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Day Nine

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I happened upon Don staring down into his studio this morning.

This may be the best gift I’ve ever given anyone. He truly loves it and talks about it a lot, much more now that we have it downstairs in the living room. He even took photos of it the other day to send to our friend in San Diego. He considers it his most valuable possession. That warms my heart.

This sparked a conversation about moving the Folk Art house to a slightly different place in the kitchen, which, after a lot of back-and-forth, turned out very well. I’d take a picture now – I tried – but there’s too much sun pouring in those windows at the moment. Not a bad problem to have, of course. Hopefully, I’ll get a photo later today and share it with you tomorrow.

As I said, it’s sunny, but it’s cold. And guess what? We’re getting snow tomorrow. Thankfully, it will turn into rain eventually and it will disappear in a day or so. We’re not going anywhere anyway, so bring it on.

We took a short drive yesterday, just to get out and see the world around us. We didn’t leave the car, but we drove around our little town and into the neighboring (and bigger) town. There were  far fewer people out on the streets, though we were dumbfounded by the sight of the seasonal ice cream stand being open for business with a gaggle of young people clustered together at the window. Are you kidding me? The more we thought about it over the course of the day, the angrier we got. These are the people who are dangerous at this point – to themselves and others. What the heck are they thinking? Answer: They’re not  thinking.

I finished The Sisters  this morning. It was absolutely wonderful and endlessly fascinating. I’m still in a non-fiction mood, so I’ll look at my TBR pile and find something new to read. I worked on the dollhouse the day before yesterday, adding more stones to the exterior. I didn’t do it yesterday because I was so tired, but I’ll be back at it today. Maybe I have a finished exterior to show for this Self-Isolating-Stay-In-Place-Social-Distancing  time in my life.

Our feel-good movie last night was Hoosiers. Heavens, I love that movie. It’s pitch-perfect on every level. We rented it on Amazon Prime even though we own it because our DVD player isn’t working. Anyway, we hadn’t seen it together in a long, long time and we loved it.

We’re hanging in there on Day Nine. How are you doing?

Happy Sunday.

Day Six

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Mini Sheltering-in-Place.

Good morning. It’s a rainy day here in our neck of the woods. It doesn’t help that there’s no sunshine, but on the other hand, we need the rain. So I’m going to don my big girl pants and not let it get to me.

I’m currently contemplating how to structure my time. With so much home time ahead of me, should I put a loose structure in place? And if so, what would that be?  I am usually okay with letting the day unfold. Aside from blogging every single morning, the rest of any given day’s structure is relatively undefined. Obviously, at some point I eat lunch, I vacuum every other day, I do laundry. I read. But I’m thinking that I might experiment with more defined segments of the day.

Obviously, when I can finally get outside to garden and do garden clean-up, that will help. But that’s most likely a couple of weeks away.

Any thoughts on this? Are you finding the need to impose some sort of structure to your days?

Meanwhile, we watched Moonstruck  last night. We needed some happy. It’s such a gem, there’s not a false moment. Great screenplay by John Patrick Shanley, direction by Norman Jewison, and a brilliant cast. It’s on TCM On Demand, if you think you might want to watch it.

Still reading The Sisters  and I’m rather riveted. Don’s reading about the Arctic and is also reading M Train  by Patti Smith. And every afternoon I am privileged to listen to him play his guitar. It’s very calming.

I hope you’re all well and that you’re finding ways to enjoy these days at home.

Happy Thursday.

 

Wind, Antiques, And An Egg Cup

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The wind continues today, somewhat less intense, but strong enough that the wind chimes are constantly ringing. All of this accompanies a cold front that came through yesterday and the temperatures have fallen back down to the low thirties. In a day or two, they’ll rise again. And so goes our weather pattern for February and March.

Yesterday, though – or should I say, because – I was sleep deprived, I got in the car and ran some errands. (I find that when I’m exhausted, I need to assign myself some tasks, whether it’s cleaning the bathroom or running errands. Helps me get through the day.) Along the way, I stopped at a local antique emporium that I frequent, only because I had seen a post for a vintage house that I was curious about. I had no plans on buying it – no. more. room! – but I wanted to see if it actually was  a dollhouse.

I could only get to one side for a clear picture and thankfully, it happens to be the best side. I love that railing. Anyway, it’s a model house, not a dollhouse. There is no way to access the inside. You can open the doors and see the dimly lit interior, but neither the sides or the roof are removable. It’s not 1:12 scale; I’m not exactly sure what scale it is. It’s sort of charming and would be a folk art display piece. There’s damage to the roof as you can see. And – get this – the price was $450.00. I guess the dealer is pricing it as Folk Art with capital letters. When you consider that my most recent house, which is just as wonderful, can  be accessed, only cost $130.00, well….

But it’s cool, that’s for sure. Since you can’t access the interior, was it a display piece showing what the exterior of a future home would look like? Or was it simply constructed by an artisan as a miniature house – a model of a house? Hmmm.

I also saw this cabinet, which, if I lived in a larger house, I would love to have:

The storage! The colors! The shelves! It’s so wonderful.

I did pick up this little jadeite gem:

I’ve seen these jadeite egg cups around for years and could have purchased one at any time, but I was collecting figural egg cups, so I didn’t. Now that figurals are less available, I’ve been branching out, but only occasionally. When I saw this beauty, I bought it. It has a new home in the egg cup cubby.

I came home, tried to sleep, but couldn’t. We were both so tired that we watched old Dick Van Dyke episodes in the evening. No need for too much concentration, just favorite episodes.

By the way, we watched Joker  the other night and we disliked it – a lot. From what I’ve gathered, people seem to either love it or hate it with not a lot of anything in between. A friend of ours loved it so much, he watched it twice. I, on the other hand, felt like I needed to take a shower afterwards. It was self-indulgent, both on an acting and a directorial level. Though it tends to drive me crazy when people say that acting must be easy – it isn’t – I will say that this sort of overt and unsubtle portrayal of insanity isn’t difficult for an actor to execute. Subtlety and nuance requires much more skill. It wasn’t written well, either, which didn’t help. Joaquin Phoenix is a good actor, don’t get me wrong. I’m just speaking to this particular performance.

Thanks so much for your book mentions yesterday. I love seeing all of you comment not only on the post itself, but on each other’s posts as well. I can’t help smiling when I see that.

Happy Friday.

 

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