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The Day that Got Away

January 8, 2012 at 4:26 pm by Claudia

Well, I meant to have a post up by now, but I’ve somehow lost control of the day.

Started painting this morning; haven’t cleaned, swiffered or taken a shower. Or eaten any lunch. In the middle of it all, Brenda called with a blog problem and we spent a big chunk of time on the phone talking about it. Now, it’s 3:30 and I need to clean up a bit.

The desk is painted. Now I have to figure out what I’m going to do. Maybe a little ‘aging’ and some beeswax and then I have an idea for the shelves.

I had planned to attack the clutter in this house today (especially since Brenda and I are tackling “Clutter in a Small House” this Tuesday)….but that will have to wait until tomorrow.

How’s your Sunday going?

Filed Under: DIY, painting 20 Comments

My Boy

January 7, 2012 at 3:06 pm by Claudia

My boy and I are spending time together – just the two of us. Since Don has been taking Scout on a daily walk lately, Riley and I have been hanging out. If you don’t know Riley’s story, we rescued him when he was about 2 years old. He had been found on the streets of Patterson, NJ. Not long after we adopted him, we discovered he had heartworm. Thanks to my wonderful friends at the animal hospital where I was working part-time, he came through with flying colors.

Riley was neglected and abused before we found him. He didn’t know how to relate to humans. He was a little like a wild dog. But I could see a sweet disposition underneath all that. There are still things that scare him: reaching for his collar, coming at him from behind, touching his ears or his paws. If scared enough, he’ll bite. He’s come a long way, from a dog that couldn’t ask for attention to a boy who needs and wants attention. I can pet him now. I can lean down near his face and whisper to him, stroke him, and he is no longer scared.

Those eyes. They are the eyes of a gentle soul, who never deserved what happened to him as a young boy. We really don’t know his age but we estimate it to be around 10. We’ve had him for 8 years and what a gift he has been. There were times I was afraid of him; afraid he would bite me, afraid he would bite someone else. I truly believe he has come to me as a teacher and a guide. For he has taught me patience. He has taught me to love unconditionally. He is my very special boy.

He has a debilitating disease of the lower spine and pelvis that will eventually take him from us. Going on a walk is a tough thing for him. We must walk very slowly and he gets tired quickly. Scout, who just turned 13, is the youngest 13 year old dog I know and needs lots of exercise. So Riley and I hang out together. I give him some special treats and hug him and tell him that I love him and to please, please stay with us as long as he can.

My babies are aging. And I simply cannot bear the thought of losing them. They are my children. Not ‘like’ my children. They are my children. I love them with all my heart.

We’ve had several scares with Riley – times where we thought we were losing him. But he has nine lives, this survivor, and I’m so grateful he does. He walks like a very old dog. Toward the end of the day, he can no longer hold his hind quarters up. We lift him up and down the stairs to the den. He can no longer consistently control his bowels. Some days are good, others are no so good. He’s pretty stoic, but I can only imagine the pain he must be in.

I call him “Handsome.” Don calls him “Rye Bread.”

He’s a gift, a treasure, a teacher and an angel.

Filed Under: Riley 45 Comments

Yearning for a Simpler Life – Is it Possible in this High Tech World?

January 6, 2012 at 10:32 am by Claudia

Why am I waking up so early?

This morning, I found myself wide awake at 5 AM.  Don was awake, too, and we chatted a bit. The thing is, Don can go back to sleep easily. I can’t.

So here I sit, with stingy eyes and caffeine chugging through my body, wondering if I can get a nap in later in the day. I swear, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep for a week.

The new, slightly-ill-fitting-but-it-will-do-slipcover. In fact, it’s more than slightly ill-fitting. In a perfect world, I would tackle this project and make a slipcover. I tried to once and ran screaming out of the room. Besides, this chair is old and on its last legs, so why bother?

We were watching television last night and found a channel that had very, very old black & white television programs: The Jack Benny Show, The Goldbergs and Dinah Shore.

We were enthralled.

There’s an aura of timelessness about them. And a simplicity that I yearn for sometimes. The Goldbergs was amazing – like a teleplay – a live broadcast, start to finish. At one point, a cameraman goofed up a shot, one of the actors flubbed a line and they kept right on going. As a theater person, this warms my heart. Because they couldn’t rely on retakes, they had to do it. Live. And improvise if they screwed up.

Dinah Shore sang a long, complicated medley with Ella Fitzgerald. Tough stuff, musically. They had to really be on their game. No auto-tune. No retake. No relying on special effects and lots of loud noise in the background. Just a piano and their incredible voices.

What passes for talent nowadays often isn’t.

Do you ever yearn for a simpler time?

The Model T was my dad’s toy. The paint has chipped. It was well-loved. When my dad sees it, does he wish for a simpler time?

I bet he does. I sure do.

I have a twitter account and use it every once in a while, but frankly, it’s hard to keep up with everything. Blogging daily, thinking of and writing posts, taking pictures, checking Facebook, the occasional tweet, thinking about my future Etsy shop, making a website for my theater work, should I join Linked In, what about Google+?

I don’t want to sound like one of those people who say, “When I was a girl, we had to…” We had to, what? Walk to school? Yes, over a mile and no school bus deposited me right at my door. Use our imaginations? Yes. No computers, no computer games, no X box, no texting. Just me, a doll or two, or a cardboard box, or the world outside my front door. Read? Yes, for hours. No technical-age distractions. Just a book and my imagination. Have conversations face-to-face? Yes. Of course, there was the phone, but for the most part conversation involved sitting with someone and looking them in the eye and talking. No hiding behind an email or a text. Television? 3 major networks. No 24/7 news stations. No reality shows. No endless news cycle that results in a lot of misinformation. Rather, a sense of a larger community sitting down to watch the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, or tuning into Dinah Shore or Bonanza.

It’s a mixed blessing, this world of ours. On one hand, I wouldn’t be writing this blog without the incredible technical innovations of recent years. I wouldn’t have met all of you. I couldn’t google something at the drop of a hat. So much that used to take a chunk of time, doesn’t anymore. On the other hand, what have we lost?

A friend of mine who teaches theater on a university level tells me that she sees a real difference in today’s students. Their brains are wired differently. They can’t concentrate for very long on a task. They don’t know what to do without their cell phones. They don’t know how to write. They don’t know how to memorize. She’s actually including a segment this coming semester on how to memorize lines. Pretty essential for a drama student, wouldn’t you say?

I love my iPhone and my laptop and my digital camera. They have become a part of my daily life. Certainly this blog wouldn’t exist without the computer and the camera. But yet another networking site? And I now have to keep track of tweets? I know Social Media is highly recommended to get your blog out there, but the very thought leaves me exhausted.

I don’t know.

What do you think about all this? Too much technology? Too little? Is there such a thing as a simpler time? How do you balance all of this? Don says that he sometimes feels out of the loop because he wants to maintain some distance from all of this. Yet, he wants to be in the loop. But how do you stay in the loop and still lead a life that is filled with quiet, meditative moments, time for the imagination to soar, time for good conversation?

Your thoughts?

Filed Under: blogging, life 42 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

I've worked in the theater for more years than I can count. I'm currently a voice, speech, dialect and text coach freelancing on Broadway, off Broadway, and in regional theater.

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