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Friday, February 25, 2011

Weekly Wrap-up of Vacation Week

  The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.  This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.  ~Susan Allen Toth

It's Friday. 
It doesn't feel like Friday.  It is rainy, windy, gray and still.
Here, in my favorite hour of the day, while everyone is still asleep, my mind works for a little bit on things like a perfect turn of phrase.  I am not yet thinking of all the  mundane details on my "To Do" list.     For a fleeting time, I can be the writer, the poet, the romantic.  

And then, with a sleepy "good morning Mom", my reality is back.  And I don't mind.  Someday they'll be grown and gone and I will be alone to write and it will be too quiet.

This week was the week of Jenna's Sleepover party, long anticipated, almost canceled and, in the end, went off splendidly.  There were treasure hunts, roasting marshmallows, dancing, nail polish, pizza and general silliness. My dear husband held the fort while I hid in my room with a pounding headache, my best friend and "Mama Mia". 

It was a week of movies with dear friends and silly sing alongs with that one friend you can always count on to be there when you really needed her and you didn't even know it.  The week of American Idol, ordering this years standardized tests and the National Mythology Exam.  Of good news of friends arriving safely in Tanzania and the tears and heartache of saying goodbye to them in the first place.

It was the week wherein Rowan spent two days helping a friend paint her room and another out and about on Main Street with other friends and late nights on the computer chatting. I barely saw her at all!
In which I completed a lap blanket, began a scarf, watched Season 7 of Stargate SG1 while I worked and got gloriously behind on my Bible in 90 Days study.

A week where I never did go get my blood work done or Rowan's x-ray but in which I am taking Jenna to the dentist today for a chipped tooth this afternoon.  

A week where I took Jenna to the ice rink, stopped at Walmart on the way home and promptly forgot why I was there.  Thankfully, I email my mother every morning and when I called her at work to see if I had, in fact, mentioned in the email why I was going to Walmart, she was able to tell me.  New underwear for the little one.  Which I bought, came home with, washed and put away with satisfaction just to have her wailing that evening that they didn't fit right.  Sigh.

A week where I still have the "to do" list I've been ignoring and still need to grocery shop and stop by my mother's.  I forgot vacuum bags at Walmart too and had to empty mine out by hand for the 3rd time, blech.

A week ending in some small satisfaction of getting a few things done.

A week ending knowing that my worst days are nothing compared to the day my sister in law will be having and that there is precious little I can do about it.

A week of more global upheaval wherein I take comfort in the small wonders of daily life.  

Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it.  ~Robert Brault,


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Wordless(ish) Wednesday, February 23th, 2011

This just came in the mail today!  My first win ever from a blog contest.
The best part of it is, I have read the entire series and I couldn't wait to share them with the girls. These are in the Middle School category but I daresay anyone who likes a good romp with a cool storyline would enjoy them.  They are written as a serial with different authors for each book.  Rick Riordan wrote the first one and that is how they came to my attention, we are huge fans of his work.
Shannon already did a fabulous write-up on the blog I entered the give away on, so I will refer you to hers.  
It's here on her blog on one of her fabulous "Middle School Monday" posts.
Now we have to wait for the next one, it is out in August, I am on the edge of my seat waiting!  Here is the website dedicated to the series.  Check it out!
Jenna is already a chapter into it, she seems to be enjoying The Maze of Bones.


Thursday, February 17, 2011

Percy's Lucky Day

Up and out early this morning, dropping off a friend at school.  Picked up a treat for the girls at Dunkin Donuts and headed home for my coffee.  I walked into the house and it was really smokey.   I figured Mike had loaded up the stove before he left, he is notorious for filling the house with smoke when he does the stove.  I filled my cup with caffeinated goodness and sat down to check my email.  

It wasn't long before I realized it was a little worse than I had thought.  I was smelling smoke pretty strongly.  I grabbed the cat to hold onto him so he didn't get out and opened the doors and the windows to let the smoke out.  Percy Jackson struggled insistently to go OUT but I managed to hold on with only minimal damage. 
A few minutes later it looked better so I shut the house up again.  I sat back down at the computer and was reading away when I realized that I still smelled smoke pretty badly.  

I turned around and it still looked hazy so up I got again, figuring I just didn't do a thorough job the first time, grabbed the cat and opened all the doors and windows again for a few minutes.  It cleared up and I shut the house up again and put the cat down.

About the 4th time I had done this, I investigated the stove.  I opened it and it was all smokey and smoldering, so I poked at the logs a bit to no avail.
Then I look to see if it is sealed and it was, so up I go again, grab the cat, lather, rinse repeat. 
After an hour it was getting a little ridiculous and I know the stove is clearly smoking into the house but from where?????  I investigated yet again and discovered, at last, that smoke was actually pouring out where the stove pipe attaches to the wall.
I call Mike.  Mike is in Truro.  He tells me I have to go outside, remove the catch-out cover and empty it as it is no doubt filled with creosote.

I went and got the screwdriver, the asbestos gloves, a big stick and out I went, through the rhododendron against the house to where the stove pipe exits the basement.  The screw was, naturally, just about stripped but I managed to get it undone, removed the catch out and it was blocked solid, just as he'd thought.  I put on the gloves in case of hot cinders and poked with the stick until great lumps of soot and creosote cascaded down to the ground.  All clear.   I put the cover back on and went back into the smoke filled house.

I started to open the doors and there was the cat, just dying to slip past me.  And then opened every door and window in the house to let the rest of the smoke out along with the cat.


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Wordless(ish) Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

My Grandfather, John Koch, was a wonderful photographer.  His children were clearly his favorite subjects and he had such a gift for capturing iconic childhood moments.  These are of my Mom and her older brother Peter.  I've just begun to scan some into my hard drive and these are completely untouched.


Monday, February 14, 2011

More Family Fun from Rowan's Facebook page

 Jenna: But I'll be OLD by then!! Ill be 14!!! *said with disgust*
Me: (yelling from upstairs) HEY
Dad: Nah you wont be THAT ancient
Jenna: ya you are right. I will only be 13..that is not that old.
 Age of Mythology...............Such a fun game!! I LOVE controlling my own little world.
 HORRIDLY loud rooster crow alarm around 5. Turns out Jenna had gotten up to make us pancakes!!! After 10 years I have decided. We can keep her!!!! lol
  Kai: Is the noise I make when I am in peril..............
Dad: Its the noise you make that will get you IN peril!!
  Jenna: No man left behind!!..........Except for that guy apparently...
  You know it is gonna be one of those nights when you walk in and your sister says "Hello Carbon-based life form." I think she has been spending to much time with her robot.....
 I love my mother very much. Happy birthday Liz McGann Borden!! ♥ Happy birthday my wonderful mother!!!
Ah night. Sleep, the thing that takes away all, yet gives more. With it, you loose one day, and gain another. So adieu to the cruelty and joy of today, and welcome the peace of sleep and the mystery of tomorrow.
  Dad: ( in a sing song manner) : Run run run away! run away till you cant run away no more! then kill the purple thing! run run run away! then kill the unicorn thing with the bad breath that hurts me!! (playing a DS game)
Jenna: I am so proud of you!! you killed him!!
 Me: mommy can I have a baby dragon????
Mom: Honey now is not a good time.
 Jenna banging on drums and screeching. Kea says "WHY IS THERE A DYING CAT????"
 Dad: Do you like asparagus?
Me: Yus!!!
Dad: what is "yus" is it yes? or something else???
 and for Valentine's Day, a classic from the archives...


Sunday, February 13, 2011

Lens Photo Challenge: February at OSV

The little red berries for Valentines, the snow and bareness of the branches name it February. 

Link up over at Jenn's place...


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