A Haven for Vee
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
Wednesday, November 10, 2021
1. How did you name your blog and do you now wish you had thought about it maybe another five minutes before hitting publish? Would you change your blog title if it were not a huge pain in the derriere?
2. What bill do you least like to pay?
3. What is your favorite word? Okay okay, calm down. How about one of your favorite words?
4. Is the glass half full or half empty? Elaborate.
5. Were you here for that very first Hodgepodge post? If so, were your answers then similar to what they are today? Tell us what was happening in your life in November of 2010?
6. Insert your own random thought here.
1. I know that I had the blog and the post and the decor, but I did not have the name. I needed something. Yes, I certainly do wish that I had stalled before hitting publish. Say, why do you ask? I tried changing the name to "Life on Autumn Avenue." It didn't fly.
2. Is there one that is fun to pay? I especially loathe paying the $pectrum bill because I do not watch tv. I use it only for WiFi.
3. Jesus—there's just something about that name.
4. In the natural, I tend to be a glass half empty or worse kind of gal; however, give me some time with good music, a good sermon or prayer, and things change.
5. No, I don't believe I knew about the Hodge Podge from the beginning. The earliest I can find is 2014.
In November 2010, my family said goodbye to my grandmother who had lived to be 101. After that, she was eager to head home, which she did on my mother's birthday. I missed her terribly as she had been a big part of my life for over fifty years, yet she is safely home and I will join her one day.
Why November days and domestic tasks seem perfect for each other I don't know. I have so enjoyed the light, the fading foliage, and the coziness of November. Some days, I go out to blow leaves or tidy the garden. Other days, I putter inside setting things in order.
Recently, I received a lovely, perfectly Novembery gift from Mary at A Breath of Fresh Air. It was wrapped so nicely in tissue paper with a ribbon and a card tucked inside. Mary thoughtfully included some extra yarn and the yarn wrap to show me the brand and the name.
Mary does beautiful knitting and enjoys having something to work on in the evening. If you have never visited Mary, you are in for a treat. Her photography is so good. You'll never see birds and squirrels the same way again.
I had promised her that I would put on my makeup when I shared my beautiful cowl. Unfortunately, I lied. If I ever get it together, I'll replace this. (I did run myself through the diffuser, Mary.) Thank you so much for the elegant cowl.
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Laurel had a birthday last weekend. She's making her age look great. The day before, she suggested that I pack my bag and go home with her (after the family gathering) so that we could strike out the following day for what has become our annual foliage drive. Yay!
Laurel lives north of me in Somerset County. We also drove around a good bit in Franklin County. At one point, we were just 21 miles from Quebec. Heretofore, all our foliage drives have been in Androscoggin and/or Oxford Counties.
So without further unnecessary chatter...
Thursday, September 30, 2021
Good heavens! It is past time to get a post out for September. The days go by so quickly. (Thing is, I am at a loss for things to say here as always lately.)
What do you consider your favorite posts, you personally, at your blog? Do you like putting together a Day in the Life? Décor? Recipes? Deep thoughts? Stories of days gone by? Faith for living? Travel? Book Reviews? Gardening? Something else? All of the above? None of the above? I'm truly stumped. To make matters worse, I no longer have a working camera. I have an iPhone: that's it. I find it incredibly limiting. Therefore, I take very few pictures and hardly any pictures of my peeps. Come to find out, my peeps have never enjoyed having their pictures taken. Do you still enjoy blogging? See what I did there with that question?
One thing is certain, I am sure that you don't enjoy reading someone whine over having nothing to say.
Two things happened in September that I enjoyed immensely. One was driving myself to my daughter's on Labor Day. You know how fearful I have been about driving too far or too long. She got nervous waiting for my arrival and came looking for me. No need. Even though I thought I was lost, I was not.
We enjoyed a fast hour of sunshine, then the rain struck with a vengeance. We couldn't even hear ourselves speak for the rain pelting on the tin roof. That's fine. The food was good.
Laurel had built herself a nice set of stairs rather than the stepladder you see below. I didn't take a photo of the stairs. Two people swam that day in spite of the chill and the rain. Emmanuel paddled about for some time and Sam jumped in and right back out.
Later, as we were readying ourselves to leave, Adam asked if I minded if Sam drove my car. My reply was, "As long as I'm not in it." It's been a long time since I was the parent teaching the teen to drive. ツ Sam did a fine job driving back to our hometown I am told and the car is just fine.
Then one early September day, my sister and I went to Owls Head on the coast. It is pathetic that I live so close to the coast, yet rarely visit, especially in summer.
We took a nice walk up hill and dale to see the lighthouse. My favorite part of that day was walking on the sandy, secluded beach we found after a very nice man gave us directions. We were practically the only people there. Perfection.
I am trying an experiment today by responding to each comment here over the next while. I know that most people don't return for such things. Still, I spend way more time commenting at your place than you spend here because I write so seldom these days. Maybe it will all even out. I am not saying that I won't be visiting your place. Oh, yes, I will. I am totally addicted to reading blog posts and have been for years. I'm just not as addicted, as I once was, to writing them.
Have a blessed end of September and a wonderful October!
Monday, August 23, 2021
This morning, I busied myself with battening down the hatches as we (figurative we) await Henri's slow arrival. He's wobbling in from Long Island, NY, but still, I don't want to sacrifice my flowers to any old tropical storm. My roses are cut and sitting on my windowsill.⬇
But no worries for some anonymous darling has sent me sustenance. Do you require comfort food in stormy weather? I'd really like to know.
P.S. Changes at Laurel's below...