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Eleven Years

August 30, 2016 at 9:10 am by Claudia

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I popped outside in my pajamas to take these photos on this very morning.

Because we moved into this cottage eleven years ago today.

What???

It doesn’t seem possible. Don had a very tough time as a kid, with several moves to increasingly less-than-welcoming places to live, then went on to live the life of an itinerant actor for many years, living a year or two here, a year or two there. When I met him, his possessions were contained within exactly two boxes.

I, on the other hand, lived in my childhood home for a long time, but once I moved out, I was also rather nomad-ish. The dorm, of course, then an apartment and then a house during undergraduate years. Then a house rental with friends after graduation. Then another rental until I moved away to grad school in Philadelphia. Five years in Philadelphia all told (three different apartments during that time), and five years in Boston (two different apartments), then a move to San Diego (one apartment, and a house rental – the house rental occurring when Don and I moved in together.)

I’d lived in thirteen different abodes, three of them the tiniest studio apartments you ever did see.

Then the big move out East and another rental for four years (that made fourteen for me) on the other side of the Hudson River.

We worked in the Arts. We freelanced. Our income fluctuated from month to month. Nonetheless, we wanted a house. We couldn’t even begin to contemplate how much money we’d sunk into rent over our lifetimes. We didn’t want to. So we started our search.

Then by the skin of our teeth, after looking everywhere north of pricey Westchester County where we had been renting, we ended up in a new-to-us area of the Hudson Valley. We found this cottage.

We had looked at countless houses – most of them incredibly disappointing, some downright scary. We had a tight budget – you’re not surprised by that, are you? We were discouraged. And then, one Friday, our realtor emailed us the listing for this cottage. We saw the wide plank pine floors. We saw the porch. The price had just been reduced. We wanted to see it right away. But we had to wait until Monday.

When we finally pulled up to the property (owned by a weekender) the grass was way overgrown, and a tree had fallen across the area where the corrals are. We made our way to the front door.

On the way to the front door was the wrap-around bluestone porch and I stopped in my tracks. An inveterate porch lover, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Don, on the other hand, had gone into the house, making a beeline for the kitchen where the high ceilings made his 6′ 4½” heart sing. Light was pouring through the windows.

We had a list of absolute necessities. Attic, three bedrooms, basement and garage.

It didn’t have an attic. It had a barely functional wet basement that was entered from outside. It didn’t have a garage, though it did have a shed. It didn’t have three bedrooms. It had two.

But we fell in love.

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The cottage as it looked a couple months after we moved in – in 2005.

And now:

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The fact is, we probably couldn’t have got that loan for the mortgage after the market crashed. We got in just in time. Our mortgage payment is hefty. And our house isn’t worth what we paid for it.

Those are things that can drive me nuts if I let them, but I don’t. Because we’re so damned grateful for this little haven of ours, this adored cottage that we christened Mockingbird Hill Cottage.

For Don, the very fact that he has lived in one place for eleven years is mind-boggling. For both of us, the fact that we have managed to come up with the mortgage payment every month for eleven years is nothing short of a miracle. And believe me, there were times when we weren’t sure we could.

So today, I offer up a toast to Mockingbird Hill Cottage, our home. (It also spawned this blog, by the way; I doubt I would have started a blog without it.) It has made my nesting heart very happy, indeed.

Happy Anniversary, MHC!

Happy Tuesday.

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Filed Under: anniversary, Mockingbird Hill Cottage 81 Comments

A Lovely Day, Indeed

July 5, 2016 at 9:44 am by Claudia

It was a perfectly lovely day yesterday, made even more lovely by your wonderful comments. Thank you, dear friends!

We ate lunch at our favorite restaurant, stopped off to visit a few shop owners that we know, had a lovely dinner (Don gave me – that sneak – a little miniature rose plant and a pine scented candle) and we watched The Music Man  on TCM. My father and I used to watch that movie together whenever we saw it listed in our TV Guide. He had a major crush on Shirley Jones. So, we toasted my dad as the movie started. I hope he was watching with us.

I didn’t give Don anything because, and I confessed this to Don, after Father’s Day and his birthday, I was fresh out of ideas! I couldn’t come up with one – not even an appropriate card. He didn’t care, thank goodness.

Caught on camera the other day – a lovely goldfinch.

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I love seeing that flash of bright yellow. We have a lot of finches that hang about the property and they are at the birdbath fairly frequently.

We stopped in at Postmark Books yesterday.

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This is one of Maggie’s flower arrangements. It’s simply gorgeous – she’s so talented!

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I took this picture because I want to remind myself to read some more John Irving. I read so many of his books years ago but I haven’t been keeping up and Jesse (the owner) told me Avenue of Mysteries  is really interesting. I also want to read Mycroft Holmes  by multi-talented Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

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Hurrah – Postmark Books now has a lovely bag with their logo on it.

I wasn’t going to buy anything – we are having to be really frugal at the moment – but I couldn’t resist this book (and Don was loving it as well):

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My beloved Elements of Style  by Strunk & White – this version illustrated by Maira Kalman. The illustrations are whimsical and charming and they are based on sentences in the text.

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Lovely.

This reminds me that a re-read of Elements of Style  is in order. It is the wisest source of sound, basic advice for the writer and I think I’ve probably acquired a few bad habits that need to be corrected.

Our period of birthday and anniversary and Father’s Day celebrations has drawn to a close. It’s been lots of fun, but now we’re back to our daily routine. By the way, Meredith thanks you for all your Happy Birthday messages. She tried to write to everyone, but some of you are No Reply commenters so she couldn’t respond. She was very touched by all the good cheer sent her way.

We’ll close with Sunday evening’s sunset:

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Happy Tuesday.

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Filed Under: anniversary, birds, books, bookstores, Dad 34 Comments

That Fateful Fourth

July 4, 2016 at 9:06 am by Claudia

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Year: 1994

Scene: San Diego, specifically Ocean Beach

Cast of Characters: a teacher/coach and an actor, along with a host of actors, designers, directors

On that Fateful Fourth, a woman woke up in her apartment in the Hillcrest section of San Diego. She had just finished her first year of teaching in the Graduate Acting Program at USD/Old Globe and was now in the midst of coaching a production of Brian Friel’s Wonderful Tennessee. But that had been put on hold while she was on Jury Duty for five days. The Fourth was a welcome break from a tedious trial and she and her great and good friend Rick were going to their friend Kathy’s home on the beach. She decided to make guacamole as her contribution to the party. (Kathy’s parties were renowned around the Globe; there was always an ongoing barbecue, with staff from the Old Globe, and visiting actors and designers who were in town for the summer making an appearance throughout the day. At the end of the day, everyone walked a hundred feet or so to the beach to watch the fireworks.)

By the way, that was the first and only time she made guacamole.

Sometime in the afternoon, Rick picked her up and they drove out to Ocean Beach. It was a beautiful day, and the house was full of friends and colleagues and laughter and great conversation. As the day went on, this woman was in and out of the house, talking to everyone and especially enjoying the company of those actors she was coaching in Wonderful Tennessee.

A peculiar thing happened. Every time she came in the house, a man who was sitting on the sofa would smile at her. I mean…every time.

A bit of back story: She knew who this man was. He was an actor. She’d seen him onstage the summer before when she flew out to San Diego for her job interview. On a break from the stressful interviews, class teaching, and constant smiling that goes hand-in-hand with this sort of interview, she went to see a production of Morning’s at Seven. Included in the cast were her friend Kathy (who she knew from her time at Boston University) and several other actors, including a guy who played the character of Homer. She remembered liking his performance very much and looking at his bio in the program, along with his headshot. He was back at the Globe to play Malvolio in Twelfth Night.

He didn’t know who she was, but he asked around and found out.

She was normally shy in this kind of situation, but after a certain number of smiles, she found herself going over to where he was sitting (which happened to be next to her friend Rick) and introducing herself. She was invited to sit down and join the group on the sofa, whereupon she and this man starting talking about themselves and the curious state of being in their early forties. He had just turned 43. She was still 41.

They talked and laughed and really liked each other.

Later on, when the convivial group was sitting on the beach to watch the fireworks, she noticed him catching her eye and smiling. She smiled back.

When she and Rick were ensconced in his car and headed homeward, she kept thinking about this guy and smiling. He’d definitely made an impression.

A week or so went by with the woman feeling like she was back in high school, engineering ways to run into him at the theater. Each time they saw each other they learned a bit more about each other. One day, they ran into each other in the courtyard of the theater and sat on a bench and talked some more, whereupon the man asked her if she’d like to go to a movie with him once Twelfth Night  opened.

She answered in the affirmative.

There were some delays. His production had to open. Her production was in technical rehearsals and her friend Joe was coming to visit for a week. In the meantime, one of her students who was understudying the lead in Twelfth Night  had to go on one night during previews, so she went to see the play and was blown away by the performance of this man as Malvolio. She says to this day that he was the most brilliant and funny Malvolio she has ever seen. Her friend Rick turned to her during the performance and said “He is absolutely brilliant!!” and she shyly confided to Rick that she was going to go on a date with him soon. After the show, she waited for the man so she could tell him how wonderful he was as Malvolio and they hugged each other.

Her show finally opened and the opening night party was at a local restaurant and this man came to the party and proceeded to flirt with her and basically spend most of the evening at her side. When he offered to drive her home, she went to get her purse and found it had been stolen. Everyone looked for it, but it was gone. The man, seeing how troubled she was, drove her home (she can’t remember why she had the keys to her apartment when they should have been in her purse, but she did) and after making sure she would be alright, walked her up the three steps to her door, whereupon he surprised her by kissing her rather passionately right there on the steps.

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Those steps, right there on the first floor.

She found herself feeling a curious mix of emotions, worry about her wallet and her credit cards, and the fact that an extra key to her apartment was in that wallet which meant she would have to change the locks, as well as lingering memories of that kiss. He called the next day to check on her.

Finally, one Monday – the day off at the theater – they went on that date, which ended up taking place on the beach, where they talked and talked and talked. When he drove her home, he came inside and he proceeded to lay another kiss on her that literally made her lose her balance and nearly fall over.

She says that he is the best kisser, ever.

They’re still together.

Happy 22nd Anniversary, my love.

Happy Monday to all of you. Happy Fourth of July.

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Filed Under: anniversary, Don, San Diego 84 Comments

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