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Sunday

February 23, 2014 at 8:54 am by Claudia

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Oh gardening hat, you look charming. It’s been a long time since you’ve been worn by the mistress of this cottage.

Soon, soon.

I write this accompanied by the honking of Canadian Geese flying overhead. I love that sound. Many, many of them hang out on the river that’s just down the road. They honk and talk to each other, then some will suddenly take off and fly in a V formation. Others will stay behind. I find them fascinating. Sometimes I’ll see just a few on my walk by the river. At other times, it looks like I’m sneaking into a Convention of Canadian Geese. So many!

Yesterday the temperature topped out at over 50 degrees. The sun was shining. A tease, for sure, as temperatures will plunge again this week. But it was so nice. Tina and Noble stopped by and we chatted at the top of the driveway, feeling the sun on our faces. I can’t say with any honesty that I felt spring in the air, but I definitely felt a momentary sense of relief. It will take a long time to completely melt the huge amount of snow around here but I can see less snow on the roof and hear the drip, drip of melting ice in the gutters. The cold will return tomorrow.

Don was walking home from rehearsal the other night with some fellow cast members and there was a sudden heavy rain, out of the blue. His iPhone, which was in his pocket, got wet. Uh oh. He’s tried to dry it out in a bag of rice, which is the usual recommendation, but it’s still wonky. There is no landline in his apartment so we skyped the other night. It was so good to see his darling face! In the meantime, he bought a temporary phone and has an appointment at the Apple Store tomorrow. Let’s hope the phone can be saved.

My recommendations: 1. Get an umbrella. 2. In the future, stash the phone in the inside pocket of your coat, right next to your Kindle.

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Scoutie snoozing. She gets up on the sofa in the den and noses that flowered pillow out of her way. Sometimes it lands on the floor. This time, it ended up in this position. Note folded ear on the right. My tired girl has had a hard time of it lately.

The big news can now be revealed. Please visit my sister’s post for today entitled Beautiful Blessings. I’ve stayed silent about this miracle until my sister decided it was the right time to post about it. We’re over the moon about this news! I will write more about little Z later; for now, let Meredith tell you this story. I cannot tell you how much I love and admire my sister and how thrilled Don and I are to welcome this sweet child to our family.

Tomorrow is our monthly linky party for the Christmas Critter Felt Along. I will be putting the post up at 6:00 pm this evening. So stop by tonight or tomorrow and link up your February creations. See you then!

Happy Sunday.

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Let’s Talk About Something Other Than Snow

February 16, 2014 at 8:51 am by Claudia

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Let’s talk about something other than snow, alright?

How about how pretty the bedroom looks when the sun floods in through the windows? I can’t get over how pretty the bed looks with that gold coverlet. And let me tell you, almost every muscle in my body has been aching the last couple of days and that bed….that bed….sinking into that plush pillow top mattress at the end of the day has been delicious. Thank you bed, so long waited for and well worth the wait.

Let’s talk about House of Cards, Season 2, now available on Netflix. I watched four episodes yesterday and once again, I am gobsmacked by the quality of this series; the acting, the writing, the direction…everything. Simply excellent. And very Shakespearean, I might add, with echoes of Macbeth and Richard III. My three favorite series right now are: Sherlock, House of Cards and The Newsroom. Everything else I’ve seen is okay (and sometimes not at all okay) but doesn’t come close to this level of excellence. Purely personal opinion, of course.

Two of my former students are in Episodes 1 – 4, Season 2 of House of Cards, doing wonderful work. That makes me happy.

I’ve not seen one episode of Downton Abbey. I suppose I’ll watch it someday. We have the first season on DVD but have yet to open the shrink rap and it’s been sitting around here for a year. That tells you something. It’s just not calling me at the moment and, as is usually the case with me, if everyone seems to watching something and I read endless articles and posts about it, I usually stay away. Go figure.

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I’m reading Sycamore Row by John Grisham and it is taking me forever to get through that book. Now, I’ve read Grisham’s books in the past and he is a good writer. No argument there. But this book, for some reason, is not grabbing me enough to keep me reading. It’s interesting, the characters are quirky, the plot promises to be compelling but the pace is way too slow for me. I’ve made a vow to finish it and I will, but boy oh boy, it’s taking me far too long to get through this sucker.

I forgot to mention something here though I did mention it on this blog’s Facebook page. Don won a San Diego Theatre Critics/Craig Noel Award for his performance as Doolittle in Pygmalion. The awards ceremony was last Monday evening and since Don couldn’t be there, Don’s brother Ron and his wife Suzie represented him. Ron got to go up to the stage and accept the award and they filmed the announcement with their phone, so we got to see it. I’m so proud of Don. Let me tell you, he was simply brilliant in that role. I’m still in awe of that performance and I’d give anything to see it again.

Craig Noel, who died a few years ago at the age of 94, was the man who shaped the Old Globe Theatre. It simply wouldn’t be here without him. He was Don’s mentor at a time when he desperately needed one. He helped Don find his way in the theater when he was still a teenager. I worked with Craig many times and simply adored him. He was that rare man who made a difference is countless lives, who made the world a better place. He was awarded the National Medal of the Arts for his work. We miss him so much.

So, the fact that this award was named for Craig Noel is particularly poignant and powerful.

Three cheers for Don!

Note: Nora, I want to take you up on your offer of Miniology mags, but when I sent an email to your Yahoo address it came back to me. Said it was not valid. Can you email me with a valid address? Thanks so much!

Happy Sunday.

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During and After

February 15, 2014 at 8:32 am by Claudia

While waiting out the Nor’easter on Thursday:

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Scoutie in the tunnel.

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Reading material, remote and coffee.

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The remains of some soup and a banana. The tray is balanced on the wire laundry basket, which is now sans yarn. I’ve stored it in my All Things Creative Closet as I’m not crocheting at the moment and it was getting dusty.

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Warm slippers.

The view outside at the end of the day yesterday:

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Scout must feel she’s in some sort of sensory deprivation experiment. As she walks the paths in the dog corral, she can’t see over the walls of snow. She definitely seemed stressed yesterday and I don’t blame her. I’m stressed. It’s also slippery snow, which makes navigating it quite tricky. I wish I could make it easier for her.

As to your questions about shoveling, this property is somewhat rural. It’s not like it was when I was growing up and I lived in a suburban environment, with a relatively short driveway and paved sidewalks. We have a long, uphill gravel driveway. We have no sidewalks. We live on a little hill and there is a little hill in back of the house. When snow falls this heavily it drifts downhill and the piles of snow are even bigger than our neighbor’s across the street, who live on a relatively flat piece of property. Right outside my kitchen window, the snow is extremely high because it’s at the bottom of a hill. I’m going to have to shovel some of that out of the way before I rake the kitchen roof. It’s very daunting at the moment.

Paths for Scout must be shoveled so she can get uphill to the dog corral and move around the corral. Paths have to be shoveled out to the driveway from the kitchen door and the front door. Paths have to be shoveled to the shed and the trash can. Yesterday morning, the plow had created a wall between the mailbox, which was completely covered, and the street. It would have been impossible for mail to be delivered.

My neighbor used his snow blower on our driveway but after I tried to clear the parking area and the flat area by the shed (where I back the car up to head on out of the driveway) it was just too much on top of everything else I had shoveled. This snow was so heavy and wet. So I asked Bill to help me again. And Laura and I shoveled to free each other’s mailboxes. Laura’s daughter, who is adorable, also came to help. Poor girl, she wanted school to be in session because it was Valentine’s Day and she had her Valentines all ready to give to her classmates. That kind of thing is so disappointing to a kid. This danged storm has wreaked havoc everywhere, even with kids who don’t usually mind a snow day but sure didn’t want one on Valentine’s Day.

I came in for a while, then went back out and shoveled some more. The plow had been by again, so that meant more shoveling at the end of the driveway. Then I shoveled about 20 inches of snow off the car.

Tina and Noble dropped by at the end of the day with their roof rake, bless them. I’m going to use it over the next few days. I want to do some work today, but I woke up with such a sore back and achy right hand, that I’ll have to wait and see. Maybe a day off?

Don called me around 6:00, while I was making dinner, and asked me to do him a favor. Would I go upstairs and look for a list of phone numbers that he had left in the office? Achy, tired, and depressed, I sighed and said yes. He added that he thought it was in the top drawer of his dresser.

Okay. I trudged up the stairs.

I opened the drawer and said “The only thing I see is an envelope with my name on it.”

Then it hit me. He had left a Valentine for me.

That guy. He always fools me. He can concoct some story that I totally fall for, just like I did this time. That put a smile on my face. Love him. And boy, do I miss him.

Happy Saturday.

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