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A Tough Time

July 6, 2011 at 12:24 pm by Claudia

I hit the wall today.

With a gall bladder attack, a blocked bile duct, hospitalization, lack of food, dealing with a strange and not very filling diet, frustration that I don’t have more strength by now, worry about my Mom who is failing rapidly, worry about Riley who has been having problems for 2 weeks now, worry about our finances – Don is looking for any kind of work and I would like to as well but can’t until I get my gall bladder removed… I walked outside to see that the deer had eaten the tops off of my David Phlox. It was just about ready to bloom.

I wanted to cry. Then I saw this:

The deer apparently decided to deadhead my Black-Eyed Susan before it could bloom. I’ve been lucky for the past 5 years. The main garden bed always remained undisturbed by deer. That luck just ran out.

There are those times in life where everything seems overwhelming and it just takes one little, or not so little thing, to set you off. This was it for me. Tears of frustration.

I did some weed-whacking today and was tuckered out pretty quickly. One trip with the filled wheel barrow to our ‘dumping grounds’ and I was trembling. I do not like this. I’m used to doing a lot in the garden and believe me, it needs lots of work. I’ve been resting and reading (I’ve read 3 books) but I get frustrated sitting around.

I don’t mean for this to be a pity me post. I’m just being honest. It’s a tough time for me right now.

One Last Post from the Road

June 17, 2011 at 10:14 am by Claudia

This is the Blithe Spirit set. I took this last night as I waited for our second preview performance to begin. We had a full house and lots of laughter. Whew! This space is named the Up-The-Hill Theatre. Believe me – it is up a hill.(I need to get in better shape.) And for most of this theater company’s existence, it has been the only performing space. Surrounded by trees, it springs up seemingly out of nowhere. The audiences here are incredibly loyal and they make an event out of coming to the theater. They picnic and grill and generally have a wonderful time before the show begins.

See? I wasn’t kidding about the name. The newest space is an indoor theater – the Touchstone. It is smaller in size and wonderfully intimate.

I really love the design; almost barn-like and beautiful in its simplicity.

More cows.

One of the now grown-up babies. I see this little one follow his dad around. I don’t know the fate of the others. One day, I saw a cat in the little area in which they hang out. I ran downstairs, shooed it away and immediately worried about the babies. And worried. Until I had to let go and just hope they all made it. Truly, I am not far from being a person who would pitch a tent and act as a sentry to protect the babies from all predators. Ask my husband. I am inches away from being ‘that Bird Lady.’ Feel free to substitute dog, cat, bunny, baby groundhog, chipmunk. They all work.

I’m packing boxes. Making lists. Getting ready to fly home on Sunday.

Cows, a Fawn & McCoy

June 13, 2011 at 9:34 am by Claudia

As promised: Cows on a hill. Photo taken while driving and getting angry at my camera because it kept shutting off right when I wanted to take a picture.

Spotted on the grounds of the theater:

Do you see the fawn? She stared at us for the longest time.

So sweet. I saw a fawn running around frantically on the golf course the other morning. By the time I got my camera she was gone. I assume she found her mama.

As a certified obsessive collector of McCoy Pottery, imagine my surprise when I found this box in the condo. A condo, by the way, that had no other boxes anywhere.

This is on top of the cupboards in the little laundry room. Pine Cone is a McCoy Pattern. Immediately, all sorts of thoughts went through my head. I wonder if the owners have any idea this is here? Maybe I can leave a note asking if they’re selling them. Or maybe they want to give the McCoy away? I wonder how many pieces there are?

Full of excitement, I dragged a chair in there and pulled it down. What was inside?

Cans of turpentine and paint thinner.

Drat.

It seems to be an especially cruel taunt, doesn’t it?

A Tough Time

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Cows, a Fawn & McCoy

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A Note

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