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Light, Baseball, Stress, and Did I Just Hear Christmas Music?

November 2, 2016 at 10:06 am by Claudia

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Early morning light here at the cottage.

Well, not tremendously early, as I slept in this morning. That, my friends, is a rare thing.

Lately, I seem to be fascinated with light – the way it shifts and changes as the day goes on.

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One thing you have to say about our cottage: it’s lived in. I rarely stage a photo, though I might move a pile of laundry or do some much needed straightening up, but as a rule, we are an ‘as is’ household. What you see is what you get!

The World Series has moved on to a seventh game. Oh boy. That will be a nail biter. We’re cheering for the Cubs, but both teams have played so well and are so evenly matched, who knows what will happen? As a girl who has lived on both coasts, but is still a Midwesterner at heart, I’m thrilled that both teams are from the heart of the Midwest.

As Don said this morning, with the constant stress of the election (don’t get me started on the latest developments) do we need more  stress? I guess we do, because we will be watching the game tonight. I don’t know about you, but I am counting the days until November 8th. Time seems to move so quickly nowadays – Don and I constantly remark on how quickly a week goes by – yet the days leading up to Election Day seem to crawl. Time moving quickly, while simultaneously moving slowly. How can that be?

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I went to Michael’s yesterday to get some craft paint.

They were playing Christmas music.

As you well know if you’ve read this blog for any length of time, I have a rule: No Christmas until the second week of December. Of course, when I say that I’m referring to decorating my cottage. I do know the retail world needs to start the Christmas extravaganza earlier than that. But November 1st? Cripes, Thanksgiving isn’t until the 24th!

And it was the Jackson 5 singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town.

That is why I stay out of big chain stores as much as possible. For my holiday sanity.

It’s going to be 72° here today. Just the other night, the temperature dropped to 29°. My head is spinning! I think it may be a good day to clean the windows – one of my least favorite jobs in the world, second only to cleaning the bathroom. I never seem to be able to do it without streaks. I’ve tried using newspaper and all the other suggestions I see out there. Still streaks.

But, even with streaks, the windows will be clean. Hopefully.

New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page – Five Short Takes on Five Novels Recently Read.

Happy Wednesday.

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Don Writes: A Long Look in the Mirror

October 27, 2016 at 8:06 am by Claudia

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True Story:

A good friend of mine, now 75, was once a proud member of John F. Kennedy’s Army Airborne; a band of brothers and paratroopers in one of the elite divisions of what was known as “Charlie Company.” They had recently paraded in front of the President in a review of military precision, with starched, shined, and uniform patriotic and aggressive marching bordering on a goose step. And JFK had saluted and waved back, with a smile and a tanned face still embedded in my friend’s fading memory.

He returned to the U.S. from the carnage of Viet Nam with images of brothers killed in action and a haunting concern and loyalty for those still over there.

He was trying to re-enter life and find the person he was who’d been left stateside. He started looking for himself and figured he’d try every bar and dive along the Hudson River until that guy turned up.

It was in a bar such as this one night when he and some fellow Vets came across some scruffy protester types, tie-dyed and shaggy and equally three sheets to the wind. Words were overheard, and not liking what he heard, my friend steamed across the bar and with a firm right-cross sent a stool-perched peace-nut to the peanut-shell-covered bar floor below.

Someone then ran over to my friend, who was still swaggering tall above the thin, crumpled figure, and said breathlessly,

“Don’t you know who you just punched??!”

“Who”

“Man, that’s Bob Dylan.”

And so it was.

My friend, who’d been off bivouacking in the cool and inviting breezes that were the jungles of Viet Nam in the summer, and not privy or particularly interested in the latest musical trends, replied:

“Who’s Bob Dylan?”

Now, I don’t approve of violence, nor do I bear any malice toward the legendary folk singer (I’m a fan), but I must guiltily admit I think it’s a little cool to have a friend who sucker-punched Bob Dylan. It’s just that, well, it is  a singular event to hear of firsthand. Besides, it was a long, long time ago. And Bob has done alright by himself. He might even tell my friend if they ever meet and my friend should apologize, “Don’t think twice. It’s alright.”

Or not.

But you couldn’t take a real-life event and find a more perfect metaphor for the ever-evolving American male image: John Wayne mano a mano with the Prince of Protest.

After hearing Hillary Clinton say recently, “America now has to decide what kind of country we want to be” (or words to that effect) and after the braying, macho Trumpery of The Donald, it might be a good time for men to ask themselves, “What kind of men  do we want to be?”

Which has some of my male-type friends taking a long look in the mirror and wondering what they see. Or want to see. Or should see.

What does it mean to be a man? I thought this was cleared up long ago in the unlikely person of the actor, Alan Alda.

In the book Men & Masculinities: A Social, Cultural, and Historial Encyclopedia, Michael Kimmel and Amy Aronson write:

Alda symbolized a charming, certainly milder alternative to the “Raging Bull” and “Rockys” of the world – a romantic lead whose masculinity was predicated on sensitivity, intelligence, and roguish wit as opposed to testosterone-fueled aggression, machismo, and intimidating physical prowess.”

Hmmm…

“…testosterone-fueled aggression, machismo, and intimidating physical prowess.” Sounds a little like a rally I’ve seen on TV lately.

Is that  what a man does? What a man is?

Or is it strength with gentleness? Power with compassion? Conviction with an open mind? Confidence with humility?

What does it even mean : Being a good man? Being a strong man?

That’s what a few of us would like to know.

Maybe, just maybe, this post could be helpful for all of us.

So…

What do you  think? We’d like to know.

And yes, I will read and reply to your comments.

And maybe learn something.

If I’m man enough to try.

 

Closing à la Claudia:
Happy Thursday.

Don

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Chatty on Tuesday

October 25, 2016 at 10:14 am by Claudia

• I had a horrifying dream on Saturday night. I had another horrifying dream on Sunday night. Last night, as we settled into bed, Don said, “You’ll only have sweet dreams tonight.” And I did…until the alarm went off at 3 am. This time, it wasn’t a smoke alarm, but the alarm for the front door, which I saw on the alarm pad when I ran downstairs to shut it off. The alarm company called and while I was on the phone with them, Don checked everything out. The front door was locked. The motion detector light hadn’t gone on. Clearly, there hadn’t been an intruder or the light would have been on.

Nevertheless, it was very unsettling. I couldn’t calm down and both of us went downstairs a couple of times to check everything out. I finally went back to sleep, thank goodness. We’ll talk to the alarm company today and try to figure out what happened.

•  I spent several hours sorting through books – on the downstairs shelves and on the shelves in my bedroom, which was the bigger job. As usual, a good dusting was required and a pass with the vacuum. These books have been removed from the bedroom shelves. There’s yet another stack from the den shelves. First choice: my local library. Second choice: local used bookstore.

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Now I have to find some boxes for them.

A very satisfying experience, which left me with extra shelf space upstairs.

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It’s almost impossible to get a photo because the bed takes up so much space. But you can see open space(!) on the shelf behind my bedside table. The bedside table is an old typing table that I rescued many years ago.

Lamb Chop and her baby have moved over to the other bookshelf. The green lamp is only temporarily on top of the bookshelf. It needs to get rewired and I have no other place to stash it.

I’ll do my best to get a better photo this afternoon, when the light is much brighter in the bedroom.

•  I sorted through my many decorating books, rediscovering some favorites, including these by Mary Engelbreit:

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I have some of her other books as well, but these are my favorites. Living the Artful Life is based on interiors that were showcased in Mary Engelbreit’s Home Companion. Simply gorgeous. The smaller books were written to showcase specific things: Fabric, Collections, and there was another one on Plates (which I thought I had, but maybe I only wanted to own it and somehow never did.)

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I have three favorite magazines, all of which are now out of print: Country Home, Cottage Living, and Mary Engelbreit’s Home Companion. I’ve saved copies of all three. Periodically, I pull them out for the sheer pleasure of reading them again. (With some hot chocolate, of course.) MEHC is stacked on top of the bookcase. The others are in magazine holders in one of the sections of the bookcase.

I have this dream that Mary will start the magazine up again, and a few years ago, she seemed to indicate that she was considering it. But it didn’t happen. I understand. It’s very difficult to keep a magazine going in this online economy. But, oh, how I miss it. I always felt that Mary was a kindred spirit. She got me. She understood the way I love to decorate, the things I love to collect.

•  One other thing – a wonderful surprise – happened yesterday. Do you remember when Don went on Medicare in June and I was going to have to go on an individual policy? I signed up for that policy, which was going to cost more than our previous joint policy. Eight days after it started, June 8th, we found out we were going to be covered through Don’s union. It came as a total surprise and I cried with happiness because the cost was so much more reasonable and we will be covered for the rest of our lives.

So I immediately called NY State of Health to cancel the policy I had just started, explaining the whole thing to them. When I called the health care provider to ask if I could get a refund, they directed me back to NYSofH to get the policy back-dated. That involved a couple of phone conversations. They set it in motion, and on June 15th it went to the State/Health dept. for review.

I called every week to check on it. Still in review. After about 6 weeks of this, I asked if I should just stop calling and wait. Yes, they said. Once it’s approved, we’ll call you and we’ll send it on to the health care provider. But it might not be approved.

So I stopped calling. After about 3 months, I had pretty much given up, thinking I would never see that money again.

Yesterday, I went down to the mailbox to get the mail and there was an envelope from a company whose name I didn’t recognize. But I could see through the window that it looked like a check and in the corner was the name of my former health care provider. I didn’t dare hope. And even when I began to hope, I was sure it would be for less than the full amount I paid.

It was a refund for the entire amount. I was dumbfounded.

No call from New York State of Health, of course. I’m not surprised, because I’ve learned not to expect them to follow through. In the end, I don’t care. I got my refund!

Okay, end of chatty post for Tuesday.

Happy Tuesday.

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