Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Life is Beautiful?

I've been in a bit of a dark hole lately even though I have MUCH to be grateful for. I don't know what it is but I wake up everyday and don't want to get out of bed. But I do. Because I don't like feeling this way. I'll climb my way out of this hole. No worries. I'll get it. Thank goodness for my little surprise that came from my sister. I could use the vitamin C and sunshine! Thanks Carla!!!!



I recently acquired 2! paintings. I can't tell you how much I love these. They definitely bring me pleasure. I know material things are not supposed to be where I get my joy but it's art. That's not a material thing really is it? The first is Evening Rose by Kevin Fitzgerald who is a local artist that I've always admired. It is actually a glicee print. I bid in a silent auction which I never do because everyone has more money than I do. I got lucky for a change. The 2nd is a painting by my good friend, whom you've seen in my blog before, Deb Rolig. This painting is called "Monkey Madonna" and I have long adored this painting. I've tried to take a couple pictures to share with you. It was hard not to get a glare. Check them out.



Now this gave me a chuckle. I found these pictures on the kitchen table this morning. What on earth do you do with that many pictures of your son in a singlet?

Johnny always did like a picture of himself. We were just reminiscing about this photo below that he had to have in 8 x 10 size to hang in his room. He told me he was positive he looked hot that day. Now when he sees it he wants to get rid of it. I of course do think he looked hot. Like a little surfer boy with his curly hair. So cute. I miss those curls.



Oh and I finally cleaned the aforementioned teens room. I walked in there one morning and next thing you know I was cleaning. Scary. Maybe that was the cause of my funk. Or maybe it's the damn reading glasses and lack of memory. I better shutup now because I see my dark side is about to spring a leak.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

A Song, A Poem, A Picture, Some Words

"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words."
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



A Song...

I don't really have a song that I'm digging right now but I am always happy to hear your suggestions. Help me out.

A Poem....

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Four: Time and Eternity

XCIII


THE DISTANCE that the dead have gone
Does not at first appear;
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.

And then, that we have followed them
We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become
With their dear retrospect.


A Picture...

I have seen Steve McCurry's mesmerizing work many places. I can't choose one gallery to recommend on his site. Look in them all. They are all important.

Some words...

I seem to be in a very weak blogging cycle. Whatever. It is what it is. Still busy.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

First Time Voter!!!!!!

Big day for Lisa! She voted for the first time today!



Yesterday she got her FIRST letter of acceptance to a University. I've been crying like a baby for a couple days now. Big stuff.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Butts and Singlets





Johnny has the wide white stripe on the side.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

More from St. Michaels

Next morning we get up and meet everyone for breakfast. John and I had to be gone by 11:00 as Johnny was playing lacrosse in Salisbury and his athletic life rules our lives. Breakfast, like dinner the evening before, was stupendous. Fresh fruit (and I mean fresh), fresh squeezed juice, coffee in pretty, little, teeny,tiny, china cups. (Okay that was like torture. The cups need to be bigger.) Anyway, cut to the chase. I had two beautiful poached eggs Benedict on lobster hash. Bravisimo!

After breakfast we walked over to the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Muesum. So much good stuff to see and not enough time. The place is HUGE! It's something like 18 acre's of buildings. First stop was a working boatyard where you could sign up to apprentice. Pretty cool. There they were working on a wooden skiff.








The guy leaning back in the brown sweatshirt is a 4th generation boatmaker. Pretty cool. He took us around the boat building area and gave us a lot of information. I was fascinated by the workshops. It is so interesting exploring someone elses craft. (I need an editor.)So much to see. In one of them we spyed a dug-out hanging from the rafters. Reminded me of the book Red Fox and His Canoe. Remember that book?



I also saw a kiln and a potters wheel and asked what they were used for. Turns out they make their own brass fittings. Impressive. The potters wheel. Well some guy there is also a potter. Being able to speak with this boatmaker is what made the visit so special. It's my understanding that this is pretty much how the place operates. Here is an excerpt from their website:

"Unlike most museums which must depend upon tour guides or costumed re-enacters to bring life to the history they celebrate, the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum offers you the real thing: people who actually live the story we tell. Some days, depending on the season and the weather, you could find a master decoy carver sitting on the porch of the Waterfowling building, carving decoys and telling stories of his life in Dorchester County. On others, a retired crab picker might be sitting at one of the picnic tables sharing historic photographs, talking with visitors about working on Navy Point; pointing out where different buildings stood, and sharing her memories of a picker's life. In the Museum's working Boat Yard, you can watch the restoration of the Bay's traditional vessels and go talk with the shipwrights, apprentices, or a visiting captain or boat builder."



On to the the SREWPILE LIGHTHOUSE. It is called screwpile because it has iron pilings shaped like a screw that are screwed into the bay floor to hold it. Then there you are in the middle of the water in a lighthouse. Kind of "romantic". I mean don't rich people pay the big bucks to hang out in huts over the water in some far flung location? Anyway, then I saw this little plaque.



Okay maybe just a couple days. One. The accomodations were pretty stark. The outhouse hung off the side of the balcony. That could be sort of daunting.








You can't beat the view.



The various kinds of boats used by watermen for crabbing and oystering were of course on display. At this point I was running out of time so I only briefly peeked. But again, to me, it was fascinating.






I certainly would like to visit again and spend a little more time. It's so close to my home and I had never been. But there are so many, many, many places to see...

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

My birthday.

Yesterday was my birthday. Another year older. It started very early in the morning with me trying to plug in my new cell phone to charge it but not being able to SEE the little plug in the side of the phone. I heard my husband say " Where are the glasses we bought you?" In that moment I felt "older".

Just weeks before we had bought a pair of reading glasses for me. The lowest magnification I could find but still I had been struggling to see a few things. I had my eyes checked and my perscription for distance was significantly different AND the doc wanted to put bifocals in my glasses. I declined. Thats too confusing for me. Then it was off to MVA to get my drivers license renewed and when the picture came out I saw my mother. She's a good looking woman but I didn't exactly see my YOUNG mother. Come to think of it my father had finger nails that were very...square. The sides of them kind of formed sharp angles like a box. My nails are doing that and its freaking me out. Hell, it's freaking my husband out. Not that it's ugly but they are so completely my fathers nails.

Other than that! I feel young so screw it. I had a nice quiet day. I recieved some form of congratulations from all but two members of my family. Those are great numbers when you come from such a large family. How can you be expected to remember so many dates? I know I myself am very guilty of missing some bdays. (Anne if you are reading, happy belated birthday. You know I love you.) It happens. Even better ALL of my children acknowledged the day. Taylor called even though she couldn't be any sicker. Flu, pink eye, sinus infection. Poor child. Still called and wished me a happy birthday. Michael called from Germany. John brought home my favorite pizza and Johnny and I watched the first episode of Lost that we missed last week on the computer. It was a great day. As Michael said to me, "Hey, your still younger than all my friends mothers." Yeah. So there.



I'll give you the rest of St. Michaels tomorrow.

Monday, February 04, 2008

St. Michael's

Hey everyone! Long time, no blog. Here I am though. Real life is keeping me pretty tied up right now but I took a little break and I'm going to try and take the time to tell you about it. Pretty optimistic thinking on my part because at this moment I have to be somewhere in one hour that takes me 1/2 an hour to get to AND I'm still in my PJ's.

This weekend John and I visited St. Michaels. It was a beautiful and very relaxing place. I felt like I could really take a breath. For starters we stayed at the Inn at Perry Cabin. The place was gorgeous with beautiful views that were very calming. We got lucky w/the weather also. Somewhere in the mid to low 50's. Perfect walking weather.











The grounds were beautiful. I'm sure it's even nicer when everything is in bloom. Look at this quaint little scene we happened upon.





We went into town and browsed through some of the shops. I bought a white iron mermaid an antique metal laundry basket. I'll try to show you it tomorrow. I thought it would make an excellent planter.

The hotel was just the nicest place I have ever stayed. The bathroom was MY dream. Bigger than my bedroom I think. Here are the 3 walls of it. The 4th had mirrors that make you think you need to loose more than the 10lbs. you were thinking you needed to loose. When John went in to take a shower he called out to me and said "The thing about these mirrors is...they tell the truth." I DID NOT take a photograph of them.






The room was great too. A fireplace and a TV at the foot of the bed. There was a switch next to the bed that made the TV rise up out of the leather trunk there. I've only seen that on MTV cribs. Of course I'm sure you all have that in your homes.



Here is the tres relaxing view from our room.



Here is a beautiful mirror that I found when I peeked into the spa on the hotel grounds. I must find these shells and make one. Anyone know what kind of shell that is?





We (John and I, his sister and brother-in-law and a friend) dined in the hotel restaurant and again I was not at all disappointed. Here's a pic of my Alaskan wild salmon, John's huge pork chop,some lamb and scallops. Is that beautiful food or what?









After dinner John and I stopped at the bar. I just wanted to be sure I experienced every aspect of the place. ;)We met Kara and Kelly from Virginia Beach. They had come to St. Michael's to pick up an antique. They were alot of fun. I wish I had gotten their emails. They seriously had me in stitches.



I have so much more to tell you but that's all for now. Later.

(I don't know why but spell check isn't working so please excuse any spelling errors I missed.)
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