At our local library.

Yesterday we were searching for something in the closet in the den. While doing that, we rediscovered this lithograph that we used to have on the wall. It’s really lovely and the handmade frame from the early 1900s is spectacular. I found it at an auction not long after we moved into the cottage. We ended up hanging it here.

It’s a Guardian Angel lithograph. They were very popular in the early 20th century. My grandmother had one – a different scene – on the wall of her guest bedroom where I would sleep when I was visiting. It was on the wall just to the left of the bed. I remember really loving it and feeling some sort of protection from that angel. It was originally my great-grandmother’s so it is very, very old.

Years later, my grandmother had to sell her home and I regret not taking that print. But I was clueless at that point in my life and it never entered my mind. Of course, I ended up spending many years looking for a print like the one on the wall in her house. I finally found this one when we moved here. It’s not exactly the same, but it has the same theme – the Guardian Angel protecting innocent children – in this case, from falling off a cliff.

And that frame! It’s so graphic in its design. We’re happy to have it on display again.

Today, I’m mowing the lawn and Don is raking leaves. We had a frost warning last night and I covered up some vulnerable plants with sheets. Once again – fingers crossed that they’re okay.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

It’s very foggy this morning. Though the rain was gone by yesterday, it was rather gloomy all day. Today, we might get a bit of sun. Fingers crossed.

We’ve been watching baseball most every night. Consequently, we’ve been staying up later than we usually do. The older I get, the harder it is to change my routine(s) – is the same true for you? In this case, we sleep in longer, so all my morning ‘chores’ are thrown off, including the blog.

I’ve always been someone who takes a long time to wake up in the morning. Most of my family knew not to talk too much to me first thing in the morning. Though my dad was very talky in the AM and couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to chat. Don understands, thank goodness. Though he, too, can be chatty first thing in the morning and sometimes I have to say “No more.” I need my coffee and some quiet time.

On Monday, I finally painted an abstract for the modern dollhouse. I wanted something rather large, so I found a good-sized  canvas and went at it. It’s not so easy to paint something abstract, I have found, so it was a challenge. Originally, I was going to paint it in oils, but they take weeks to dry, and I didn’t want any of the paint coming off on the wall. So I grabbed the acrylics that I use for miniatures. I’m fairly pleased with it.

I have it propped up on a table behind the sofa. I’ll try to get a shot of the whole room later today; it involves temporarily removing the plexiglass panels. I’m looking for a rug for both this dollhouse and the girls’ house. (And all the rooms in the Beacon Hill, of course. But that’s in the future.) This space also needs some large potted plants.

This dollhouse is sitting on the bookcase in our bedroom.

We’re going to make ourselves walk at the library today. Now that we’re not doing much work outside, we need to make sure we get our steps in. Some outside chores are on the docket, thought. I will be mowing the front lawn later this week and Don has a lot of catalpa leaves to rake.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

We’re in the middle of a Nor’easter and it’s very rainy and windy. We need the rain, so we’re grateful. It’s sort of nice to have a ‘weather day’ and I welcome the feeling of feeling cozy and safe, tucked inside of the cottage.

We had a lovely, low-key day yesterday. We talked about our wedding day and the fact that I was wearing a walking cast on my foot that I had so hoped would be gone on October 12th, but my ankle hadn’t fully healed, so I had to cover the cast with a big white sock so it would match my dress. I only allowed one photo of me in the cast and only after the photographer told me I should have one and that I’d regret it if I didn’t.

Then we talked about the beautiful National Hotel in Nevada City and its long staircase that I was supposed to use as the ‘aisle’ and my insistence that I do that even with the cast on. My sister-in-law held on to me as we walked down the staircase, and as soon as Don saw me coming down the stairs with the cast, he started crying. Then his brother started crying. Then our two friends started crying and when I got to the point on the stairs where I could see Don’s face clearly and saw him crying – I started crying. I think the only person who wasn’t crying was the man who married us.

It was a simple ceremony and a beautiful setting, a gorgeous autumn day in Northern California. We took a carriage ride through town after the ceremony and since it was Columbus Day, a holiday, there were a lot of people out and about waving at us.

Then we had dinner with our friends in a private room. It was lovely.

By the way, in case you haven’t read about this before on the blog, we were in Nevada City because Don was performing in a one-man show “Jeeves Takes Charge” at the theater there. The theater was run by two friends of ours (they were at the ceremony.) We didn’t want a big wedding and we didn’t want our families to have to pay for travel. Frankly, I didn’t want a lot of fuss, nor did Don. We were in our forties and spending a lot of money on a big wedding seemed silly. Don was in Nevada City and another friend of ours was there as well helping Don shape his performance. So Don and Lynnie did a lot of the footwork and planning because I was back in San Diego working. I flew up there the day before the wedding, watched a matinee performance of Don’s show (he was incredible) and the next day we got married. When Don’s brother and his wife arrived the day of the wedding, we walked over to the car to greet them and saw his brother lying down on the car seat because he was in tremendous pain from a slipped disc. Nevertheless, they came and were there for us.

The best thing is that we remember everything about that day. Every detail of the ceremony is crystal clear. Because we decided that small and intimate is what we wanted, there was absolutely no stress. Just joy.

At the end of the ceremony, we were instructed to exchange two white roses every year in honor of our commitment to each other. Some years we remember and some years (like this one) we forget. Ah well. We’ll do it next year. Last year, or was it the year before?, we exchanged the roses at a lookout spot in the mountains. It was lovely. The other people at the lookout applauded.

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I’ll close with my heartbreak at the loss of Diane Keaton. I adored her. I wanted to be her. Annie Hall was life changing for me. And since then, I have seen everything she has done, read her books, followed her restorations of several historic homes, watched her with her dogs (she loved them) and her adopted children. I’ve marveled at her style, her wit, her kindness, her bravery, her determination to live life her way. She was authentic. She was a gift to all of us. When I saw the first reports that she had died, I was sure it was some sort of internet hoax. The news originally came from People  but had not been confirmed by any major news source. So I had some hope it was not true. But it was. This one really hits me. How can Diane Keaton not be here on Earth? How could this magical being leave us?

Hackman, Redford, Keaton: too much loss this year. We’re nearing the end of an era of a kind of filmmaking that is fast disappearing.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.