Mockingbird Hill Cottage
On this day, 28 years ago, I met this guy.
We’ve been together ever since.
And here are our children:
(Don said that this morning when he brought me my cup of coffee. As he left the den, he gestured toward the dolls and said “Our children.”)
A little levity for you today.
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.
Happy Birthday to this dear, dear man.
The best man I’ve ever known, always growing, always working on himself, true blue friend to many, kind, compassionate, loving, hilarious, talented, GOOD.
Just plain good.
It goes without saying that he has made my life richer than I ever thought it could be. I don’t know what I did to deserve him but I am ever and always grateful for his presence in my life.
We’re coming up on 28 years together. Sometimes I wish we’d met sooner, but then I realize that we weren’t ready for each other until that moment of that day.
He doesn’t want anything special today, though of course he’ll open some presents and I’ll sing Happy Birthday to him. I think he just wants to hang out here in our little cottage.
Whatever you want, my love. Whatever you want.
It’s also Little Z’s 11th birthday!
Stay safe.
Happy Friday.
The boxwoods as seen from the porch. I was using my big girl camera yesterday morning.
Then this guy appeared and I took his picture:
He’s awfully cute. I might let him stay around.
Then, after a discussion about our work spaces in our shared office, I started to think that switching the work tables might give me a bigger space. As it was, I could barely move around inside my work “cubicle.” But I wanted Don’s input – we usually figure these things out together. He has a good eye.
He came upstairs and we put our heads together. Then we used our muscles and switched the positions of the long stainless steel table and the sewing table (where Dove Cottage sits.) It took a while as the stainless steel work table is awkward to move. Oh, how I wish we had ripped the carpet out of this room and gone with wood floors! But now, with so much stuff in that space, it would be impossible to remove.
Anyway, as you all know, once this kind of thing is started, things have to be cleaned and dusted and rearranged, so I ended being up in the office for more than a few hours while thunderstorms raged outside.
The framed print is something I’ve had for a long time, and recently rediscovered. It’s just propped there temporarily while I try to decide where to hang it. It’s very like one my grandmother had hanging in one of her bedrooms and I stared at it a lot when I was a kid.
Sewing/work table here.
Stainless steel table here. (It’s longer than the sewing table, so by putting it here, the cubicle is lengthened and I have more space in which to work.)
And the other side, complete with full trash can.
We both really like this set up. Don remarked that now, when he enters the room, the Beacon Hill isn’t blocking his view, which it was before. I still have some cleaning and organizing to do. We had to rethink where to put Don’s music equipment and all the other STUFF in there, but so far, so good.
Then we ate lunch and I fell asleep for an hour and a half! Very unlike me. Turns out I’m not feeling tip-top – it’s allergy/sinus related – so I’m going to take it easy today.
Thank you for all the loving comments about my sister. She’s in a much better place. I’m very, very proud of her.
Stay safe.
Happy Sunday.
