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Curling up with the warm words of My Dears, I realize just how thirsty – literally and figuratively – we each were for a full-on rainy day.  Here in Delaware, Jim and I made sure to do all of our running on that blue-sky Saturday in anticipation of hunkering down Sunday.

Saturday: Paw as Coach to both soccer teams. U6 for SMC & U3 for BEJC. Yes, Sunday morning proved a bit painful.

Then, a lazy wake-up to lacrosse finals, photo triage (oh my…), magazines, Grammy’s spaghetti sauce slow cooking most of the day and Ring Around the Rosie in the afternoon? Is there another word for heaven?

So grateful to be looking out my window at the rain and not my windshield. Thank you.

The photo prep for 31 Days/LOAD 512/LSNED 512 has pushed me into quote mode too. Enjoy…see you next Monday.

The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Roger Miller

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rain and if only…

Sunday it rained all day long…which was a very good thing since here in the Washington DC area, we have been running a rainfall deficit of at least 5.5 inches. Yesterday  least .5 of an inch of that deficit was made up. So, what does one do on a rainy Sunday? Perhaps the question should be: what doesn’t one do?

7:20 am:  I slept in (normally I’m up between 5:30 am – 6:00 am, 7 days a week)  and greeted the day with my very favorite morning activity: Morning Solitude and Quiet Time (that I’ve dubbed MSQT).  A cup of hot tea, a half glass of orange juice, a tall glass of ice water, a few assorted books and/or magazines to read, along with a few select blogs, and my journal. For several plus hours I just basked in the extra peace and quiet of  Sunday morning.

10:00 am – 12:30 pm: In this house, we normally watch the Sunday morning political talk shows and yesterday was no different, except, my sister was in town – she lives in Miami – and she came by for a quick visit on her way to New Jersey. We had a somewhat decadent  breakfast/brunch: bacon, omelette, steak fries and raspberry coffee cake, all very good.

1:00 pm – 5:30 pm:  Several years ago, my favorite VAs – virtual assistants Laura and Antonette   -introduced me to a game that they call If Only I had an Hour… and it works like this: at the beginning of a designated time, participants call into a central number and share with each other, plans for a project or to-do-list items that will be tackled in the next hour. After everyone has shared, we each go off on our industrious ways and  for the next hour (that we’ve given ourselves) we do! At the end of the hour, we all gather by phone, report our progress and share plans for the next hour. And this is the way the game is played over the span of 4 -5 hours. Very inspiring and it is amazing what one can and does accomplish in an hour!

Ever since I’ve been retired, I’ve played this game with my friend Pat (and sometimes  alone when a I’ve needed to jumpstart myself). Usually, we work on a  fun knitting or quilting project that we’re both doing. We have found that playing If/Only goes along way towards doing (as in finishing) the project. Yesterday, we each made significant progress on block we’re each knitting for what will eventually be a sixteen-block knitted afghan – we’re almost 1/4 of the way finished!

And to celebrate , I ended our game with a glass of wine… Also, throughout the afternoon, since I was knitting at the dining room table, I also watched at least 3 TV movies…I think that’s some sort of record for me in one day! But wait, there’s more…

5:30 pm – 11:30 pm: Dinner was light, beef veggie soup. Watched the Washington Capitals lose to the Boston Bruins in sudden-death OT. Not a hockey fan but, …and then more TV movies and dozed off and on, until I went to bed.

Yesterday was Earth Day, when we take extra time to think about how we can and must take actual actions that sustain and renew this planet, our home. Mother  Nature blessed us with nearly, if not more, a half-inch of sorely needed rain. Coming on a Sunday, this was a great opportunity to relax and chill. I used the day doing just that: enjoying a longer than normal MSQT and  making some progress without any pressure on a knitting project. Rain on!

Cheers~

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On Sunday I slept in until the unseemly hour of 9:30am!  I snuggled in my bed and wrote in my journal—pure bliss. This is the only day of the week I am not up at 6 or 7am.  Saturday afternoon and evening had finally delivered promised rain by the bucket load, cooled the air, and the clouds moved on so the morning was glittering and glorious.

I posted a few book reviews on my Hungry for Life blog and then listened to an audio book of Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult while I washed the dishes and tidied the house. I am always swept away by her books and this one had me looking for more homecaring tasks so I could finish the chapter. My deal with myself for audio books is to keep moving or listen in the car. ;) I’m paying close attention to her word choice and descriptions and am wowed by her talent for writing.

Later, I curled up with the novel The Virgin Blue by Tracy Chevalier. She’s the author of A Girl With a Pearl Earring and one of my favorites The Lady and the Unicorn. I relish historical fiction and the lives she imagines for her characters. This book moves seemlessly between modern day and France of four hundred years ago.

Then I met my friend Lucy at the movies to see the movie version of Nicholas Sparks’s novel The Lucky One. Yes its a chick flick and I’m a sappy romantic. The ending was similar but they added a couple twists—I preferred the original ending but the movie was worth seeing.

In the evening I started book four A Feast of CrowsGeorge R.R. Martin’s fantasy series A Song of Ice and Fire (I reviewed book three on my blog!). I’ve never read a series with so many characters! I’m also watching Game of Thrones Season 2 (Book 1) on HBO and have been impressed with how well cast and detailed it has been; definitely as good as Lord of the Rings movies if you’re a fan.

A day spent reflecting and stirring the embers of inspiration by reading authors I admire is a heaven sent day.

What books are bookending your days or week?

The audio book of Lone Wolf is read by several performers instead of a single reader and I'm thoroughly enjoying this presentation. The varied voices add depth and fullness to the listening experience. That's my ancient portable CD player that has played through many a mile with me and keeps on spinnin'!

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aka…

Hey there! Sorry I missed our chat yesterday…I’ve had a busy weekend, including today. We’re having top-down convertible weather (and yes, KMG, I know you are mis-er-able ~ so am I! And fearful that the AC is on the blink. The thermostat isn’t registering a temp and that’s scary, but a subject for another post, hopefully more positive…).

But, back to the weekend: Saturday I attended an all-day workshop at the Queen’s Ink – my favorite go-to place for luscious card stock and pattern papers not to mention that  just walking through the shop is a visual feast where all the displays and product scream: try me! try me!

The workshop was on altering books and the product was the beginning of a reference book (just the idea of such wooed this old retired librarian’s heart ;-) ) of techniques, such as making pockets, flip-ups, windows, adding zippers, etc. We had a gay ol’ time and my creative juices  really flowed. By the time I got home, about 7 PM, I was worn out by the endorphin rush.

one of my pages...

Sunday was a very lazy morning…and in the afternoon, I went to my monthly knitting class. We’re making a 16-block afghan, each block has a different diamond motif. Yesterday we started block #4 and after a few false starts on my part, I got into the swing of things.

the empty space is where block #4 is going...

Believe it or not, this class is taught by a librarian…she’s the chief materials’ selector for Howard County Library. And did I mention that yesterday was convertible top-down weather? Not that I have one but I saw several on the road.

not mine but nice...

Again, when I got home, I was bushed and finished the day sacked out in front of the TV – not watching – with a glass of bubbly. I’m thinkin’ a nap ensued…

Mondays are quilt guild day and so, off to Columbia I went for the second time in as many days. Today we had a guest lecturer, Penny Haren (from Ohio) who has created a Pieced Applique Technique that is easy, appears to be fun and results in blocks with perfect points and curves without sewing. She’s doing a workshop tomorrow that I can’t attend – boo hoo – but I did buy one of her books!

Norman started to mow the lawn today and of course, the lawnmower acted up.  So we had to take it to the lawnmower repair people who suggested that maybe there was water in the gasoline. We bought and  poured some stuff in the mower that’s supposed to take care of that problem (as I am writing this post, he’s out trying to get it going and sadly, I don’t hear it …). But you know what? I think I’ll go fix a bite to eat, have a glass of bubbly and watch the news.

Hope you both have a great week and I’ll catch up with you next Monday, April 23.

Cheers~

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Friday night about 11pm my daughter Brin and I drove to our local Relay for Life being held on the football field of a nearby highschool. We joined our fellow gym members to support Team CrossFit by carrying the CrossFit Log nonstop for the twelve hours of the relay. We stayed until 3am Saturday morning and still only carried the log twice! CrossFit had bright gold t-shirts with their logo on the front in purple and Relay for Life info on the back—anyone who carried the log (in two people teams) for two laps received a free tee! Pure genius—there was a waiting line most of the morning to carry the log.

Heave ho...and off we go!

The quarter mile track was lined with luminaries that glowed softly along the periphery; flickering sentinels—a quiet reminder of why we were there. The white bags were dedicated to cancer survivors, in support of loved ones receiving cancer treatment, and in memory of those taken too soon by this disease.  Many bags were decorated or had a message and so I walked and read the bags, whispering their names under my breath and sending them with a prayer to the Universe.

My dad died in 2000 at the too young age of seventy-five from skin cancer that had spread to his throat and then bones and finally his liver. My dear friend and client Sharon has an amazing daughter who is only in her early twenties and is being treated for Leukemia at Dana-Faber in Boston. Their journey and approach to this disease have been extraordinarily inspiring and reminds me of  this story about Mother Teresa:

Mother Teresa was once asked if she would join in a protest march against war. She said “no, I will not march in a protest against war, but when you organize a march for peace, please let me know, I’ll be the first to sign up.”

It may seem an insignificant shift but what you are against weakens you. What you are for strengthens you. Instead of fighting against cancer I am FOR a cure.

The booth for luminaries had been closed for hours but I asked anyway and a lovely volunteer (who I Crossfit with!) dug out the materials for me to make two bags in memory and in honor. May the glow of a thousand candles be the catalyst for a brilliant tomorrow one that boldly brings a cure for cancer.

My Dad told me on the day he died that he didn't want to miss seeing Brin grow up...I told him heartfully that I didn't know where he'd be but I truly believed he would celebrate our accomplishments with us. I am sure he got a good guffaw out of seeing us carrying that log! He'd be so proud of the loving and caring young woman Brin has become.

Blessings to you Marina the Bold & Beautiful!

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Between Easter, Spring Break and Life Stuff, it’s been several weeks since we’ve had a chance to just hang-out, play games, eat good food…and giggle, laugh, whoop/holler. A great time was had by all. Little Miss is turning out to be quite difficult to shoot, by the way. She either wiggles and wriggles or smiles until the camera is clicking then looks down. The evidence …

"I could be dancin,' dancin,' DANCIN'!"

 

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Verb Tribe Too began on Thursday and I was still awake at the stroke of midnight Thursday morning and couldn’t resist peeking at the prompt that was finally accessible, ‘You are a bird’.  I watched birds all day and wondered about them. I listened to their calls, cries, and caws with a new ear attempting to differentiate and recognize them.

On Friday morning I was early to CrossFit and sat in my car with my little notepad and jotted down a few lines and words that came to me during my drive. Later at home after Morning Pages were tucked away I sat with my trusty Ticonderoga pencil and my blank sketch book and captured this poem:

Krak

My body is the night
blacker than pitch.
Imagine the evening sky, stars snuffed out like candles.
I am soaked in black
my feathers reflect iridescent purple.

Bold am I.
Bodacious.
Raucous.
I scream at my crow cousins.
I am mighty—
They are minions in my kingdom.

Raven am I.
Maven of heaven.
My intense inky eyes
blink rapidly
on either side of my head.
Monocular vision—
so foreign to you,
allows a view of ALL.

I am always alert, ready, poised.
The branch sways
I hold my head still
to triangulate.
What buoyant substance is sealed in
these hollow bones?
Which make my body
lighter
than the air that kisses it?

I am not shackled by gravity
my wings spread in a shadowy embrace
my legs thrust
I point my beak to the rising sun.
Close to the ground I swoop and loop
over my crow cousins.
Krak, krak I call
to remind them
I am here.
Always watching.
Their dark master.

I lift on a current like a branch in the sea
and surge
upwards
a black smudge in an azure sky.
My belly is full.
My wings are strong
I beat them up then down
steadily
and feel the wind
shoot me higher.

A thermal!
I bank right.
The heavens are devoid
of other life
I circle the funnel of air
feathers streaming
eyes seeking
my wings stroke the air.
krak, krak
alive, I scream. I am alive.

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Good Friday

Each and every Good Friday for as long as I can remember, I chew and chew on the phrase Good Friday and wonder why those words were chosen by Christians to identify the final sufferings of Jesus. Evidently, others wonder as well.  [I heart the internet.] 

...from Dutch philosopher, Spinoza: Nature is the true expression of God. And each of us is part of it. Oh yeah.

Like any woman with a hardshell Southern Baptist background, my day was spent working for my family. Especially sorting through - and re-aligning - my unfulfilled expectations RE: OLW and MMEW. Three full months behind. <grin> After? Taxes at noon, big grocery effort at 3 (thanks, Josh), prep for/travel to Cornell Kids Slumber Party. Kids? Now, that’s God’s work.

...as I head home from the Slumber Party on Saturday morning...

 

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I have been capturing a photo of this year’s full moons. As the day approaches, my radar is constantly attuned to the sky. It seems that with the change over to Daylight Savings Time, the moon shows up later, – of course - and not in the spot where I’m used to seeing it: out my kitchen window that faces northeast. So, taking the photo is a challenge ’cause I’m not sure when or where the moon will show up…lately, it’s been in the southeast/west sky.

Last evening, I went out several times to get that photo (and just in case the day of the full moon greets us with inclement weather, I have also been taking a picture of a not quite full moon earlier in the week). After 7-8 attempts, along with trying to remember the best setting for taking night photos on my little ol’ point ‘n shoot, I finally got a couple shots that are keepers. Certainly nothing to get up in the middle of the night to write home about…but this one fills the bill…

I kinda like it, especially the yellow glow cast by the streetlights and the different colors of the leaves…

Next month, who knows what I’ll capture?

Cheers~

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…Thursday’s child has far to go…

With a clear destination in mind, the day started with email at 5a from the comfort of my bed. On to Jonny and his workday…Goonies Forever.

...are you sure it's not Saturday?

Quick conversations with The Girls before I head off to the mandatory Standards of Conduct (translation: diversity/harassment) training in Council Chambers. Presenter tackled the elephant in the room…which didn’t exactly sit well with all of the attendees, of course. Thought-provoking and a reminder that there is still so much work to be done.

...the "back way" to Council...

Flying off to Midway. I arrive before Joshua, before Kate; time to close my eyes a few minutes and remember the story of The Hunger Games. Yes, I did return to work after. Life/Work balance, right?

...12:45p...that's us...

 

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