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Rushed

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These beauties are still going strong.

This will be a quick post. Yesterday ended up being a very busy day with gutter cleaning, buying a new lawn mower, trying to put it together, and lots of other must-dos on the agenda. Poor Don. His one day off wasn’t at all restful.

He’s leaving soon to go back to the city. I am not traveling with him – in order to go with him, I would have had to drive my car to our neighboring town this morning to park it near the bus terminal and he would have had to pick me up. Otherwise I would have come back from the city via the bus with no way to get back to the cottage. It seemed like an extra hassle, so he’s driving and I’m taking the bus and we might meet up there or not. We’re rehearsing only a few blocks apart.

Anyway, I have to get moving and I’m still a bit sleep deprived, so more coffee is on the agenda. I haven’t even had time to reply to yesterday’s comments, but I’ll get there. Apologies!

Hopefully, next week will be a more laid back day off for Don. Fingers crossed.

I’ll be back with more tomorrow, my friends.

Happy Monday.

 

 

 

Simple Sunday Morning

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Not many words today. I’m sleepy and groggy and it’s foggy out and I need to just be.

Fall color has arrived early. And the leaves are falling, as you can see in the picture below.

It seems to be happening everywhere. When I posted one of these photos on Instagram, several people said autumn and its color change had come early in their neck of the woods, too. Melanie said it was because the weather had been so dry where she lives in Illinois. But it’s been very wet here. We haven’t suffered from dry weather. Nevertheless, it’s early here as well. (Just did a google search – apparently too much rain can also cause leaves to turn color and fall earlier than usual.)

No vignette here – just Mother Nature at her artful best.

Yesterday’s morning glory. Such gorgeousness.

Don’s home. We’re both tired. We’ve both been through a stressful week, for varying reasons. I have to do some prep for my coaching job tomorrow. But I really just feel like napping.

Happy Sunday.

A Foggy Saturday Morning

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Good morning!

It’s another deliciously foggy morning. I love the mystery of fog, the soft edges. I guess it’s not at all surprising that I love mysteries, is it?

Taken just a couple of minutes ago: the living room in the early morning light. I love the different wood finishes, the textures, the color of that blue table and chartreuse piece of Russel Wright pottery, the Roseville and the Guy Wolff pottery, and a splash of green in the shefflera. Oh, and the dried hydrangea in the corner.

Shadows and light.

I finished totaling and sorting through all our receipts, typed up the deductions, and sent them off to our accountant in Los Angeles. Sigh of relief.

Today I will study the script for Shadowlands. I’m doing some dialect coaching on a production in New York and that starts (for me) on Monday. As soon as this post is finished, I plan to make my second cup of coffee and sit on the porch. I must take advantage of it while I can!

Don smelled gas in his apartment yesterday and sure enough, there is a leak. So they turned off the gas. It will take a couple of days to fix – luckily he’s coming home for a day. The furniture was temporarily rented by the management company and, except for the bed, it’s ridiculously uncomfortable. The sofa is the kind you might find in a dorm room – in fact, only someone 18 or younger could lounge on it without his/her back going out. Don had a discussion with management and they agreed to find replacements. Yesterday, they brought a different chair which is definitely more comfortable (update: Nope. It’s not, per Don), but for some reason, they attempted to replace the sofa with a sofa bed (???) and it was so awkward and big that they couldn’t get it up the stairs. Why a sofa bed when he has a bed already, I don’t know. There’s been a lot of traffic in and out of his apartment this week – I know he’s looking forward to some peace and quiet.

Thought for the day – As a baked potato lover – truly, it’s one of my favorite foods – I’m going to say it: A potato baked in Stella’s oven puts all others to shame. It’s changed my potato-eating-life.

I’ve reached nirvana.

Happy Saturday.

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