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Presents, Work on the Dollhouse and a Fateful Day

November 22, 2013 at 9:15 am by Claudia

Thank you so much for all the birthday wishes! You warmed my heart, but then you always do. Don had to go into the city for an audition, so I hung around the cottage with Scout and did something that makes me very happy: I worked on the dollhouse.

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I cut, I painted, I trotted back and forth from the dollhouse to the kitchen island. Scout didn’t quite know where to ‘settle.’ That order from Miniatures that I received the other day had several pieces of trim that I planned on using to trim out the windows in the bathroom and the office/craft room. But then I had an Aha! moment. I knew I had to do some trimming of the bits of wallpaper that extended beyond the walls, especially around the doorways. I was never happy with the way they looked. I was ready to pull out the exact knife (which I will do, eventually.)

Ummmm, Claudia? You might want to consider trimming out the doorways, just as you did the windows. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?  I grabbed the trim I had on hand to do this:

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Much better! There’s more on the kitchen side of the doorway and in the bedroom. I also added a lot of molding around the baseboards and ceilings. Still more to do on that front.

I cannot tell you how much I love creating this little dollhouse world. It makes me so happy!

Today I have to place an order to replenish my stock!

Don came home around 2:30 and we went out to dinner around 6-ish. We decided to go local and by local I mean just down the road. Incredibly, I’d never been in this restaurant in the 8 years we’ve lived here, even though it is local hangout. Lovely waitress…hold on a moment, is ‘serving person’ the correct way to say it nowadays? Anyway, it was Keri’s first day on the job, so we made sure to give the manager a thumbs up on her work. We had angel hair pasta with olive oil and tomatoes and onions and garlic, along with a salad and garlic bread. Keri surprised us with a mini pumpkin pie in honor of my birthday that was out-of-this-world-delicious!

Back at the ranch, I opened my presents. I like to open a wrapped present so I put the brakes on the idea of snow boots, which I would have had to select and try on, leaving the element of surprise completely out of the picture. Not that I was entirely surprised by my gifts, as I had specifically requested two of them.

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The newest Lee Child, as I have been on the waiting list for it at my local library for a few months and I’m still number 163 in the queue. And Mary Oliver’s newest book of poems, all about dogs she has known and loved. Mary Oliver is my favorite poet. She makes my heart sing. She is wise. She is a nature and animal lover. She speaks to me.

Scout’s present for me was that little Keep Calm and Eat Cupcakes sign.

Speaking of cupcakes, Don had four of them waiting for me. They were decorated with my name – in icing! I haven’t had any of them yet as I was too stuffed from dinner. But, they’re waiting for me. Yummy!

Lots of Birthday wishes on Facebook and on this blog, so my cup does indeed ‘runneth over.’

Finally, like many of you, I have been watching a lot of vintage footage from the day President Kennedy was assassinated. I remember exactly where I was. I had just turned 11 the day before. I was in art class at my school when we were ushered back to our classroom with the words “The President has just been shot.” We were sent home and by the time I reached my house, which was just two blocks from school, the world knew he had died. We sat in front of our television for the next three days. We saw Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald, as it happened. We cried and cried.

Such a terrible time, such a horrendous loss. I truly believe that everything changed from that moment. Nothing has ever been the same. Innocence was lost, hopes and dreams were crushed.

Fifty years.

Today, I’m honoring the memory of President Kennedy and of Officer Tippet, who was also gunned down by the despicable Oswald on that fateful day.

Have a good Friday.

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Filed Under: birthday, books, dollhouse, Don, life, Scout 45 Comments

Books and Bookcase Dreaming

November 13, 2013 at 9:25 am by Claudia

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How could you not love that face? Monty the cow has lived with us at least 10 years, maybe longer. We found him a little shop when we were living in our rental. The shop no longer exists, unfortunately. Monty is named for the town we lived in before moving to this cottage. His wide-eyed, slightly startled, but always gentle look is what sold us on him. A year or so after we acquired Monty, we rescued Riley, who had that same look in his eyes. Maybe Monty and Riley were really brothers, separated at birth? Clearly, I’m drawn to those big dark eyes. They say “Rescue Me.” And Don and I are most definitely rescuers.

Baby, it’s cold outside! We are in the middle of an Arctic blast that has caused the temperature to plunge. Despite the cold temps, we took our regular late afternoon walk yesterday. Don remarked that the walk wasn’t nearly as charming in the cold, cold weather. Ah well. We stuck to our guns and did it, that’s the important thing.

By the way, Don’s American Experience is supposed to air on January 7th on PBS. It always pays to check your local listings but that’s the official date. Mark your calendars.

I’ve also added a link on the navigation bar to my coaching website, in case you’re curious about that aspect of my life.

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I’ve got a stack of books to get through. These are the books I have checked out from the library. I have another stack on the desk that I need to read for review purposes. And I’m nearing the end of How the Light Gets In. I find myself in that place that only occurs when reading a newly discovered and now favorite author. I can’t wait to see what happens, how the plot is resolved, but I know that the minute I close the cover, that will be it for my blissful Louise Penny reading experience until her new book comes out. And I really can’t prolong it because I have to read a book that is scheduled to be reviewed next Monday. Drat!

Okay. You’re probably sick of hearing about her. But truly, she is one of the best writers I have encountered. Ever.

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Since I’m thinking books, books, books all the time lately, I find myself staring wistfully at the wall that is behind the sofa in the den. Remember I said that I’d love to have built-in bookcases on that wall? The minute I saw this house for the very first time, I imagined them there. It’s now eight years later and, still, no bookshelves. There’s always something else that needs whatever spare cash we have on hand.

We don’t know any handymen. Or a carpenter. My husband is many wonderful things, but handy he’s not. I don’t have a relative living nearby that can come over and help me.

There’s also the fact that there is baseboard heating all along that wall and that has to be taken into consideration.

Here’s what I envision: shelves all the way to the ceiling with some crown molding at the top. Beadboard behind the shelves. The long stretch of bookshelves would be divided into sections. One section would be from the wall on the left to just past the screen. The next section would stretch from just past the screen to the window. This section would require a special shelf placement because I want that painting on the wall to stay there. So the shelves would be built around it. The next section would span the window, with a shelf just above the window frame and one below it. The final section would stretch from the right side of the window to the wall.

Can you picture that?

Now, if only a carpenter would magically appear on our doorstep, we’d be in business.

Happy Wednesday.

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Filed Under: books, decorating, Don, Riley 32 Comments

A Post About Don

November 11, 2013 at 8:32 am by Claudia

 

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This morning, as I was about to get out of bed, thinking that Scout had to be let out, Don teasingly said to me, “You just want to get to your blog. Why don’t you ever write about me? About what a good guy I am…” I retorted that he’s been the subject matter of many blog posts, more than enough, thank you very much.

I mean, really!

But here’s the truth: he is everything to me. He is simply the best man I’ve ever known.

Here’s a recipe for you. Take a woman who has avoided any sort of commitment, who is happily single and sure she will remain so, but has recently gone through a change and is thinking that she might want to break her previous patterns of behavior and let someone in her life. Add a man who has unexpectedly been offered a job at a theater and finds himself back in his hometown of San Diego. He’s been married before and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever find what he’s looking for in a relationship, but he’s ready to try.

Two bruised and damaged people (aren’t we all?) meet. They are wildly attracted to each other but they both have issues. And one of the first major conversations they have is about wanting to change those patterns I spoke of earlier. They are honest with each other from the start. No bull. No games. Just honest.

At every point where she would normally find an excuse to flee, he says something that knocks her for a loop. He is performing in a play that also features her students. She doesn’t want her students to know she’s seeing him, she wants that to remain private and she worries about it. These are all worries going on in her head, she has yet to bring the subject up to this man. She doesn’t have to. He brings it up. He says he wants her to know that he would never infringe on her relationship with her students, that he will never talk to them about her until she is ready. How did he know that?

He seems to anticipate her needs. He almost seems to know what she’s thinking, deep within the most neurotic and frightened part of her. He continually surprises her.

The woman is still wary. As an adult child of an alcoholic, commitment is hard for her, almost impossible. At the end of that summer, the guy has to leave town to do another play in Arizona. She is secretly relieved because she can get back to her normal life, her predictable and seemingly safe life. They say goodbye.

About 5 days later, he calls her from a pay phone on the road (no cell phones then) and she is surprised by how much she has missed talking to him. Of all things, she misses him. She tells him so.

Her teaching and coaching commitments continue. But a strange thing happens. Every Monday night, which is the traditional actor’s day off, he calls her. And they talk for hours. They talk about everything. A curious thing happens as the result of these phone calls. They get to know each other more deeply. The physical attraction which has always been there is now being matched by a deepening ‘knowing.’ Being physically separated forces them to get to know each other without any other distractions. No Skype then. Just a voice over the landline. Just words and inflections and thoughts and sharing.

She finds herself doing the very thing she thought she wouldn’t do. She visits him in Arizona for a weekend. And then, she finds herself looking forward to his return to San Diego that November.

She has changed. So has he.

On her birthday in November, he tells her he loves her. She is moved and a little panicked. She can’t quite bring herself to say those words yet.

Within a month, she says them out loud. To him.

And eventually, this woman finds herself wanting to marry him, hoping he’ll ask her. She can’t imagine life without him.

Who would have thought?

There you go, Don. This post is about you, my love.

Happy Monday.

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