Please hold Ronnie, Steven and little Sarah in your thoughts. They need all the our good wishes, love and prayers right now...
Update: Thank you for your good energy! Little Sarah has made it over a big hurdle. Please continue to hold her in your thoughts - think small, strong, healthy and kicking!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
A Perfect Home
Chuck’s Dad has lived in greater Seattle for nearly fourteen years. He first lived in a condominium. Later, after Chuck’s Mom passed away, Dad moved to an independent living arrangement. As his health and care needs changed, he relocated to an assisted living facility. Now, at 93, Dad lives in an "Adult Family Home". Prior to Dad’s move we had never heard of these Adult Family Homes. But the one Dad lives in now is wonderful.
Dad’s AFH is a single family home owned and operated by a lovely couple; N. and B. N. and B. have four residents living with them, including Dad. There is never a hint of impatience, weariness or frustration in their manner. They are warm and gentle with each resident, as well as very respectful and attentive. For example, at dinner the other day, Dad and two other residents were all pulled up to the dining room table in their wheelchairs. B. brought out their dinners of halibut in lemon and olive oil with garlic and onions, along with spinach, asparagus and rice. She showed one of the prepared plates to Dad and explained that this was what he would be eating, then gave Dad a soup bowl with the same items having been pureed. (Dad has trouble swallowing solid food without coughing and choking.) Dad ate every bite and pronounced it good. Showing Dad the prepared plate was a simple, thoughtful gesture which captured the essence of both the couple and the home. I wish N. and B. could be cloned so any “ER” in Dad's circumstances would be able to live in such pleasant and comfortable surroundings.
We are quite relieved and delighted that even as his health declines, Dad’s sense of humor is still intact. For example: B., who runs the home, is a very attractive woman. Dad was looking up at B and staring. Because Dad has always had an “eye for the ladies” and can be a wicked flirt, I said: "Dad, isn't B. beautiful?" He immediately replied: "She's not as pretty as I am!" We all just about fell off our chairs laughing!
Dad’s AFH is a single family home owned and operated by a lovely couple; N. and B. N. and B. have four residents living with them, including Dad. There is never a hint of impatience, weariness or frustration in their manner. They are warm and gentle with each resident, as well as very respectful and attentive. For example, at dinner the other day, Dad and two other residents were all pulled up to the dining room table in their wheelchairs. B. brought out their dinners of halibut in lemon and olive oil with garlic and onions, along with spinach, asparagus and rice. She showed one of the prepared plates to Dad and explained that this was what he would be eating, then gave Dad a soup bowl with the same items having been pureed. (Dad has trouble swallowing solid food without coughing and choking.) Dad ate every bite and pronounced it good. Showing Dad the prepared plate was a simple, thoughtful gesture which captured the essence of both the couple and the home. I wish N. and B. could be cloned so any “ER” in Dad's circumstances would be able to live in such pleasant and comfortable surroundings.
We are quite relieved and delighted that even as his health declines, Dad’s sense of humor is still intact. For example: B., who runs the home, is a very attractive woman. Dad was looking up at B and staring. Because Dad has always had an “eye for the ladies” and can be a wicked flirt, I said: "Dad, isn't B. beautiful?" He immediately replied: "She's not as pretty as I am!" We all just about fell off our chairs laughing!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Update From The Great Northwest
- Here, in greater Seattle, Washington, spring has officially sprung. Everything is green, lush and in bud or full bloom. It is night and day from back home in central Massachusetts. But after a long, heavy winter, that is a very good if somewhat startling thing! I’ll get the camera out in the coming days and upload some photos.
- The ER (Elderly Relative) in this neck of the woods is Chuck’s Dad, who is 93 years old. I’m happy to report that Dad’s overall condition is not as bad as we had prepared ourselves for. And his new living arrangements exceeded the high expectations we had. Both facts give us a sense of relief. In addition to Chuck’s Dad, we are also visiting with Chuck’s sister and her family. It is always a treat to be able catch up with them in person.
- We flew out on jetBlue. I have to say that, based on just one non-stop flight from Boston to Seattle, jetBlue seems to have found the perfect balance between economy and luxury. Every single employee, on the phone or in person, was cheerful, relaxed, professional and friendly. The seats were comfortable and had honest to goodness leg room. I was anxious at the gate and during take off, but managed it without drinking any beverages for their medicinal value or utilizing any prescription medications!
- I began writing this post earlier today. It is now approaching midnight here, but my body is still running on east coast time and is convinced it is nearly 3:00 a.m. Who am I to argue?
: : More later...
- The ER (Elderly Relative) in this neck of the woods is Chuck’s Dad, who is 93 years old. I’m happy to report that Dad’s overall condition is not as bad as we had prepared ourselves for. And his new living arrangements exceeded the high expectations we had. Both facts give us a sense of relief. In addition to Chuck’s Dad, we are also visiting with Chuck’s sister and her family. It is always a treat to be able catch up with them in person.
- We flew out on jetBlue. I have to say that, based on just one non-stop flight from Boston to Seattle, jetBlue seems to have found the perfect balance between economy and luxury. Every single employee, on the phone or in person, was cheerful, relaxed, professional and friendly. The seats were comfortable and had honest to goodness leg room. I was anxious at the gate and during take off, but managed it without drinking any beverages for their medicinal value or utilizing any prescription medications!
- I began writing this post earlier today. It is now approaching midnight here, but my body is still running on east coast time and is convinced it is nearly 3:00 a.m. Who am I to argue?
: : More later...
Monday, March 24, 2008
Next Stop: The Great Northwest
The cats are in the kennel - er - kitty resort. We’re pretty much packed, with one lonely, mini-load of laundry left to go. (It never fails!) We fly out tomorrow so I’ll post in a couple of days to give you an update. As of this instant all ERs are OK.
Thanks for all the good wishes and "how to stay relaxed while flying" suggestions. It’s amazing how many involved alcohol! (Thanks for the e-mail KRL!)
;o)
P. S. Red Sox have Opening Day in Japan tomorrow. Go Sox!!!
Thanks for all the good wishes and "how to stay relaxed while flying" suggestions. It’s amazing how many involved alcohol! (Thanks for the e-mail KRL!)
;o)
P. S. Red Sox have Opening Day in Japan tomorrow. Go Sox!!!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Spring? Maybe...
We saw six robins over at the track yesterday. Today we saw one red tailed hawk and no robins. Coincidence? I think not. Robins are lovely and bright and probably took their leave when they saw the broad wings in the sky. That’s the only explanation I’m willing to consider!
Our day involved laundry (the last of it?), another walk under nearly identical conditions to yesterday and me applying cork sealer to more pairs of Birkenstocks than I can count. It started out as a small chore and grew like topsy. I know it blossomed because it was a way for me to keep busy and not think too hard about flying!
If you celebrate Easter, I hope it was everything you wanted it to be...
Our day involved laundry (the last of it?), another walk under nearly identical conditions to yesterday and me applying cork sealer to more pairs of Birkenstocks than I can count. It started out as a small chore and grew like topsy. I know it blossomed because it was a way for me to keep busy and not think too hard about flying!
If you celebrate Easter, I hope it was everything you wanted it to be...
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Spring?
According to the alignment of the planets, spring has officially sprung. According to our front lawn, well, not so much! The photo above shows the greatest area of “lawn” and the least amount of snow we’ve seen out there since the first week in December.- We’re continuing to chip away at the preparations for the trip. (NoteBook is coming in very handy.)
- The cats are eyeing their cat carriers with a great deal of suspicion. (Apparently, in their minds, kennel does not equal resort.)
- Who decided any liquid over 3 ounces was officially unsafe?
- Getting out for our walk in the sunshine today, even though the temperature was in the 30s (2 C) and it was very windy, felt good.
- Laundry, left in laundry baskets in a dark laundry room, multiplies.
- All of our “spinning plates” have been officially renamed with the collective abbreviation: “ERs” - short for Elderly Relatives, thanks to DancingMorganMouse!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Diagon Alley Here I Come
I’ve been a bit busy and a bit overwhelmed lately. (Question: Is it possible to be “a bit overwhelmed”? Doesn’t overwhelmed mean you’re totally sunk or in over your head or something of equal magnitude which makes modifying it with “a bit” oxymoronic?)
Let me start over. We have to fly across the country next week. It’s a family visit which is good, but it also includes the declining health of another elderly relative, which is tough. I am no longer a good flyer. Not only am I no longer a good flyer, but flying and the airlines are no longer fun. Once upon a time I flew quite often. I was a great deal younger and the service on the airlines was much, much better. Therefore it was a consistently more enjoyable experience. Now we fly infrequently, the service is much, much worse and the freakin’ rules keep changing!
We’ve done our best to book the most convenient flights on an airline we’ve never flown on before, but hear good things about. We’ve been reading the TSA’s and the airline’s rules and regulations trying to figure out what’s what. We’ve also booked the hotel and almost locked in on the rental car. If we could just wave a magic wand and simply be there, I would be a much happier individual right now - so would Chuck.
But my magic wand is in the shop right now. If it wasn’t in the shop, in addition to eliminating the to and fro parts of travel, I would wave my magic wand toward several things in the political realm, put a fresh coat of paint on the house, do what I could to assist the Red Sox and, most importantly, make all of our relatives healthy, well, strong and happy.
I so need a magic wand...
Let me start over. We have to fly across the country next week. It’s a family visit which is good, but it also includes the declining health of another elderly relative, which is tough. I am no longer a good flyer. Not only am I no longer a good flyer, but flying and the airlines are no longer fun. Once upon a time I flew quite often. I was a great deal younger and the service on the airlines was much, much better. Therefore it was a consistently more enjoyable experience. Now we fly infrequently, the service is much, much worse and the freakin’ rules keep changing!
We’ve done our best to book the most convenient flights on an airline we’ve never flown on before, but hear good things about. We’ve been reading the TSA’s and the airline’s rules and regulations trying to figure out what’s what. We’ve also booked the hotel and almost locked in on the rental car. If we could just wave a magic wand and simply be there, I would be a much happier individual right now - so would Chuck.
But my magic wand is in the shop right now. If it wasn’t in the shop, in addition to eliminating the to and fro parts of travel, I would wave my magic wand toward several things in the political realm, put a fresh coat of paint on the house, do what I could to assist the Red Sox and, most importantly, make all of our relatives healthy, well, strong and happy.
I so need a magic wand...
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Red Sox Rock Via Collective Action
The baseball players of the Boston Red Sox worked as a team to right a wrong. The team was scheduled to fly overseas today for both exhibition games and the official opening day game in Japan. Then the players got word that significant stipends promised to coaches and other support staff, including Manager Terry Francona were not going to paid out by Major League Baseball. The players stipends or bonuses were secure under their contract, not so the other important staff members. So after a great deal of behind the scenes action, the players voted unanimously not to play the scheduled game today against the Toronto Blue Jays. They also voted unanimously not to go to Japan until the wrong was righted.
Little more than an hour after this afternoon’s game had been scheduled to start, a satisfactory agreement was reached and the players went on to play ball and later head to Japan. Collective action was taken by a group of guys who already had their piece of the pie sewn up, but felt an injustice needed to be reversed for vital members of their larger Red Sox team. Bravo!
You can read more details here and here.
Little more than an hour after this afternoon’s game had been scheduled to start, a satisfactory agreement was reached and the players went on to play ball and later head to Japan. Collective action was taken by a group of guys who already had their piece of the pie sewn up, but felt an injustice needed to be reversed for vital members of their larger Red Sox team. Bravo!
You can read more details here and here.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Beware & Be Aware of Sound Bites
Today, Senator Barack Obama gave a tremendously important, excellent speech entitled “A More Perfect Union”. The 38 minute speech, addressing race in America, should be listened to in its entirety, the transcript read in full. Unfortunately, most media outlets are simply extracting snippets from the speech and that’s all many United States citizens will hear and see. Here are a variety of links where you can see and or listen to Senator Obama delivering his speech in Philadelphia or read the transcript.
Audio recording of the speech from National Public Radio. Click on the “Listen” link at the top of the page.
Transcript of the speech from National Public Radio.
Transcript of the speech from The Root(dot)com.
Video of the speech from MSNBC.
Video of the speech from CNN, located on the "Obama ’08" website.
Transcript of the speech located on the "Obama ’08" website.
Despite my warning in the title of this post, I want to share one brief excerpt of Senator Obama’s speech:
"I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas. I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression to serve in Patton's Army during World War II and a white grandmother who worked on a bomber assembly line at Fort Leavenworth while he was overseas. I've gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the world's poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slaveowners - an inheritance we pass on to our two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents, and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on Earth is my story even possible.
It's a story that hasn't made me the most conventional candidate. But it is a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is more than the sum of its parts - that out of many, we are truly one."
- Senator Barack Obama, March 18, 2008
Audio recording of the speech from National Public Radio. Click on the “Listen” link at the top of the page.
Transcript of the speech from National Public Radio.
Transcript of the speech from The Root(dot)com.
Video of the speech from MSNBC.
Video of the speech from CNN, located on the "Obama ’08" website.
Transcript of the speech located on the "Obama ’08" website.
Despite my warning in the title of this post, I want to share one brief excerpt of Senator Obama’s speech:
"I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas. I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression to serve in Patton's Army during World War II and a white grandmother who worked on a bomber assembly line at Fort Leavenworth while he was overseas. I've gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the world's poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slaveowners - an inheritance we pass on to our two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents, and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on Earth is my story even possible.
It's a story that hasn't made me the most conventional candidate. But it is a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is more than the sum of its parts - that out of many, we are truly one."
- Senator Barack Obama, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Saol Fada Chugat!
Which, if I’ve done my homework correctly, translates to: “Long life to you!”
On this St. Patrick’s Day, when I tote up my sixteen great-great grandparents, it works out to about twelve Irish, one French, one Danish and two question marks. But perhaps as many as four of the Irish were, for at least one generation, Irish-Scots. But those Irish-Scots self identified as Scottish! So if I come down a generation, to my great grandparents, then the scales are still tipped decidedly toward the Irish, but with at least one quarter Scottish.
Which begs the question: who cares? Well I do. Surely, not so I can slap on a silly “Kiss Me I’m Irish” button on the 17th of March every year. I care because of those sixteen ancestors and the thirty-two before them and the sixty-four before them and so on, back before there are records, back before there are any names left to be remembered.
I have cared ever since I was a kid and began asking my parents and grandparents lots of questions. For some reason, I have always been conscious of the very different circumstances every generation lived under. Perhaps it came from spending so much time with my grandparents. Perhaps it was their stories which piqued my interest. Perhaps it was the times they answered any of my innumerable questions with a simple: “I don’t know.”
No matter how it came to be, this genealogical research and record keeping is important to me. I owe everything to them. The least I can do is pore over the records and write their names, their birth and death dates and any bit of information I can find. Folks who worked so hard and took such enormous risks deserve at least to have their names spoken once again, their lives and life’s work acknowledged.
So on this St. Patrick’s Day, here’s to: Miles, Catherine, Hugh, Eliza, Hugh, Winifred, Margaret, William, Bridget, Thomas, Catherine, John, Mary, George, Sarah, Owen, James, Delia, Patrick, Catharine, John, Catherine, Joseph, Winifred, George, Augusta, Augusta Florence, Edward, Mary, Frederick, Elizabeth, James, Mary, James, Alexander, Catherine, John Mervyn, Marion, Dorothy and George - - -
Go raibh maith agaibh!
Thank you all!
On this St. Patrick’s Day, when I tote up my sixteen great-great grandparents, it works out to about twelve Irish, one French, one Danish and two question marks. But perhaps as many as four of the Irish were, for at least one generation, Irish-Scots. But those Irish-Scots self identified as Scottish! So if I come down a generation, to my great grandparents, then the scales are still tipped decidedly toward the Irish, but with at least one quarter Scottish.
Which begs the question: who cares? Well I do. Surely, not so I can slap on a silly “Kiss Me I’m Irish” button on the 17th of March every year. I care because of those sixteen ancestors and the thirty-two before them and the sixty-four before them and so on, back before there are records, back before there are any names left to be remembered.
I have cared ever since I was a kid and began asking my parents and grandparents lots of questions. For some reason, I have always been conscious of the very different circumstances every generation lived under. Perhaps it came from spending so much time with my grandparents. Perhaps it was their stories which piqued my interest. Perhaps it was the times they answered any of my innumerable questions with a simple: “I don’t know.”
No matter how it came to be, this genealogical research and record keeping is important to me. I owe everything to them. The least I can do is pore over the records and write their names, their birth and death dates and any bit of information I can find. Folks who worked so hard and took such enormous risks deserve at least to have their names spoken once again, their lives and life’s work acknowledged.
So on this St. Patrick’s Day, here’s to: Miles, Catherine, Hugh, Eliza, Hugh, Winifred, Margaret, William, Bridget, Thomas, Catherine, John, Mary, George, Sarah, Owen, James, Delia, Patrick, Catharine, John, Catherine, Joseph, Winifred, George, Augusta, Augusta Florence, Edward, Mary, Frederick, Elizabeth, James, Mary, James, Alexander, Catherine, John Mervyn, Marion, Dorothy and George - - -
Go raibh maith agaibh!
Thank you all!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Toto, We’re Not In Rhode Island Anymore!
Thankfully, all is calm today, but Friday and Saturday brought thunderstorms, high winds, hail, funnel clouds and tornadoes to Atlanta, Georgia and its environs, where my sister Gail now lives. I believe this was the worst series of storms to hit the area since Gail moved down there from Rhode Island almost one year ago. Since it was scary for all of us holding our breath for her, I can only imagine what it must have been like to be in the midst of it. Adding to the worry, Gail’s daughter Kate and her husband Phil were flying in from Boston yesterday for a visit. Timing is everything, but happily, they are safe and sound as well.
Did you hear that? That was our collective sigh of relief from Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Arizona and Georgia combined!
Did you hear that? That was our collective sigh of relief from Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Arizona and Georgia combined!
Happy Birthday Chuck!
”Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Chuck
Happy Birthday to you -
and many more!
Wheeeeeee!!!”
Today is Chuck’s birthday! Regular readers know that I consider myself the luckiest gal in the world to be married to the nicest guy on the planet! Tell me what you will about your own Prince Charmings. While I will be very happy for you, I’m afraid it will fall on deaf ears! Seriously, Chuck is kind, thoughtful, loving, has a ready laugh and a quick wit. And yes, I am eternally grateful he somehow finds me special too.
Here’s a photo of Chuck from when he was in college. All that and brains too! Happy Birthday Kiddo!
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Chuck
Happy Birthday to you -
and many more!
Wheeeeeee!!!”
Today is Chuck’s birthday! Regular readers know that I consider myself the luckiest gal in the world to be married to the nicest guy on the planet! Tell me what you will about your own Prince Charmings. While I will be very happy for you, I’m afraid it will fall on deaf ears! Seriously, Chuck is kind, thoughtful, loving, has a ready laugh and a quick wit. And yes, I am eternally grateful he somehow finds me special too.
Here’s a photo of Chuck from when he was in college. All that and brains too! Happy Birthday Kiddo!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Wild Willy’s News
We stopped by Wild Willy’s Burgers on West Boylston Street in Worcester again. Chuck had a hankering for one of their delicious burgers and who am I to stand in the way of his happiness? The good news is that the food continues to be very tasty and the chaotic crush of customers has finally calmed down. It is now possible to get a parking place in the lot without idling for ten minutes! But the really good news is that they are now open on Sundays. That’s right. Seven days a week you can swing by for a burger and a root beer or even more refreshing: an orange spritzer with wedges of orange and lemon in the bubbly goodness. It reminded us of Worcester’s own Polar Orange Dry Soda, only fresher and citrusier.
For more details on our previous visits to this totally casual, local establishment with very good service look here and here. Then jump in the car and drive to Wild Willy’s!
For more details on our previous visits to this totally casual, local establishment with very good service look here and here. Then jump in the car and drive to Wild Willy’s!
Drumroll Please
Tomorrow is a big day around here.
Any guesses?
Yes, it is the day before St. Patrick’s Day.
Yes, it is the day Ferdinand Magellan reached the Philippines in 1521.
Well, yes, it is also the day that Robert Goddard launched the first liquid-fueled rocket right here in Massachusetts in 1926.
O.K. Stop guessing!
It’s also my husband Chuck’s birthday!
Yup. Sixty-five years ago tomorrow, Chuck made his first official appearance on the planet. Yay & Hurray!
I was what could generously be described as fashionably late to the party - my great loss.
I figured an event of this magnitude deserved a little drumroll in advance...
Any guesses?
Yes, it is the day before St. Patrick’s Day.
Yes, it is the day Ferdinand Magellan reached the Philippines in 1521.
Well, yes, it is also the day that Robert Goddard launched the first liquid-fueled rocket right here in Massachusetts in 1926.
O.K. Stop guessing!
It’s also my husband Chuck’s birthday!
Yup. Sixty-five years ago tomorrow, Chuck made his first official appearance on the planet. Yay & Hurray!
I was what could generously be described as fashionably late to the party - my great loss.
I figured an event of this magnitude deserved a little drumroll in advance...
Friday, March 14, 2008
Oh No!
The Red Sox released Doug Mirabelli.
The Red Sox released Doug Mirabelli?
The Red Sox released Doug Mirabelli!!!
I’ve got nothing against Kevin Cash. And I’ve learned over the last few years to: “Let go and let Theo”, even though some of his decisions have been difficult to take. But I can’t believe letting Doug Mirabelli go is a good idea. I admit, I’m hopelessly sentimental and Doug’s state trooper escorted return to Fenway Park in 2006 was a peak baseball moment for me. But can Cash really catch Wakefield’s knuckleball? And is Cash’s defensive performance good enough to offset his weak offensive numbers?
Sometimes spring training truly sucks.
Sigh....
The Red Sox released Doug Mirabelli?
The Red Sox released Doug Mirabelli!!!
I’ve got nothing against Kevin Cash. And I’ve learned over the last few years to: “Let go and let Theo”, even though some of his decisions have been difficult to take. But I can’t believe letting Doug Mirabelli go is a good idea. I admit, I’m hopelessly sentimental and Doug’s state trooper escorted return to Fenway Park in 2006 was a peak baseball moment for me. But can Cash really catch Wakefield’s knuckleball? And is Cash’s defensive performance good enough to offset his weak offensive numbers?
Sometimes spring training truly sucks.
Sigh....
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Stone As Art
One of the highlights of our trip to the 2008 New England Spring Flower Show in Boston on Monday was seeing stone artist Lee Spiller again. He creates exquisitely beautiful vases and other items from stones. The finished product is clearly still a stone, but it has been respectfully transformed. We first saw Lee’s artwork on one of our trips to Bar Harbor, Maine. There’s a shop there, actually a couple of shops, called Window Panes. They carry home decor, furniture, kitchen and garden items along with Lee Spiller’s stone work. They have a separate shop for bath and body products on upper Main Street. Their main location is also on Main Street, but near the intersection with Mt. Desert Street. I believe they still have an annex over on Cottage Street. I couldn’t find a functional web link for Window Panes, but of the many shops in Bar Harbor, they are a “must do”.
Anyhoo, back to Lee Spiller. When you see his stone vases displayed you will feel immediately drawn to them. They call to you, inviting you to pick them up. Lee uses all different sizes of stones. Each one has a refined form by virtue of its having been tumbled over time in a river or an ocean. That natural shape is never diminished as Lee works with each stone to turn it into a vase, a candle holder, a “puddle stone” or a lamp.
Over the years we have been unable to resist a number of Mr. Spiller’s vases such that our collection now numbers ten. As we approached his booth in the Gardener’s Marketplace in the Bayside Expo Center Monday, we started telling each other we already had lots of his gorgeous vases at home. But then we saw his newest creation: stone pendants. They have the same simple, earthy, elegant qualities as his vases, just writ small and available to be worn around ones neck. One pendant fairly leapt off the driftwood display into my hands - really! Then Chuck asked if he had brought any other pendants, not yet on display and Lee graciously brought out the rest of his trove. Sure enough, another pendant flew right into Chuck’s hands! We slipped them on and immediately loved the weight and feel of them. I wish the photo below allowed you to experience them in person.
Anyhoo, back to Lee Spiller. When you see his stone vases displayed you will feel immediately drawn to them. They call to you, inviting you to pick them up. Lee uses all different sizes of stones. Each one has a refined form by virtue of its having been tumbled over time in a river or an ocean. That natural shape is never diminished as Lee works with each stone to turn it into a vase, a candle holder, a “puddle stone” or a lamp.
Over the years we have been unable to resist a number of Mr. Spiller’s vases such that our collection now numbers ten. As we approached his booth in the Gardener’s Marketplace in the Bayside Expo Center Monday, we started telling each other we already had lots of his gorgeous vases at home. But then we saw his newest creation: stone pendants. They have the same simple, earthy, elegant qualities as his vases, just writ small and available to be worn around ones neck. One pendant fairly leapt off the driftwood display into my hands - really! Then Chuck asked if he had brought any other pendants, not yet on display and Lee graciously brought out the rest of his trove. Sure enough, another pendant flew right into Chuck’s hands! We slipped them on and immediately loved the weight and feel of them. I wish the photo below allowed you to experience them in person.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Still Winter
It snowed today. After some sleet snow mix early on, we were treated to big, luscious flakes. They swirled during squalls. They danced during flurries; seeming to bounce up on the wind from the ground, to peek in the second floor windows. Then the sun came out and what little had been able to accumulate melted, making us think it had all been a mirage. But a few hours later the sky grayed over and the snow began again.
Chuck’s new snowshoe bindings arrived and he has swapped old technology for new. But we don’t know if he will break them in this winter or next. Before spring creeps up on me completely, I wanted to share a few more winter scenes with you.
Chuck’s new snowshoe bindings arrived and he has swapped old technology for new. But we don’t know if he will break them in this winter or next. Before spring creeps up on me completely, I wanted to share a few more winter scenes with you.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
A Glimpse of Spring
Yesterday we decided to go to the 2008 New England Spring Flower Show in Boston. You can read about our 2007 trip here. Last year’s show seemed a little thin, but lovely. This year, there were even fewer exhibits and the ones that were presented seemed less dazzling. The theme this year is “Rhapsody in Green”; both the color and the environmental movement. Perhaps that led to designer restraint and fewer splashes of color. Also some of our old favorites such as the garden rooms and the dining tables were barely in evidence. It all seemed a bit blah and we did not experience that energizing burst of early spring we have come to expect. The show, sponsored by the Massachusetts Horticultural Society, runs through this Sunday, March 16th at the Bayside Expo Center.
Here are a few of my favorite moments from the show. Enjoy!
P.S. Blogger has been acting up lately. Tonight the entire platform seemed to disappear! I hope you’re finding Pink Granite easy to open and read.
Here are a few of my favorite moments from the show. Enjoy!
P.S. Blogger has been acting up lately. Tonight the entire platform seemed to disappear! I hope you’re finding Pink Granite easy to open and read.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Far From Ordinary
It looks to be made mostly of thin strips of birch bark. But there are bits of blue speckled paper, adding a subtle decorative touch. Who lived here? Who worked so hard to create this small treasure to rear their young in? Will they be back this spring? Or do they start from scratch each and every season? Are they born knowing how to weave? Remember the first time you held yarn in one hand, a crochet hook in the other and chained your first chain. Think about that first awkward casting on to knitting needles or your attempt to knit the first row. Yarn too tight, yarn too loose, needles stabbing fiber, the air and you. Now imagine doing it all while hovering in the air, wings beating, a shred of birch bark between your lips.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Again With The Clocks
Call me cranky or grumpy - both might well be true today - but I still dislike the entire concept of daylight saving time. Tonight we have to “spring ahead” an hour. Here’s my post from last spring which sums up my feelings. Hmmm.... I guess that link means you can call me lazy too!
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