps next time you find me, I'll have acted upon this idea I have to...

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Rest of Yesterday's Story

Have been grinning that some have thought that yesterday's winter mosaic was the view from my window...I wish! No, John took me out to dinner after he'd been to church and we drove the back way over the ridge so that I might capture some photos of the foothills and beyond to the White Mountains of New Hampshire.

As a reminder, this is the scene that I see beyond my own windows...


I think my neighbor has the prettiest house in the neighborhood and I'm glad that it is my view.

On the other side, I have the pointed firs, which are the boundary trees between my neighbor to the east and myself...


Here's John standing beneath them just before we struck off for dinner.


It's so much fun to see him taking a cell phone call these days without any difficulty whatsoever. When he first got the cell phone, it would ring and he would jump straight into the air and usually drop it before retrieving his call. Actually, that was kind of fun, too. < insert sweet little grin here > Anyway, he's come a long way!


John had to drive some pretty mean roads for me to get my winter mosaic pics. I love that he is willing to suffer my directions and my frustrations and winter driving in general.

After lunch, we did some grocery shopping and then some flea market shopping. John loves shopping at the flea market. In fact, this is the mosaic that didn't make it yesterday. 


He's often the last one out and even then he doesn't want to leave. ;> All in all, it was a very pleasant day to be out and about. We must enjoy the time we have even if it isn't July with warm temps and low humidity. There are precious few of those kinds of days, right?

Have a happy day...


Sunday, February 6, 2011

A Winter Mosaic


No matter the cold or the storms that have come and will come again, this was a beautiful winter day.

For more mosaics, visit Mary at Little Red House.

Remnants



The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever. Isaiah 40:8

Have a blessed day...

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Saturday, February 5, 2011

Lost in a Fog

Thanks for leaving the light on for me. It was quite late when I finally was able to do some visiting. That's because I have been trying to find a home for so many items like a home for all the photo albums of the past 100 years. I always feel sad to see lost photos in a flea market; now I can see why it would be tempting to part with some of it. Don't worry, I'm banishing the thought even as I type it.

Now here is a breakfast table. I think so because of the syrup jug on the table. And here is little Vee at her high chair with her great-grandmother to her left, her beloved step-grandfather at the head of the table, her parents peeking out on the other side, and her darling Nan turned around looking at the camera. (Nan was only 46 in this photo.)

Let's take a closer look at little Vee. Ahhh, there she is. Some things never change. She's still lost in a fog. It appears that there's a battle of the wills going on as little Vee's plate is full of food and she's not touching it.


And here's a recent photo of the grands, John, and me. Note the hair. Some things just really do not change. I'm calling this one "artsy" because it's so out of focus. We're reading No, David by David Shannon. The grands think it's terribly funny and so do I. That's why I gave it to them and another book by the same author David Goes to School. Yes, another set of birthdays came and went. The grands are now five and four.


Where do the years go?




Friday, February 4, 2011

Messy

Life can be so messy. I'm speaking literally here. There's no way to keep ahead of it. A few days ago, I noticed that my bank's lobby looked like a sand pit. My own back door dumps opens directly into my living room and is in danger of looking the same way. If I were ever to design a home again, it would not be this way.



There's Molly. She tracks in a lot of sand, snow, and ice.


Here's my new door mat. You can see that each little trench is filled with snow and sand. The flat monkey was not tracked in; he actually lives here now.

Now this is one of my favorite solutions! A plastic boot tray filled with rocks. It really helps collect the boots and allows them to drip dry right there. After a couple of weeks, I rinse out the sand and start all over again. No, it's not my idea; I found it in a magazine (wish that I remembered which one). I know that Martha Stewart uses this idea with old cookie sheets, but I didn't want to risk the rust from metal, hence the plastic.

I hope that my reward for having a productive day at home...you know, actually getting some things done, will be visiting you. Catch you later!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Storms and Projects and Gifts

Things are coming around here slowly. Yesterday I cleared the dining room table and felt a great sense of accomplishment even if it's only temporary. In my home, the table can disappear for weeks at a time when I am in the middle of a project. The latest project/s are not complete. I am working on sending a video presentation of my mother's life to those who could not attend her memorial service and I am also working on the dreaded paperwork that comes with such events. I also have many notes to write.

Anyway... Where was I? Oh yes. The clearing of the table so that I could show you the second part of my gift from the lovely Vickie of Sand Flat Farm. A visit to Sand Flat Farm is always a treat. All except for that one little dead creature who looks at me making me feel like Mr. Parker in A Christmas Story when the duck is served at the Chinese Restaurant. "He's smiling at me."


Can you tell that I'm just frittering time away waiting for the light to come? True. I've already been up and have taken photos, but the light isn't good. So I'll chat some more.

Oh! Forgot to say that I've changed the arrangement in the living room with the painting and may have a better picture. Let's see...


Yes, that's a bit better I think. I like the painting having something to sit in rather than being propped.

Yesterday, John was up on the roofs again (yes, there are two distinct roofs up there) clearing snow. Perhaps I should clear this table too?

The storm fizzled out at 10.5 inches. So between the two storms back to back, we received about 14 inches of snow. Big whoop and nothing compared to the snow of the midwest and other places. No ice either. Phew. I hate ice.

And here's the rest of the story — this lovely embroidery done on flour sack material and hemmed with a feather stitch. I am going to be copying that idea. Thanks again, Vickie! My table hasn't looked this good for a long time. John was so pleased to have a spot at the table this morning instead of balancing breakfast on his knees before the tv.



Any eagle eyes notice that my table top is now painted? Just one of the many unfinished projects around here. It has two coats and needs two more and a glazing finish plus polyurethane. Some fine day, I'll be showing it completed. Until then, I'll cover it up with this lovely table topper.

A wonderful day to you...

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Such a Gift!

East Texas Scene

The quality of my photography is slipping, which is upsetting because this is such a sweet gift I received from Vickie of Sand Flat Farm. She describes this scene as an East Texas one that she loves driving by just to enjoy viewing that dear barn. Vickie is a very talented artist, I can vouch for that!

One thing that Vickie didn't know, but my family knows so well is that my mother had two wishes for 2011. First she wanted to visit my sister in New York. Secondly, she wanted to visit *her dear friend* in Texas. Perhaps that is another reason why this touches my heart so.


A Brighter Corner

My home is brightened not only by the painting, but also by the love behind it. Thank you, Vickie! I will treasure this gift always.

There's even more to show from Vickie tomorrow when the light will be better. It's a perpetual twilight here the past few days as one storm moves out and another moves in. Stay cozy!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Downton Abbey

Of course, you've all heard of Downton Abbey the *BBC production of which the first four episodes are available for a limited time only *here.* I have enjoyed the escape that watching an episode a day for four days has given me. Perhaps you will, too. Thank you, Aunt Amelia! (I learned about this program at Aunt Amelia's Attic on *this post.*) Season II will not be available until autumn of this year and then followed by a Christmas special. It's challenging to have to wait that long to find out what happens next. Filming hasn't yet begun so there are no spoilers anywhere to be found either. Looks as if I'll be practicing patience.

It's Not All About the House; It's All About the People

Enchanted Serenity Period Films is a lovely blog for learning more about any period piece. I see that Charley has a lot of information about The King's Speech as well as Downton Abbey. We went to see TKS over the weekend and enjoyed it very much in spite of the language.


~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~

Popping in the picture made the rest of my text go poof. I was chatting about the header and how I haven't had time to take photos. The flowers on my windowsill are remnants from the larger bouquets. I'm quite sure that I wished you a wonderful evening... If not, I do now!

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February 10, 2011
Edited to Add: I stand corrected. Downton Abbey is not produced by the BBC; it's produced by Carnival Films, which is a part of the NBC corporation, for the ITV network. (Thanks, Linds!)

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Deep Cold

To be warm in a warm room is nothing; but to be warm in an icily cold room is to taste a very special pleasure, a security in danger, peace in a storm. ~Elizabeth Coatsworth

Exactly. This is just how it is every sub-zero winter morning in the upstairs bedroom. There is no heat  there. Still, with fleece sheets, a comforter, a very heavy quilt, and another 98.6 body, it's perfectly delicious.

I used to feel sanctimonious about surviving deep cold. After all, I'm up heah in northern New England and it's flippin' freezin' and we're tough. Now that there are lots of folks way south of here who are struggling with snow and more snow and dipping temps, my superior attitude has had to be adjusted. I laughed so hard reading Sandi's post called Temper Temper! She describes this northern weather visiting the South so well. If you like a bit of spunk, spice, and sass (as I do), you'll love reading this.

Thought I'd answer any lingering questions...if you have any, feel free to ask. My sister stayed this week to help get some final things accomplished. Unfortunately, she became very ill with the flu. It'd be great if she could take another week, but I don't imagine that can happen. My nieces both have been ill as well so I'm hoping that it stops with them. (I've just learned that my daughter is also ill. Where's my echinacea bottle?)

My sister Molly has now become our little pup. She is 14 years old and I'm hoping that she'll be around for a good while longer. I couldn't handle another upset just now. She missed my mother terribly for the first four or five days, but seems to have settled down and has really bonded with John, though she's pretty fine with me, too. Anyone who has tips for living with and caring for a geriatric miniature poodle please comment.

We are finding that grief comes in waves. Sometimes we're fine, then we'll hear a song, be given a hug, receive a special card or call... Don't ambush me in the dairy aisle and tell me how sorry you are for my loss if you don't want tears. Tears come at the most inopportune times.

I am looking forward to getting back to normal blogging though it won't be for several more days. Until then, I hope to catch up with you in Blogdom. You're so entertaining!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Memorial Celebration


Today we will celebrate my mother's life on this earth and rejoice that we will see her again in Glory.

Thank you so very much! You have been more than kind, more than loving, more than good to me. I appreciate so much every comment, every note, every email. It is actually overwhelming in a warm and wonderful way. God bless you. 

The song below will be played today. It's become such a favorite with me and perfectly echoes my sentiments on this day.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Psalm 139

One of My Favorite Photos of My Mom

My beautiful mother passed away January 15, 2011. When I am able, I will share one final "Behind the Scenes" post as a way of documenting the experience.

Because her favorite scripture was Psalm 139, I share it with you now, even the parts where David tells exactly how he's feeling and leaves nothing unsaid.

You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
If only you, God, would slay the wicked!
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
They speak of you with evil intent;
your adversaries misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD,
and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
I have nothing but hatred for them;
I count them my enemies.
Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
This has been a long journey. I am in such shock that my mother is taken from us just ten short weeks after her own mother's death. Mother's passing this quickly was totally unexpected by any of us, including her doctors. My family and I are standing in need of prayers. Thank you and God bless you...

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