i woke up this morning on the dot of 4:30 am, almost the exact time, according to the airline's web site, meg's plane landed in dublin. i wont hear from her for a bit ... she has all sorts of logistical things to figure out.
today is libby's last day of summer. today is jake's first day of school. today i'm putting the Angel Way proposal in the mail.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
a thought for my moo
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." -- Anaïs Nin
all her bags are packed...
im not sure if meg's ready to go but a plane just flew overhead. im thinking that's a Sign.
will you miss me, mommy, asked meggie wistfully, my baby who i recognised from birth as being so much like me.
honey, i said gently, you're 22.
it's not that i won't miss her... it's that i know it's time for her to go. every fledgling has to fly. i'm lucky, in that my love for solitude and space means that i anticipate my empty nest more than a lot of other women i know. and now that i've been a mother for nearly 30 years, i've come to understand that this is a job that never really ends - the breaks just get longer.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
will you miss me, mommy, asked meggie wistfully, my baby who i recognised from birth as being so much like me.
honey, i said gently, you're 22.
it's not that i won't miss her... it's that i know it's time for her to go. every fledgling has to fly. i'm lucky, in that my love for solitude and space means that i anticipate my empty nest more than a lot of other women i know. and now that i've been a mother for nearly 30 years, i've come to understand that this is a job that never really ends - the breaks just get longer.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
saturated saturday
it's a perfect day to sleep in... with the temperatures fallen below 60 and a gray, drizzly rain i think should be called grizly. Beloved and i did just that - lying in til after TEN! i can't remember the last time i did that.
today's meg's last day home - we've already gone shopping to pick out colors and ideas for the redecorated room she's going to come home to. next on our agenda is a movie - District 9 - and then dinner at our new favorite italian place, amici's in avon.
i finished the chapter part of our Eating.. the Angel Way proposal. If the finished manuscript is approximately 35,000 words, we have a good 25% to submit along with our proposal. my goal is to pick the finalized copy up from karen's house on monday afternoon and take it directly to the post office. it will feel good to have something new in front of my agent.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
today's meg's last day home - we've already gone shopping to pick out colors and ideas for the redecorated room she's going to come home to. next on our agenda is a movie - District 9 - and then dinner at our new favorite italian place, amici's in avon.
i finished the chapter part of our Eating.. the Angel Way proposal. If the finished manuscript is approximately 35,000 words, we have a good 25% to submit along with our proposal. my goal is to pick the finalized copy up from karen's house on monday afternoon and take it directly to the post office. it will feel good to have something new in front of my agent.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Friday, August 28, 2009
finally friday...
and it feels like fall. i woke up to a hollow roaring in the trees. it was faint, and quickly followed by the swish of heavy leaves, but i heard it nonetheless. the air, when i walked the puppies, had just the edge of a bite.
don't let it be september, moaned a friend the other day til i wanted to throttle her.
this morning, the last morning of baby jake and total chaos, i watched the mist rise off the pond, and listened to the crows calling in the trees. it can't be september fast enough for me.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
don't let it be september, moaned a friend the other day til i wanted to throttle her.
this morning, the last morning of baby jake and total chaos, i watched the mist rise off the pond, and listened to the crows calling in the trees. it can't be september fast enough for me.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
sic transit gloria mundi
in a bizarre way i wasn't surprised to wake up to find that ted kennedy died. today's The Day my grandmother's house sells at last, according to the settlement documents - today's the day the buyers sign the papers and turn over the check.
today, at least for me, an era truly does come to an end.
are you ready, asked Beloved anxiously this morning, not even trying to conceal his anticipation. can you give it up and let it go... that empty old husk of a house?
it hurts, but i can do it. this morning, i printed out my Wish List and started deciding on priorities, making lists, and other plans. it's time to take the energy that's been held in that old house and turn it into Something Else.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
today, at least for me, an era truly does come to an end.
are you ready, asked Beloved anxiously this morning, not even trying to conceal his anticipation. can you give it up and let it go... that empty old husk of a house?
it hurts, but i can do it. this morning, i printed out my Wish List and started deciding on priorities, making lists, and other plans. it's time to take the energy that's been held in that old house and turn it into Something Else.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
tuesday tootsie-day
one consequence of my morton's neuroma diagnosis is that i've been spending a lot of time with my feet. a few weeks ago, i ran across an article online that suggested for a culture that thinks nothing of spending fifty dollars on face cream, we woefully neglect our feet.
thursday, i go for another acupuncture appointment, and it occured to me that it's time to pay some attention to not just how my feet feel, but how they look too.
i gathered my equipment - always important - and began with a quick buff of the ped-egg. i removed the remnants of old polish, then soaked both feet in a warm bath while i made up a scrub of epsom salt and hydrogen peroxide to remove the stubborn spots a summer spent in sandals, flipflops and barefeet has conjured. i rubbed this on with half a lemon and let the mixture soak in a for a few minutes, before scrubbing it off with my trusty nail brush. by that time my feet were as pink as the day i was born (well, maybe not quite that pink, but nearly) but i decided to treat them to some of rose's face wash - it can also double as a mask. after the clay worked its wonders, i clipped and filed and slathered on a coating of nivea so thick it took an hour to soak in. right now im still deciding if i want to polish my toes.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
thursday, i go for another acupuncture appointment, and it occured to me that it's time to pay some attention to not just how my feet feel, but how they look too.
i gathered my equipment - always important - and began with a quick buff of the ped-egg. i removed the remnants of old polish, then soaked both feet in a warm bath while i made up a scrub of epsom salt and hydrogen peroxide to remove the stubborn spots a summer spent in sandals, flipflops and barefeet has conjured. i rubbed this on with half a lemon and let the mixture soak in a for a few minutes, before scrubbing it off with my trusty nail brush. by that time my feet were as pink as the day i was born (well, maybe not quite that pink, but nearly) but i decided to treat them to some of rose's face wash - it can also double as a mask. after the clay worked its wonders, i clipped and filed and slathered on a coating of nivea so thick it took an hour to soak in. right now im still deciding if i want to polish my toes.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Monday, August 24, 2009
just another manic monday
the end appears to be in sight. meg's managed to pack four months of clothes into one very large and one medium suitcase, a feat of which im extremely proud - considering she needed the same amount of space to squeeze a week's worth of clothes to go to the beach.
i like to travel light - if i can't carry it comfortably, i don't need to bring it with me. an unexpected benefit from meg's shoulder surgery is that she's been forced to listen to me to some extent and limit the amount of clothing she packs. for example: "no more than six long-sleeve shirts," i said. "SIX?" she whimpered. "i have 14 i want to take."
libby's turned the corner -she woke up feeling nauseous but the fever and the headache were gone. the nausea was gone by supper time - she managed to help Beloved eat the chicken parmigiana he brought back from brooklyn.
baby jake was here today, and he's really learning to talk. when he saw buddy he said "puppa." when he saw sam, he said, clear as day, "TWO!" when we walked the puppies, and a plane went overhead, he pointed up and said, "PLANE!" as the plane disappeared into the sky over the trees, he waved and said, "bye-bye plane." on the way in, he paused at the door, and said, "need help nana." when i got my vacuum he went and got his, and actually waited, poised, for me to begin. the minute i started, he did too. it kept him occupied for a good 20 minutes. it's too bad, as i said to his mommy later, that by the time he's old enough to run the big vacuum, he probably won't be quite as enthusiastic.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
i like to travel light - if i can't carry it comfortably, i don't need to bring it with me. an unexpected benefit from meg's shoulder surgery is that she's been forced to listen to me to some extent and limit the amount of clothing she packs. for example: "no more than six long-sleeve shirts," i said. "SIX?" she whimpered. "i have 14 i want to take."
libby's turned the corner -she woke up feeling nauseous but the fever and the headache were gone. the nausea was gone by supper time - she managed to help Beloved eat the chicken parmigiana he brought back from brooklyn.
baby jake was here today, and he's really learning to talk. when he saw buddy he said "puppa." when he saw sam, he said, clear as day, "TWO!" when we walked the puppies, and a plane went overhead, he pointed up and said, "PLANE!" as the plane disappeared into the sky over the trees, he waved and said, "bye-bye plane." on the way in, he paused at the door, and said, "need help nana." when i got my vacuum he went and got his, and actually waited, poised, for me to begin. the minute i started, he did too. it kept him occupied for a good 20 minutes. it's too bad, as i said to his mommy later, that by the time he's old enough to run the big vacuum, he probably won't be quite as enthusiastic.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
slacking off
i spent yesterday doing some serious slacking. libby was sick - bit by the same bug that got a bite of baby jake - and meg was busy packing. katie wasn't feeling well herself, so we never made it to the movies.
meg and i watched a Haunting in Connecticut on television though, and i have to say it wasn't QUITE as awful as i'd been led to believe. at the moment of the Big Reveal, though, when all the bodies came tumbling out of the walls, i had to laugh when meg turned to me and asked: "but wouldn't that have been making a horrible smell all along?"
that's my baby girl.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
meg and i watched a Haunting in Connecticut on television though, and i have to say it wasn't QUITE as awful as i'd been led to believe. at the moment of the Big Reveal, though, when all the bodies came tumbling out of the walls, i had to laugh when meg turned to me and asked: "but wouldn't that have been making a horrible smell all along?"
that's my baby girl.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
on the road again
at least, Beloved is. the situation with his mother has demanded that he return to the Land of His People, as he likes to call brooklyn. it's a very long day trip - three hours in the car one way, and then a lot of zipping up and down the avenues of sheepshead bay. he always brings me lobster from fiorentino's, a classic old italian place where the waiters still drape white napkins across their black-clad arms and never write anything down.
libby and meg and i had plans to see the movie District 9 - it looks like one of those sf films that offer social commentary in the way only speculative fiction can. but libby, alas, seems to have been bitten by the same bug that took a bite out of baby jake last week - she spent yesterday alternately shivering and sweating with buddy curled up beside her.
at any rate, i have a few hours calm before another storm - there's an argument brewing between meg and katie im going to have to mediate.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
libby and meg and i had plans to see the movie District 9 - it looks like one of those sf films that offer social commentary in the way only speculative fiction can. but libby, alas, seems to have been bitten by the same bug that took a bite out of baby jake last week - she spent yesterday alternately shivering and sweating with buddy curled up beside her.
at any rate, i have a few hours calm before another storm - there's an argument brewing between meg and katie im going to have to mediate.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
amazing grace
sometimes, you just have to trust the Angels.
it was odd how i was expecting to see both my former business associate and the friend who showed up to have tea with her at the same time the Writers' Circle got underway. the benefit of Listening isn't necessarily avoiding unpleasant encounters - but it sure helps to be prepared.
i was also correct that a dear friend was suffering from a deep emotional release, a release i precipitated by the most hesitant of questions: "have you thought about getting a dog?"
for this lady, the loss of her two beloved pets was as wrenching as the loss of two children. i knew the answer she was going to give me before i asked her the question, which is why i was so hesitant about bringing up the topic. she had already told me she couldn't stand the idea of being a pet-parent again. her days as a dog owner were over.
no they aren't, said the Voice, at the time.
but the lady didn't ask me what i thought one way or the other, and the Voice didn't suggest i convey this information so i simply acknowledged what i heard and let it pass.
until the idea occured to me out of the blue one day to look at petfinder.com. petfinder.com is a great website where you can adopt a pet from a shelter or a rescue. we found buddy at bandit's place (please scroll down) via petfinder. ostensibly, i was browsing to see if there were any beagle puppies i could possibly talk Beloved into. (i want to replace my rugs in a couple years and i figured it'd be better to get a puppy before we did that, than after. Beloved's response to this idea was: annie, are you crazy?)
that's how i came to read about romeo.
romeo is a beautiful chocolate lab who was kept chained on a 12-foot fence by a family who ignored him. for nine years. while he went blind. rescued by the word of a Good Samaritan, romeo's waiting for a place to foster him. i thought maybe we could do that. (are you crazy, annie? asked Beloved.)
the more i thought about it, the more i realized it wouldn't work - the stairs which lead to the front door are steep and without a railing and so dangerous i don't let baby jake climb up or down them unescorted. a blind dog wouldn't have a chance, unless he'd grown up and been acclimated in such an environment. i reluctantly acknowledged romeo wasn't for me.
but there's your friend, suggested the Voice, helpfully.
she doesn't want a dog, i said.
why not ask her? the Voice suggested. just ask her, then see. how she answers the question will tell you what to do next.
and if i'm not clear on that, can i count on YOU? i asked, dubiously, as i typed the most innocent-sounding question i could frame at the end of a very long email about lots of other things: PS. have you ever thought about getting a dog?
i really wasn't surprised when the answer i got back was a long and impassioned defense of all the reaons no. (for someone who said she hadn't thought about getting a dog, i noticed she sure had thought up a lot of reasons why not.)
there, i told the Voice. i told you. she doesn't want a dog.
you didn't ask her if she wanted a dog, the Voice said. you asked her if she'd thought about wanting one. clearly she has.
so now what, i said.
just wait, said the Voice.
why'd you ask me about the dog, asked my friend when i saw her a few days later.
i don't remember exactly what i said, but the upshot is that the lady in charge of romeo is emailing my friend back tonight and while i don't know for sure that the outcome will be exactly what i would like it to be (i may indeed be crazy), my deepest sense is that of it, Something Good will come.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
it was odd how i was expecting to see both my former business associate and the friend who showed up to have tea with her at the same time the Writers' Circle got underway. the benefit of Listening isn't necessarily avoiding unpleasant encounters - but it sure helps to be prepared.
i was also correct that a dear friend was suffering from a deep emotional release, a release i precipitated by the most hesitant of questions: "have you thought about getting a dog?"
for this lady, the loss of her two beloved pets was as wrenching as the loss of two children. i knew the answer she was going to give me before i asked her the question, which is why i was so hesitant about bringing up the topic. she had already told me she couldn't stand the idea of being a pet-parent again. her days as a dog owner were over.
no they aren't, said the Voice, at the time.
but the lady didn't ask me what i thought one way or the other, and the Voice didn't suggest i convey this information so i simply acknowledged what i heard and let it pass.
until the idea occured to me out of the blue one day to look at petfinder.com. petfinder.com is a great website where you can adopt a pet from a shelter or a rescue. we found buddy at bandit's place (please scroll down) via petfinder. ostensibly, i was browsing to see if there were any beagle puppies i could possibly talk Beloved into. (i want to replace my rugs in a couple years and i figured it'd be better to get a puppy before we did that, than after. Beloved's response to this idea was: annie, are you crazy?)
that's how i came to read about romeo.
romeo is a beautiful chocolate lab who was kept chained on a 12-foot fence by a family who ignored him. for nine years. while he went blind. rescued by the word of a Good Samaritan, romeo's waiting for a place to foster him. i thought maybe we could do that. (are you crazy, annie? asked Beloved.)
the more i thought about it, the more i realized it wouldn't work - the stairs which lead to the front door are steep and without a railing and so dangerous i don't let baby jake climb up or down them unescorted. a blind dog wouldn't have a chance, unless he'd grown up and been acclimated in such an environment. i reluctantly acknowledged romeo wasn't for me.
but there's your friend, suggested the Voice, helpfully.
she doesn't want a dog, i said.
why not ask her? the Voice suggested. just ask her, then see. how she answers the question will tell you what to do next.
and if i'm not clear on that, can i count on YOU? i asked, dubiously, as i typed the most innocent-sounding question i could frame at the end of a very long email about lots of other things: PS. have you ever thought about getting a dog?
i really wasn't surprised when the answer i got back was a long and impassioned defense of all the reaons no. (for someone who said she hadn't thought about getting a dog, i noticed she sure had thought up a lot of reasons why not.)
there, i told the Voice. i told you. she doesn't want a dog.
you didn't ask her if she wanted a dog, the Voice said. you asked her if she'd thought about wanting one. clearly she has.
so now what, i said.
just wait, said the Voice.
why'd you ask me about the dog, asked my friend when i saw her a few days later.
i don't remember exactly what i said, but the upshot is that the lady in charge of romeo is emailing my friend back tonight and while i don't know for sure that the outcome will be exactly what i would like it to be (i may indeed be crazy), my deepest sense is that of it, Something Good will come.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Friday, August 21, 2009
into the home stretch
a recent article i read posed this question: are you a summer mom or a back-to-school mom? believe me, hands down, i'm a back-to-school mom.
with all due apologies to all my teacher friends (goddess bless you and keep you germ-free) one of the happiest days of my year isn't the first day of school... it's the SECOND day of school when it starts to sink in that the kids will keep going back.
don't get me wrong - i love summer. at least, i love MY idea of summer: long lazy days, weeding lovely herb gardens, dabbling in artistic endeavors, splashing in warm, gentle, clean waves, reading wonderful books and sipping delicious cold concoctions and infusions with my feet up.
when i was a kid, summer was the season i associated with words like staying in bed, books, and beach. since i've had kids of my own, summer has become the season i associate with words like "mom, s/he called me a (insert insult of your choice)," "mom, i'm bored/hungry/bored" and "mom, are we there yet?"
the article suggested that the difference was because some moms prefer structure and some moms don't. i guess it's not PC to say you like the peace and quiet.
so in the spirit of Aloha Friday (that's where you ask a question to your readers rather than write a whole blog) what about you, Gentle Reader, parent or not? are you a summer person or a back-to-school person? and why?
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
with all due apologies to all my teacher friends (goddess bless you and keep you germ-free) one of the happiest days of my year isn't the first day of school... it's the SECOND day of school when it starts to sink in that the kids will keep going back.
don't get me wrong - i love summer. at least, i love MY idea of summer: long lazy days, weeding lovely herb gardens, dabbling in artistic endeavors, splashing in warm, gentle, clean waves, reading wonderful books and sipping delicious cold concoctions and infusions with my feet up.
when i was a kid, summer was the season i associated with words like staying in bed, books, and beach. since i've had kids of my own, summer has become the season i associate with words like "mom, s/he called me a (insert insult of your choice)," "mom, i'm bored/hungry/bored" and "mom, are we there yet?"
the article suggested that the difference was because some moms prefer structure and some moms don't. i guess it's not PC to say you like the peace and quiet.
so in the spirit of Aloha Friday (that's where you ask a question to your readers rather than write a whole blog) what about you, Gentle Reader, parent or not? are you a summer person or a back-to-school person? and why?
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
it's an Ask Annie Wednesday...
over at Sited & Blogged... go check out some thoughts on understanding dreams...
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
there's rosemary... that's for remembrance
it all went as well as it possibly could go, in a weirdly wonderful way. the Signs were plentiful...from the three perfect black shells and one black feather Beloved and i found on the beach before we tackled the attic, to the two white feathers i found on the way to the signing - it wasn't a closing because the paperwork glitch delays things til thursday - to the enormous clam shell Beloved found in the surf afterwards.
the treasures remaining in the attic were worth going back forth - a journal i wrote at 15, my grandmother's high school yearbook, the stool from the back kitchen. it was the most useful piece of furniture in the entire 25 rooms, i explained to Beloved, as i carried my trophy, triumphant, to the car. my brother and i used to fight over this stool. (it pleases me no end i won.)
i treated myself to some serious retail therapy - a dress and scarf from my favorite dress shop, an embroidered jacket-sweater from my favorite head shop. i indulged in all my favorite foods - black and white milkshakes, taylor pork roll, shrimp, and flounder caught off the pier and fried golden-crisp.
after i signed all the papers, Beloved and i drove out to the cemetery to see "the folks" as i liked to say when i'd drive my grandmother out there.
i did it, roey, i said, as i dug the hole. just as you wanted.
in the jewish religion, said Beloved, with just a hint of hesitation, as i patted the dirt around the rosemary, when you visit a grave you leave a rock. if you don't mind, i brought two from pond house - from our house.
this is one of the reasons i love him. go get them, i said.
and furthermore, the war will end... blessed be.
the treasures remaining in the attic were worth going back forth - a journal i wrote at 15, my grandmother's high school yearbook, the stool from the back kitchen. it was the most useful piece of furniture in the entire 25 rooms, i explained to Beloved, as i carried my trophy, triumphant, to the car. my brother and i used to fight over this stool. (it pleases me no end i won.)
i treated myself to some serious retail therapy - a dress and scarf from my favorite dress shop, an embroidered jacket-sweater from my favorite head shop. i indulged in all my favorite foods - black and white milkshakes, taylor pork roll, shrimp, and flounder caught off the pier and fried golden-crisp.
after i signed all the papers, Beloved and i drove out to the cemetery to see "the folks" as i liked to say when i'd drive my grandmother out there.
i did it, roey, i said, as i dug the hole. just as you wanted.
in the jewish religion, said Beloved, with just a hint of hesitation, as i patted the dirt around the rosemary, when you visit a grave you leave a rock. if you don't mind, i brought two from pond house - from our house.
this is one of the reasons i love him. go get them, i said.
and furthermore, the war will end... blessed be.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
down the shore, everything's all right
as i suspected, it was only a minor paper-processing glitch that's holding up settlement. according to our agent, mister bready, the lawyer on the buyer's side made some sort of mistake: of the ten people in the world i don't like, she's three of them, mister bready told Beloved.
so we're headed down to the shore today, to check the attic one more time, to attempt to take some cuttings from my holly trees. it's the holly trees that bother me most, and as i was writing this, sad to say good-bye to the trees, i very clearly heard a Voice say, "what makes you think the trees wish to say good-bye to you?"
i realized then that my relationship with those trees exists irrespective of any boundary or deed or title drawn by humans with our silly ideas about ownership, that the trees are as much a part of the relationship as i am, and that they have an energetic Voice that's as viable - if not as audible - as mine.
i've been mourning the loss of something i don't have to lose.
i listened very carefully to what They said to do in order to make the cuttings survive. and an addendum to the bill of sale is that in the event the new owners cut down the trees, the wood belongs to me.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
so we're headed down to the shore today, to check the attic one more time, to attempt to take some cuttings from my holly trees. it's the holly trees that bother me most, and as i was writing this, sad to say good-bye to the trees, i very clearly heard a Voice say, "what makes you think the trees wish to say good-bye to you?"
i realized then that my relationship with those trees exists irrespective of any boundary or deed or title drawn by humans with our silly ideas about ownership, that the trees are as much a part of the relationship as i am, and that they have an energetic Voice that's as viable - if not as audible - as mine.
i've been mourning the loss of something i don't have to lose.
i listened very carefully to what They said to do in order to make the cuttings survive. and an addendum to the bill of sale is that in the event the new owners cut down the trees, the wood belongs to me.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
off to the races
despite my most fervent hope, i didn't wake up this morning and find that the cancelled settlement was all a bad dream. on the other hand, i did wake up to find Beloved in a much more sanguine state of mind. i need the beach, he said, at some point.
and believe me, so do i.
but first, we race. or, rather, we cheer, for Mother Superior and her dragon-boat team of breast-cancer survivors, the Machestic (get it?) Dragons. in just an hour or so, Beloved and i are wending our way to the hartford riverfront where we'll meet up with my sister.
before we leave, i have cakes to make... two of them.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
and believe me, so do i.
but first, we race. or, rather, we cheer, for Mother Superior and her dragon-boat team of breast-cancer survivors, the Machestic (get it?) Dragons. in just an hour or so, Beloved and i are wending our way to the hartford riverfront where we'll meet up with my sister.
before we leave, i have cakes to make... two of them.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Friday, August 14, 2009
kicked in the teeth
at least, that's how it felt when the attorney who's handling the settlement at the shore called to say it was off. Beloved did the armageddon thing - automatically assuming the deal was off. he says he's being realistic. i say he's jumping to conclusions.
now we may not go to the beach... there's no point going down there to celebrate something that may not happen.
as Mother Superior was quick to remind me, my grandmother never made anything in life easy. why should we expect her to be any different in death?
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
now we may not go to the beach... there's no point going down there to celebrate something that may not happen.
as Mother Superior was quick to remind me, my grandmother never made anything in life easy. why should we expect her to be any different in death?
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
all i did today
i took care of paperwork.
i finished cleaning meg's room, the laundry room, meg's bathroom, and the entry. the rest of the house, other than my writing room - just needs tidying.
the menu is planned for saturday - im expecting a small group ... just ten.
i packed up spring and late winter decorations.
i planned my Eating... the Angel Way talk im giving this evening at passiflora in new hartford (it's last minute, but come if you can). i even packed up our new brochures for our new reiki practice to bring to ruth.
i met Beloved for a drink and enjoyed his company after work this evening.
i treated my feet to copious of amounts of reiki and they continue to improve - i rate the pain in each foot at no more than a .3 despite two long days of heavy cleaning. i'll share more about the reiki tomorrow.
and, i had an Idea... one of the best kinds of Ideas... the kind that are meant to be Shared. blessed, blessed be. :)
i finished cleaning meg's room, the laundry room, meg's bathroom, and the entry. the rest of the house, other than my writing room - just needs tidying.
the menu is planned for saturday - im expecting a small group ... just ten.
i packed up spring and late winter decorations.
i planned my Eating... the Angel Way talk im giving this evening at passiflora in new hartford (it's last minute, but come if you can). i even packed up our new brochures for our new reiki practice to bring to ruth.
i met Beloved for a drink and enjoyed his company after work this evening.
i treated my feet to copious of amounts of reiki and they continue to improve - i rate the pain in each foot at no more than a .3 despite two long days of heavy cleaning. i'll share more about the reiki tomorrow.
and, i had an Idea... one of the best kinds of Ideas... the kind that are meant to be Shared. blessed, blessed be. :)
pitter-patter, pitter-patter
when i was little, one of my favorite poems was about the rain, that "falls on umbrellas here, and on the ships at sea." i have to confess that i really don't mind rainy days.
i like the sound of falling rain. there's lot of things you can't do in the rain, and so - whether or not this is actually true - to me a rainy day always feels like there's less i HAVE to do.
if only that were true today.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
i like the sound of falling rain. there's lot of things you can't do in the rain, and so - whether or not this is actually true - to me a rainy day always feels like there's less i HAVE to do.
if only that were true today.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
red sky at morning
the eastern sky had a rosy pink flush this morning that reminded me of the old weather predictor - red sky at night - sailor's delight... red sky at morning - sailors, take warning.
today i stay home and catch up... the delivery of the refrigerator disrupted my flow. today i clean meg's bedroom because that's where Mother Superior will be staying. i don't mind doing it, because meg's room is on my list to spruce up while she's away in ireland. but meg, goddess bless her, despite an inborn fastidiousness of person which led her to use a fork at nine months because she hated getting her fingers dirty, is oblivious to things like dust.
so this morning its batten down the hatches and full speed ahead.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
today i stay home and catch up... the delivery of the refrigerator disrupted my flow. today i clean meg's bedroom because that's where Mother Superior will be staying. i don't mind doing it, because meg's room is on my list to spruce up while she's away in ireland. but meg, goddess bless her, despite an inborn fastidiousness of person which led her to use a fork at nine months because she hated getting her fingers dirty, is oblivious to things like dust.
so this morning its batten down the hatches and full speed ahead.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
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