Saturday, April 22, 2017

93

Well, I have been trying for weeks to troubleshoot it, but I just can't seem to upload photos here anymore. It's a known issue, it's not about amount of space in my account or anything, but just -- not working.  I am still taking photos every day, and potentially I will catch up if I ever get this straightened out. But that's why nothing's happening here for now.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Saturday, April 1, 2017

91

We decided to stay home today.

Friday, March 31, 2017

90

Dean is home this weekend to celebrate his birthday. Naturally the first order of business was presents.... He's taller than me by even more every time I see him, and he's extra happy these days after settling in enough at school to realize that the biochemistry major wasn't quite doing it for him. I think he needs just one more sign-off, and then he'll be an environmental and conservation biology major with a political science minor. Couldn't possibly be more delighted for him; there's a new spring in his step.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

89

Driving home tonight, I heard the radio weather report describe current conditions as, "38 degrees, under milky skies."  Milky skies. Never heard that on a weather report before, but it was totally and absolutely true. So very milky, even early this morning.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

88

Because I am perfectly willing to be motivated by a bucket.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

87

Long, dark days. I know it will pass -- the shine will shine, it will warm up, the work will get done.

Buying lottery tickets, and taking deep breaths. And keeping my Phineas and Ferb pencil close by for moral support.

Monday, March 27, 2017

86

Possibly one of the hardest mornings, ever, to get out of bed. So. very. tired. A long week ahead of me.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

85

Mushrooms and polenta, because it's still winter. Wintery.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

84

 Because, you might not be sure what's inside a lemon? Because, we want you to know how kind of old and shrivelly these are on the inside?

 Ken and I tend to be creatures of pretty mundane habit. Weekends are errands, and laundry, and cleaning up (at little -- not too much). He's been going every weekend for a long time -- has it been almost 2 years? -- to visit his mother whose health is rapidly failing; as her condition worsens, I see the toll it takes on him. So we've recently decided that we need to get out a little more. Maybe every 4 or 6 weeks or so, a meal out, maybe a movie -- and as soon as the weather turns and the snow is off the ground, we'll get out for weekend walks. Given that we kind of saw ourselves needing to make up for lost time (and because we each had a desire to catch a particular movie at the theaters), last weekend we saw the Lego Batman Movie, and today it was Beauty and the Beast. It's a cold and rainy day here, and after the movie we went out to linner (you know, mid-way between lunch and dinner).

World Cup soccer qualifying on the telly, two nice glasses of wine, and it feels like being on vacation.

83

Every morning on my way to work, I pass a Starbucks. I love -- and I do mean love -- a latte. But, it's expensive, and it takes time, and I probably only treat myself fewer than 5 mornings a year. I'd already kind of planned out, as part of my incentive to make it through the week, that I was going to stop this morning and as you see it ended up being two huge treats in one. Spectacular. And delicious.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

81

We haven't sprung yet. Still.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

80

There were several reasons why I ended up taking a longer-than-expected break from my morning workouts. Instead of letting the long break lure me into deciding that, eh, it's not worth the bother and whats'-the-point-since-I've-already-blown-it?, I told myself that past decisions made for good reasons didn't need to mean that I couldn't make new decisions going forward. Yes, I lost some ground I had gained, but I can get it back and keep focused on the big-picture plan (which is to age as healthfully as I reasonably can). It's easy to give up on doing hard things because of the past, isn't it? So I'm just looking out, thinking about what I can do in the future and not what I didn't do in the past. Here I go.

Monday, March 20, 2017

79

It sorta looked like the Sorting Hat, and then it didn't. Last day of vacation -- I guess it's making me a little crazy (the having to go back to work part, not the being on vacation part). I feel hopeful for the first time in a long time, given the news of the day - maybe being orange and crooked and on the way out is a thing.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

78

 Dean's quilt blocks, laid out on a bed sheet in order to make final design decisions. I tried the blocks in a number of different layouts, and Dean chose this one (also my favorite). And then Ken said, "well why not make it queen-size because then it will be more useful for him for longer?" So today I'll make 7 more blocks so I can add a column, and I'll make the run to the fabric store to find a nice steely blue for the borders. Tomorrow it's back to the office, so I probably won't be ready for basting for another week or so. Momentum. It's a thing.


And lunch, that's a thing too. A mid-day break for our favorite kind of snacky- tapas-y lunch, enjoyed along with watching the Liverpool game (a draw against Man. City leaves us barely hanging on to 4th). I think this is why Sunday was invented -- at least, for us.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

77

I'm guessing we'll be well into May before the wall-o-snow in the grocery store parking lot melts.

Friday, March 17, 2017

76

And rounding out all the sewing with some collage work as well; next year's calendar gets launched. I make my calendar/weekly planner books every year, and having plenty of time to play with the art for around 54 pages or so feels like such a luxury. I love being able to just have this project running, and to do a little when the crafty feeling hits; I also enjoy the no-stress, no-pressure feeling of letting each page be what it is without worrying about it coming out a certain way. If you're intrigued, there are I think at least a few posts I've tagged with "calendars" that show other year's work.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

75

I've got a few days off now; finally, the busiest of busy times at work has past, and with an eye on our school year-end, I've got vacation days that I'm actually allowed to use before they expire. I'm using a portion of my time to finish up the top of a quilt that's been in the works for Dean for too long (that is, too long in planning, too slow in the sewing) so that I can get it basted and start quilting it. I'm going to have it finished for him before he goes back to school in September (there, I've said it).

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

74

I save my most awesome California Trader Joe's bag to use on the days when I most need the moral support. Always cheers me right up.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

73

It's not that I didn't take pictures of the snow. It's just that I decided the tangible result of today's snow day -- a loaf of bread -- was more interesting to think about.

Monday, March 13, 2017

72

The forecast is calling for somewhere between one and two feet of snow -- 12 to 24 inches, 30 to 60 centimeters, I think -- to fall starting tomorrow morning. These will not survive. It's miraculous that they hung in this long, given the deep swings in temperatures and the snowfalls we've had since they first started poking up. Brave, them.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

71

It's Sunday, NOW I've dropped Dean back off at school and have taken his friend back to the train station. It's the middle of the day and I'm sitting on the sofa watching TV -- which is kind of against my religion, but then Liverpool is playing, and that's a different part of my religion, so there you go. At least I waited until after 5 for a glass of wine.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

70

I'm always fascinated by other people's groceries; I couldn't quite get over the yin and yang of this person's haul.  Well maybe more yin than yang -- you can see the cookies, but you can't quite make out the PopTarts. Was she planning a get-together?  I don't think it's her shopping for the week.... Who does she live with? I know -- but I'm just fascinated.

Friday, March 10, 2017

69

They say that we've got a major storm coming, and that today was just a taste. As though I didn't already know what snow, and winter, taste like.  Apparently the late, heavy snows here are yet another sign of climate change.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

68

Quick -- somebody! -- refill!  Stat!

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

67

OK, I realize that *sometimes* the challenge with not keeping up and then having a backlog of updating to do, I get days and weeks mixed up.  Soooo, I'll have to go back and do a bit of editing, but in the meantime -- on this day -- Dean and Farid bringing the coffee. Thank God for Dean and Farid.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

66

I blame all my confusion on the cold I'm still fighting.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Sunday, March 5, 2017

64

Dropped Dean's friend off at the train station so he can make his way back to Pennsylvania, where he's in school. Dropped Dean off at his dorm. Moved all the clocks ahead an hour. Drowned my sorrows, just a bit. Nope. Didn't happen yet. I don't quite know what my excuse actually was, other than knowing I was heading into a tough week at work.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

63

When you have to work all day on a Saturday, order whatever on the menu has the word "Hawaiian" in it because it will make you feel better. So says I.

Friday, March 3, 2017

62

Oh, it started innocently enough (as these things do). A conversation at the lunch table yesterday about the reception at the head of school's house tonight; it turned somehow onto the idea of how funny it would be to sneak something into Jane's house and just leave it there. A round of possibilities debated, and then I suddenly realized that I both had the perfect item AND the will to make it happen. And there it is -- the small resin pineapple with the tree of blackbirds on top. Oh, and there's an extra silly part of the story where, literally 30 seconds after I placed it, Jane herself walked up to me and pulled open the pocket on my jacket -- the very pocket where the pineapple had JUST been -- to drop in a raffle ticket for me. And did I win the raffle? Yes, I did.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

61

It was one of those mornings of incredible contrast; brilliant bright sunlight breaking out in patches, and deep, darkness still profoundly present.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

60

Even the tables in the dining hall at school are trying to cheer me up. Well, trying to cheer all of us up, I suppose. Spring? Someday?

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

59

I appreciate that Ken sent me flowers (remember how I said these were the toughest times at work?). I also appreciate that the florist decided to make pussy-hat ears on the packaging.

Monday, February 27, 2017

58

Just another one of those moments -- on my commute, stopped by the lowered gates for the passing train (and therefore having a legit moment to take a picture) -- thinking about how utterly New England it is around here. You can always tell the real remnants of our famous rock walls; the stones are not especially pretty nor even, moss has discolored the rocks over time and various repairs have been hastily made.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

57

I forgot to take the real *before* picture -- you know, before we emptied all the shelves and took all the pictures off the walls and stuff -- I always forget to take the real *before* picture. But, nonetheless, here we are after having gotten almost completely ready for the wallpaper to come down. Aside from painting it, we have longer term plans to re-imagine and re-purpose this odd little room, but we're finally getting starting with Step One.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

56

Feeling well enough-ish to get out for a walk before the weather turns brutally cold again. We've been watching Ken Burn's series on the Roosevelts (thank you, NetFlix) and I highly recommend it. I think that aside to being drawn in to the story of this incredible family, we are also taking solace from it -- that out of ridiculously hard times can come greatness, that this country has staggered and fallen to its knees and gotten up again, that the office of the presidency has survived weak, corrupt men and has also been a platform for resurrection and brilliance.

Friday, February 24, 2017

55

Just two weeks until these bins multiply, and overflow, and carry off acceptance packages to next year's group of high school ninth graders. And other envelopes go out too; small, flat, plain ones that carry the news that no one is hoping to get and that I hate to have to send.  It's the busiest, and most stressful, two weeks of the year every year; bird song and weak sunlight are helping me face it.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

54

Dreaming. And trying to deal with our weather roller coaster; spring, early summer, and deep winter all within the week.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

53

Back on my feet, at least.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

52

When I imagine staying home for a sick day, I picture myself wrapped up on the sofa and reading a good book, or sewing, or otherwise *enjoying* the downtime. But all I can do is sit here, and doze, and blow my nose a bazillion times, and wish I were feeling well enough to go to work. Yuck.

Monday, February 20, 2017

51

Well, I suppose it's true. Not delighted to have come down with a nasty cold, but relieved it's the day after my birthday, and trying to take solace in the little secret messages on the cough drops....

Sunday, February 19, 2017

50


We spent my birthday today at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. We don't get in  as often as I'd like, and have a knack for missing the exhibitions that we want to see (ok, we are DEFINITELY going to the Botticelli exhibit when it comes -- you heard me say it), and it never lives up to the standards set for me by the Art Institute of Chicago but nonetheless it was an ideal little birthday outing.

 The MFA has gotten a lot less stodgy over the years; while at one time I can imagine that they *might* have gone for this installation at holiday time, they never would have made it permanent as it now is.

 Roasted cauliflower soup and why yes, a glass of champagne, for lunch -- restorative and festive.

Robert McCloskey's art is a sacred part of nearly every New England childhood -- so, not books I grew up with but absolutely ones that we read over and over and over again to Dean; the gallery full of his work was wonderful and the most bestest way to end our visit.

A photo a day over at Chicken Blog, too.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

49


I resisted this
reasonably priced at ten
I need to go back

A photo a day over at Chicken Blog, too.