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When Did This Become the Norm?

November 6, 2017 at 9:15 am by Claudia

A rainy morning here at the cottage.

Three different times this morning, I’ve tried to take a picture that wasn’t dark and grainy. But no can do. Too dark. If I’m thinking ahead, I try to take pictures the day before. But I didn’t, so you’re stuck with a photo of houseplants. Again.

A short post today because I don’t have a whole lot more to say.

I am heartsick at yet another mass shooting, where innocent people worshipping in a church were gunned down. I don’t want to hear one more politician who takes money from the NRA say anything about ‘prayers.’ Grow a damn spine and stand up to the NRA. Now. At what point did an amendment that concerned owning a musket evolve into the right to own semi-automatic weapons? And when did the right to own a weapon become more important than the lives of our fellow citizens? When did any semblance of a moral compass disappear? I tell you, I have had it. There is an insanity spreading in this country. I won’t have it. I want my country back. Vote tomorrow. Vote.

Happy Monday.

More Light at the End of the Day, Please

November 5, 2017 at 7:56 am by Claudia

A quick reminder: some of you are still attempting to comment via the email version of posts. I am unable to respond to you via those emails. So please, if you have a comment, come to blog and comment on the actual post.

Okay. I mowed and mowed and mowed yesterday. Since it’s going to rain today, it had to be done. But it left me feeling tuckered out by the end of the day. Maybe that’s the last mowing job for the year?

I don’t like the time change. Never have. The whole ‘gaining an extra hour’ thing has never impressed me. I still wake up when I wake up. I know it gives those who have to be somewhere this morning a little extra time, or in the case of someone like my husband who has five show weekend, an opportunity to catch a few more minutes of sleep. But when it gets dark way too early tonight, I’ll be cursing the whole thing.

This is the split-leaf philodendron that I nabbed at Terrain. I’ve repotted it, but I have some concern about the roots, which were completely coiled around the soil in the original pot. I’m wondering if it needs an even bigger pot. Like I said yesterday, I’ve never seen something so completely root bound. Maybe they’ll relax and sort themselves out.

I love the glossy quality of the leaves.

This pot is also from Terrain.

And the succulent called String of Pearls. Because who could resist?

I have been casually mentioning houseplants to Don to prepare him for the decided increase in green things he will see when he gets back home. Thankfully, Don likes plants (especially if I’m the one watering them!)

Checking in on the rescue dieffenbachia:

It’s looking better all the time.

Clearly, I’m transitioning from the outside to the inside. The last morning glory bloomed two days ago. Sigh. But I have nothing to complain about. It kept blooming into November and that’s the first time that has happened. I am grateful. So, ever the nurturer, I’m concentrating on my houseplants now as I prepare to say goodbye to my porch plants later in the week.

I’m having breakfast with Rick and Doug this morning. (Rick loves to eat out.) And then I’m trotting off to get my hair trimmed and, boy, does it need it!

Happy Sunday.

An Anniversary

October 30, 2017 at 9:45 am by Claudia

Yesterday was the second anniversary of my father’s passing. I remember every detail of his last hours, as Meredith and I sat with him and held his hands, stroked his forehead and told him we loved him. I miss him. That’s an understatement. I miss my mom. Both gone within 18 months of each other.

Dad is with his father – my grandfather – in this photo. I’m sure it was taken out at the lake, where they built their cottage, the first cottage on that lake. I never knew my grandfather, as he died before I was born. But I do know my father adored him. So I adore him. His close friend was the poet Edgar Guest – they played cards together. They were so close that my grandparents asked him to be my father’s godfather.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my handsome father. And I love looking at my grandfather’s kind and gentle face.

Miss you Dad. Thank you for being my dad.

It’s insanely windy out there and you know that I am very edgy when that happens. There’s a high wind warning until 6 pm and the winds were so intense last night that they woke me up. It rained torrentially all day yesterday, as well.

I’ll be glad when this is over. I haven’t opened the blinds. I’ve got the radio blaring to cover up the sound of the wind.

Do. Not. Like.

I’m currently lapping up all the details as to the news of Manafort’s indictment. I predicted, and I’m sure I’m not alone in this, that he would be the first one to topple.

Happy Monday.

When Did This Become the Norm?

More Light at the End of the Day, Please

An Anniversary

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