Maddy ran wildly across the bridge never looking back, stifling a scream with every step. The narrow bridge swayed though there was no wind and the small brown bag hung on her shoulder became unwieldy, slowing her progress. Her long red hair fell into her eyes and she mistepped, nearly slipping off the weathered bridge floor. From her addled brain now arose the thought that a small bribe might have gained her a ride from the old boatman up the road. But too late for that, the one remaining solid thought, the thought that drove her across the bridge, barefoot in the night, was to find safety from from he whom she knew still watched.
The ghost observed her every morning as she applied a thick layer of pancake and bedecked herself in gaudy jewelry before leaving her flat. One morning he was hypnotized by the ritualistic manner in which she layered cosmetics on her aging skin. If communication were possible between his realm and her he might tend to scold her and make her wash it all of, indecent really. Thus day after day he floated and watched until the day the phone rang as it did on rare occasions and thus the ghost did not consider that this day and this phone call would alter the routine they had established. She finished her makeup, tidied her wispy hair, put on her coat and walked out door in that oh so familiar way. She never returned in corporeal form, but one day the ghost noticed right in front of the mirror a vague outline of a well known form and the gaudiest ghost face he had ever seen. Soon after the apartment was cleaned out by some relatives and soon reoccupied by a group of Oxford students who were really quite interesting.
Maybe this will be my last time wrestling with "empty nest."
And, hopefully, the timing will be right for the move and the reception of Anah's new puppy. He's going to be called Moose which will be apt for his size, part Black Lab and part Mastiff... BIG DOG. He's a rescue whose mom rejected him and has been bottle fed. Anah is over the moon and can't wait. Let's hope she holds up to the responsibilities and training a dog requires.
Yesterday was lunch at my house and we had quite a good time. Nikki had brought some applique blocks to work on and I got out my knitting. Lunch was divine. Tried a new recipe. Roasted brussels sprouts, roasted butternut squash drizzled with maple syrup and sprinkled with cinammon, all mixed up with dried cranberries and toasted pecans. We stood around the bar and ate with our fingers like savages of sorts which made it even more fun. The husband had brought home ribs and chicken from the local BBQ joint which made for easy finger food, and we topped it off with strawberries, blueberries,blackberries, and kiwis dipped in faux Devonshire cream. And, I got to put the plates away without washing them.
It's now officially spring because only moments ago I spotted the first of the buzzards that come every year to rest on the high line across the way. Never have they arrived so early, but I'm happy to see them. Love to watch the way they soar through the sky with such ease and seeming pleasure. Ah, that I could...but that's just dreaming.
Plus the crocus are coming up rapidly now. Still wishing and hopin' for some rain. Those poor little seeds we put in last week are just lying there wondering where the water is and waiting for it so they can sprout.
Talk about lazy. After breakfast I read for a while and took a much interrupted nap. Seems the phone always beeps when I'm trying to sleep, but I'm too neurotic to turn it off. So, I just endure.
And lucky me, on Sunday daughter #2 and I are going to The Elms for our annual short, but oh so cool spa trip.
Blessings all around, ain't it grand!
The general atmosphere around here is Doom and Gloom. Skies while cloudy and dark show no real signs of letting go of any of the much needed water that might be up there.
Erin tookAnah to the pulmonologist today and received some not-so-good news. While Anah's lungs and heart are all in great shape it appears that she has a problem with her vocal cords and they are closing instead of opening when she exhales. Also they changed her asthma meds to a stronger one and are requiring an active pulmonology scan next appointment. That means she'll have to be exercising while having the testing done. At least there's an easy fix on the cords done with speech therapy and throat exercises. Hopefully the new meds will fix the asthma for now. Erin came home with a migraine and shes in bed. Her house is way behind schedule and she's not at all pleased about that. I walked down there yesterday only to find that the guys who did the dirt work had destroyed my vintage glider. No one bothered to tell me. I have a call into that contractor and if I do nothing else but give him a piece of my mind I think I'll feel better.
On the upside there isWendels bread. I am a huge fan ofWendels cranberry walnut bed bread. It's a great company, family owned and made with good clean ingredients. I love a piece of toast made fromWendels with my morning tea. I had thought that the grocery where I purchase it was no longer going to carry it then today I discovered they had only moved it to the freezer, and now I am a happy camper once again. After contacting wendalls customer service I also found out that I can order a case through Natural Grocers and haveWendels at my disposal every morning. If there's one good thing about getting old it's that I have enough money to buy exactly what I want to eat. It's not much but it's what I've got.
Today being augured as a good planting day for root crops, and the weather was quite nice, the husband and I planted carrots, onions, radishes, snow peas, and garden peas. If conditions remain favorable we'll have an early crop. If not, we start over.
Had a granddaughter home sick today, sounds like the same URI that plagued Tai earlier in the week, a deep mucous filled cough and general malaise. She slept most of the afternoon and is now feeling a bit better. She's certainly well enough to eat. That's always a good sign.
Fingers crossed that we get some rain soon, sure is dry out there.
Worked on the pincushion project today and added two more squares to the afghan, didn't have to cook..yeah me!
Appreciate a relatively pain free planting experience. I love raised beds.
Certainly feels like spring outside, temps expected to reach the 60s, which is warm for February. Last year was similar with February acting like March. Wind speeds are ramping up, maybe as high as 30 mph this afternoon which is not bad, but I am not fond of gusty wind so may not try to take a walk as I had planned. Have been riding the stationary bike and being kind to my back so would like to at least give walking a chance again. If it hurts too bad, I'll just go back to the car. Living on a gravel road as I do, it's not great to just walk out the door and then down the road, but I am blessed with a park nearby with a great walking trail. At the moment my thoughts are of knitting and watching a few episodes of "The Expanse." While it's not Star Trek (what could ever be?), it's not bad for a knitting session.
Yesterday, grandson, Tai, was here. He wasn't feeling up to school, having a nasty cough and lots of mucus going on. Thankfully no fever. He slept for a while and then seemed much improved. Certainly his appetite was not affected. We had some good conversations. That boy is a talker.
With all this nice weather going on, I am feeling the pull to get outside, but really don't trust the weather forecasters, so am not starting raking back the leaves though I have noticed several plants that are "greening" up. Joe was going to uncover the spinach in the raised bed again to see if the lettuce has germinated, but changed his mind as the winds will only dry it out and the pump is not yet hooked up.
I'm in a quandry as to whether or not to go to Mexico with 2 of my daughters and their daughters. We wouldn't be going till the end of May and it gets pretty danged hot down there by then and I do not interface well with heat. But, it is on the ocean and there's always a breeze. I've been several times before, but that was when I could still walk without pain, so I'm a little concerned about that. The airlines are great about handicapped assistance and on our Colorado trip last year pushed me everywhere I wanted to go and you also get to board first. Does make the airport part much easier.
We've been taking trips together since the girls were babies and I'm thinking that now that both the girls are teenagers, the possibility of our taking trips together will diminish as they develop lives of their own. As always, when it comes to a decision, I am torn. There was a time in my life when I would make decisions in an instant. Somewhere along the years that has changed. Is that a part of aging? At any rate, I've got to decide by tomorrow and today's vote is YES, go, have another adventure. Even if I spend most of my time in the room, I'll be able to see the ocean and resorts have great room service.
hasta manana folks
Granddaughter and almost namesake, Lainey, turned 13 on Tuesday last, and the past weekend we had a celebration for her here at the farm. Just the cousins, as she is hosting a friend party on this Saturday. It was a lovely day and it drew the kids outside to feel the first kisses of spring. 3 are teens already and Jade will be 12 in July. Rather amusing to see them still swinging on the wooden swing set Joe built years ago.
Lainey traditionally asks for a giant M&M cookie and Anah ( bless her little pea pickin' heart) volunteered to bake it. She did a great job.
The 3 girls spent the night. They scripted and performed a bit of live theater for us. The program was complete with commercials which, truly, amused me the most.
Quite a while since they have done a triple sleepover as all are so busy now. Lainey is involved in band and has been dancing for 11 years, Anah is a soccer player and recently became quite passionate about theater, and Jade plays basketball and softball as well as being involved with church and definitely the most social of the trio. We adults were pleased to see them playing much as they used to as smaller children and bit melancholy knowing that soon they'll be off to college. Whoosh there goes time again, moving so fast.
Today, I'm putting the house back together and enjoying some quiet time.
A couple of weeks ago Erin traded her car in for a new one. She had recently been forced to replace a front wheel bearing at no small cost and one of the rear ones had become quite noisy. Since she has an hour commute both ways, it's vital she has a good vehicle. Great little car, Subaru Legacy, small, but not too small and with an endless array of electronic features. The husband went with her to test drive the car and honestly I think he caught new car fever. By the next week he was car shopping. Admittedly the Jeep is 10 years old and my Hyundai even older but no major issues with either one. I really couldn't see a reason for a brand new one, so when he asked what I thought, I opted out of the process and agreed to only say whether or not I liked the car when he chose one. Next day here he comes driving one much like Erin bought, but in a gorgeous blue. I took it for a spin and it drove like a dream. So, now we have a new car. Plus we have 2 other vehicles because he kept the jeep for pulling the trailer and off road stuff. I feel rather decadent about that.
Yesterday was Wednesday lunch and my first time driving her by myself and yikes, it started snowing and omg it was as they say, slicker than snot. Cars were skidding everywhere and I'm thinking, holy crap, please do not let me wreck this baby on my first run. But she held her own, that all wheel drive kicked in and I had no problems.
Additionally, I love the way my iPod interfaces and you can Bluetooth your phone so that calls and texts show up on the dash. With 37 miles to the gal, it's economical too. And so much smoother on the gravel than our SUVS. Maybe we're not too old to have a cool new car after all. The husband gets props on this one.
I don't say enough, afraid I'll be misunderstood when I only want to help. I, who believe so strongly in the power of words to heal, to soothe, to lift up am so often silent because I don't trust myself enough to arrange my words in the right way way to convey the message of my heart.
The house cleaner canceled today so I cleaned for a while. But truly, the house wasn't that dirty anyway.
Didn't sleep well so decided to read as I continue to glide through the remainder of Colin Dexter's "Morse" series. Reading made me sleepy so I napped a bit and now that I'm up I think I'll do a couple more of the floors.
Looks like we'll have pizza later as it's the usual fare when the cleaner comes, and I didn't make other plans. Anah will be pleased I'm sure.
Wishing it would rain. Almost time to plant and we haven't had much moisture in any form all winter which does not bode well for the garden.
Made the gauge swatch for the sweater yesterday, but haven't been inspired to cast it on yet. Pattern begins with an elaborate cabled waistband which looks quite formidable so I need all my wits about me to begin. And, where are my wits, I seem to have misplaced them again.
Well, wishing and hoping will get me nowhere and at the very least I can start a dishcloth for Erin's new kitchen. I need lessons on how to do nothing without feeling worthless.