Four More Years

                                         Four more years of love.

Nora

I hate it when you wake up in the morning and find someone whom you really liked died, and you didn't even know they were ill.  So this morning, on Day Three of my summer vacation, I was totally saddened by the news that one of my favorite women in the world, Nora Ephron, had passed away.


She created so many of my favorite movie moments, no less one of my favorite films, You've Got Mail.



"I was hoping it was you." has to be one of the most touching closing lines in film.

          


Loved the Book Store Around the Corner.  Brought back part of a childhood I had, going to the library in the summer, and part of one I wished I had had.  I always cry at the part when Meg Ryan looks into the bookstore and imagines she sees her mother dancing with her and twirling her around.

Adored the film Michael, especially the scene where John Travolta dances.



"I'll have what she's having."

Julie and Julia-Bon Appetite!



Three of my favorite women together.


After hearing the news this morning, Billy Crystal remarked, "Sadness reigns." I agree


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First Day of Vacation

That was yesterday.  Learned how to crochet a circle. 

Today has been pretty much like this.  I am digging it though. 

Don't feel sorry for me.  I don't go back to work until the end of August.  I have days to burn.

Improved?

If I had a classroom I would have snapped this fellow up

Ladies Taylor? Ouch!

This is what I am naming my next dog.

So Blogger has "improved" the interface for my blog and so I am in learning mode all over again.  Swell.  That I discovered when I went to Brimfield and went to post pictures with comments.  My daughter has been suggesting I switch to Tumbler for years, and I might.  Moving text and pictures used to be a snap.  Now, not so much.  Well here are a few more pictures from Brimfield.  Enjoy!

I have a box in the basement marked CIRCUS and my kids think I am crazy because of it, but this would go in that box.

Bought a trio, cup, saucer, and cake plate from this vendor.  When I mentioned my love of tea, she said in her proper British accent, "Would you like a cup?  I just put the pot on."  Loved it.

Would love to see these on my deck, but it is currently being torn up to be replaced.  Hear the hammering?

This seemed liked a great deal.



In honor of Her Majesty's 60th I should have bought at least one.

Snapped those up.

There was a lot of furniture and accessories painted in flat paint, drab tones.  Looked fabulous.

An old set dolled up.  Loved the branches that had little glass vases wired on with hydragena.  Lovely

That Happy Holiday Season

Christmas comes to the front door with bows and garland.The tree is trimmed and carols float on the air.

The table is ready for the next gathering.

Silver reminds us of the snow outside.

Light the fire to keep us cozy.

Skookum

Years ago, while waiting for my daughter and son to have their swimming lesson at the YMCA, I flipped through the pages of a local free newspaper. There I found a column entitled Free Will Astrology by Rob Brezney. Among his pearls I recognized some truths, some posibilities and questions. For example, this week the horoscope  for Aquarians reads:" Your new vocabulary word for the week if 'skookum,' a term from the Chinook Indians that is still used in some parts of British Columbia and the Pacific Northwest." Skookum means "in cahoots with good spirits" and, after what I experienced today, I would say that must be true. But Rob knew something big metaphysically was about to happen to me. A month or so ago he wrote that in the near future I would have an experience that would put me in touch with "otherness." And over the weeks that prediction has crossed my mind.  I wondered, where is it? I found out on my way to work this morning.

I, along with thousands of fellow New Englanders, travel a road know as the Merritt Parkway, aka Route 15, to get to work. This road was constructed in the 1930's and its claim to fame is that all if its bridges are different and lovely.  It is a National Historic treasure.

Well, today, as I was about to drive under one of these bridges, a steel girder fell onto the pavement. I swerved into the right lane immediately and was grateful that there was no one there to hit.  I was confused as to whether I should pull over, or call someone (whom?) or what.  I kept on driving when I saw a van and a sports car slow to stop.  I put the thought of the near disaster for me out of my mind, as I was driving to test a student at a school dedicated to students with learning disabilities.  I could not be upset for him.  The experience hit me, however, when I returned to my office building and I could not help but to share the story with friends and co-workers.  Returning to my office, I went to place my car keys into the pocket of a raincoat that I have had for many seasons.  For the first time I noticed a label that had been sewn into the pocket.  It read: Life is a journey.  Stay warm.  Keep dry.  If there was an iota of doubt about the fact that I was being protected by "otherness" and today was not my day to die, it evaporated upon reading the message in the pocket. 

Life is a journey.  Stay warm.  Keep dry.

The Garden

I am particularly fond of a pink, blue, and purple palette, accented with yellow and white. The thing is, I love flowers, so that makes me susceptible to any pretty little thing in bloom. I have Bee Balm that is a glorious red and a Lupine that is terracotta. These iris are ones my mother bought from a man who was selling them road side. Irises are funny, because they bloom for such a short period and melt in the sun or rain. I had some pink ones with brown centers planted by a wall, but they would bend over the wall and look terrible in no time flat. I hoiked them out last weekend. I usually transplant, however when plants fail to please me year after year, out they go to the compost pile. My yard seems big to me, but it is only about an acre. Still, that is way too much to keep neat and tidy. Our borders are laced with bushes and trees, and on one side is a steep drop to a white pine stand. There are various spots where my husband has created paths that lead deeper into the woods. They always look a little mysterious to me, even though I know where they lead. I once read an article that showed what happened to a well maintained and manicured garden that was left unattended for just three years. Nature had taken over and it was hardly identifiable. I wish nature would slow down a bit so that we could catch up. This morning my husband reported that there was feasting in the back 40 last night. We have been successful in keeping the nibblers at bay, but the garden obviously needs another spray with deer repellent. A fantastic one, Deer Stopper, smells lovely, works well and only needs to be applied monthly. That is the one I use in the front of the house. My husband uses Deer Solution in the back. We have been running our own trials, to see which works better. I am in the lead, because I have a system. I apply it at the beginning of the month, so I don't forget. It is the same system I use for remembering to give Lacey her Heartguard. Looks like I better give my better half a hand, if I want to enjoy my garden this summer.

Spring

Peonies, irises, foxglove, poppies and primrose. All lovely lookers of my spring garden. The lady across my side yard, I wish to call it my meadow, stands in her yard and sips her coffee while gazing on these beauties. I am creating an enclave of magic with each selection planted. I am lucky to have a wonderful, handsome husband to tuck each in for me. As soon as the pollen passes I will be able to spend more time out there. It has been a dreadful spring allergy-wise. We have planted 10 boxwood, a dozen or so hydragena, 3 holly (one prince to pollinate 2 maids), 8 heather, with many lupine, dahlia, pinks, English daisies, Solomon's Seal, Cosmos, Cleome, fragrant Heliotrope, astilbe, hosta, and many others, including an Indigo bush! I replaced the English lavender that disappeared a few years ago and snuck in a French lavender, one with much longer stems. If it survives it will be choice to weave lavender sticks with ribbons as sachets for my closets.
The poppies remind me of a friend I had who lived in Darien. His mother had a huge bed of poppies and when they were in bloom he would invite me for a picnic in the backyard by the poppies. He was a talented actor, singer, composer who died of AIDS early in his life. I continue to be reminded of his at this time of year.

He and I were in community theatre together. One show, The Fantastics, I played the Indian Who Died and he played the male lead, The Boy. A few years later my husband and I had the thrill to sit in the small Sullivan St. Threatre and watch him recreate that same role. He was like the brother I never had. I think of him frequently and still miss him always.

Adieu, Adieu

My darling little Dell laptop that has been my soul and my highest inspiration...okay maybe not all that, but I did think I would shed a tear or two when it bit the dust, has died. I think I actually lost part of my life with that death. But then I thought of my friend Dolores, whose house burned down last summer, and the loss of the contents of my computer paled in comparison. Get a grip girl!

I recently heard about a study done that evaluated the happiness of people around the world. Guess who won? The Danes! The reason? Not the crappy climate and lack of sunshine, but their happiness was closely correlated with health levels, followed by wealth, followed by the provision of education. So people with really good health care, a higher GDP per captita, and access to education were much more likely to report being happy. FYI, the USA is #23 on the list. The nations of my forefathers and foremothers (Sweden and Ireland respectively) were ranked 7 (Sweden) and 11 (Ireland). That explains the longing for the homeland....

In that vein I was recently gifted with a Great Wheel by my lovely daughter for Mother's Day. It is currently in my office, which I may be turning into a library. It is beautiful and came from a lovely little antique shop in Brattleboro, VT. It was not complete and needed a spindle assembly that I luckly got on Ebay. For a wheel this old they are rare! I was given a Schacht Matchless Spinning Wheel as a Christmas from my husband. I love it but have been unable to produce anything worth keeping. My plan this summer is to take some spinning classes, so that I will be prepared for the longing that overtakes me in the Fall and Winter. If I could learn to spin on the Great Wheel it would be a double bonus. It is also called a Walking Wheel, because one must draft the roving out, then stop the wheel, hold it up and walk toward the wheel to begin again. It is said that one walks 20 miles by the time a skein of wool has been spun. Two wheels. Does this mean that I am going to begin collecting spinning wheels? Where would I put them? That is my friend Madeline's essential question. I always think that If I love something that I can fit it in. I imagine myself in a large barn-like room, with a pile of golden straw, spinning and spinning....

Zombies

I was greeted this morning by my husband with the following.
Husband: "I am watching the funniest movie with Woody Harrelson about zombies. You wouldn't like it, because of the blood and gore, but if you could watch it with your eyes closed...."
Me: Why is there so much blood and gore?
Husband: Because they are zombies.
Me: That doesn't answer the question.
Husband: They are zombies Sharon.
Me: I know nothing about zombies. Why is there so much blood and gore?

Husband: Zombies eat people.

Me: Why?

Husband: Because they are zombies!

Me: Looks like I am going to have to Google zombie. Think Wickipedia has a zombie entry?

I found this on Don't Eat My Brain, an archive for zombie types.

That seems a little vague. There are many people I know that would fit this description. I could even fit that description on certain days.... Yikes!

Gots to order a 6 pack.

I Kissed a Dog and I Liked It

Can you blame me? This is my new Papillon Lacey. Tomorrow is our 2nd week anniversary. She is 4 years old and adorable. She follows me wherever I go, but she is smartening up about going up and down stairs. She waits to see if it will be worth the trip or am I really going upstairs to come right down again. I have knitted 4 sweaters for her already. They take no time to knit and can be very silly, as whatever I put on her is just fine with her. I also received a beautiful sweater and toy from a co-worker for her, and another gave me gift bag filled with treats and toys. So much fun!

Getting Lacey has helped me take at least 2 walks each day, something I never could find the time for before. I am also getting acquainted or reacquainted with our neighbors and have found some natural delights in smelling the evening air filled with wood smoke as it drifts out of a chimney or discover beautiful, tiny wild grapes in green, blue, and purple. They would be perfect cascading from a flower arrangement. I have begun to think of the neighborhood in a different way, like there is Ozzie's house (he is the dog at the end of the street), here comes Hunter (a German Short Haired Pointer), and will Ghost (a white Standard Boxer) be outside when we reach the cul-de-sac? All of this looking and walking and smelling gets us tired. Then one of us cuddles with a stuffed bird. Did I say she was adorable?

Da Blog

So these are the things that are on my mind tonight. I finished The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown the other day and I have to say, it was an enjoyable read. It was one of those books that, when I was not reading it, I was thinking about reading it. I also looked up about 300 details in the book, because that is the way I roll, and everything was legit. I am now wondering if I should have gone to Stamford with my spiritualist friend to visit the house that has a portal in the backyard.


Donald Trump rented out some property in Bedford, N.Y. so that Moammar Gadhafi could erect a bedouin-style tent for entertaining, according to a State Department official. Gadhafi had tried to pitch his famous tent in Manhattan's Central Park, which was a "no go" with city officials. Englewood, New Jersey didn't want him, nor did the Helmsley Hotel or the Pierre. I am not sure what "The Donald" was thinking then, or what his Bedford, N.Y. neighbors are thinking now.

Got my flu shot today and my pneumonia shot. I had pneumonia last year and the year before. Made me think I should put some effort forth on the prevention end of the deal. My mother always said an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Yes mother.

Caramel Cat Cakes

Karma is a crazy thing. Tonight my husband came home with an All Clad saute pan and it is a beauty. Tomorrow he will return with a Le Creuset pan or two. These are pans that I have waited a long time for and now they are just rolling in the door. When you like to cook pans matter, and I like to cook. I passed this onto my daughter, who called earlier this evening and explained that a fiasco had transpired last night in her new East Village apartment. If I am correct, my 2 car garage is the same size as her new place. She, however, forges on. She is a Taurus, enough said. She discovered that her new oven could not accept 2 cupcake tins, nor could it support one sitting on the top burners, when they were placed there when the prior fact was discovered. I really think youth helps here, because at that point, when the second tin of cupcakes that would not fit in the oven turned over on the top burners, I would have grabbed my purse and cat and moved. She saved 4 cupcakes and poured the rest of the batter in a loaf cake pan. As she related this story to me, a picture formed in my mind. I only wish I could really draw.

Daily Demands

So sure, I knew that going back to work would be a pull on my time and make blogging difficult. I didn't figure in all the errands that I would have to run after school, all the socializing I would have to do, and my daughter's move to a new apartment in the East Village. Sorry blog followers. I know I hate it when I am following a blog and then...nothing. But today I have some pictures that may entertain you.

This is the sunset at my beach a few nights ago, when I was not blogging. The moonlight shining on the water, the night when I was not blogging.

I had my honey at my side and a glass of Cabernet in my hand.

The new floor and wall in the kitchen where I work. Some are made angry by the color of the floor. I just wonder why? Then, there is the gate of the collective garden that my daughter calls "The Secret Garden." It is next to her new building, has a fire pit, one hears running water, and there are hidden stone benches and picnic tables for neighbors, who join, to use. She wants to join immediately, to get some bulbs in before it gets too late. I have already bought bags of narcissus, hyacinths, and leucojum. I can totally understand where she is coming from. I think perhaps a nice apartment warming present would be a basket of bulbs. But I think I will wait until after moving day.