Mockingbird Hill Cottage
Praying
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
Mary Oliver
A few words from my favorite poet. If you haven’t discovered her yet, you’re in for a wonderful adventure.
Happy Saturday.
Despite my good intentions, I inevitably arrive at my home-away-from-home having neglected to pack certain essentials. This time: clothespins to secure open bags of chips and other foodstuffs, a good cutting knife (the ones in actor housing are always too dull and, therefore, unsafe) coffee filters, matches to light candles, and on and on. The other morning, spurred on by the realization that my Peets French Roast would be running out in about 2 days, I hopped in the car that 3 of us share and went to Target.
Peets? Check. All the other stuff? Check. Except for the coffee filters, which I forgot for the third time. I finally got them yesterday at CVS. While maneuvering my cart down all the aisles, I saw this lamp for $15.00.
I grabbed it. The floor lamp I had been using in this end of the apartment was dicey. Maybe dangerous. I originally had it next to the desk but when my hand touched the ‘brass’ I felt the vibration of the electric current.
A big fat no to that one. So I switched it out with another floor lamp and put it in a corner in the sewing area. Unplugged, of course. So when I came upon this little lamp, I thought, why not? $15 is a pretty good deal. And I can use it somewhere in the cottage. I’m thinking it might go in my little studio space eventually. The faulty lamp went in the closet.
Looks sort of cute, no?
I have yet to do any piecing. No time. Not to mention the fact that I have no idea what I’m going to create in this little Hartford studio. Time enough for all of that later.
This pincushion always makes me smile. It was made by Debbie of Happy Little Cottage. I thought it might want to come along with Mabel to Hartford.
Rehearsals continue. Today the rest of the acting company arrives and we have introductions and Darko talks about the plays and the designers show their costume and set designs and then we read through Macbeth. I already know a few of the company members but there are some actors that are new to me.
By the way, a few of you have mentioned the superstitions about the title of this play – actors used to be very superstitious and some still are. Supposedly, one is not to say the name of the play within the theater space. That means in the dressing rooms and in the wings. Everyone usually substitutes “The Scottish Play” for the title. Obviously, since the title character’s name is echoed several times in the text, it’s okay to say it on stage if it’s part of the dialogue.
I don’t believe in such things but I honor it, if only for the people who do.
I’ve lost all track of time. I keep thinking it’s Thursday and it’s Friday. Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I here? Where are my husband and my dog?
Happy Friday.
Despite the efforts of my adored deer friends, who like to chomp on these plants because they’re right on the edge of the garden, my sweet flowers were in full bloom when I left for Hartford.
Perfect for a cottage garden.
I’ve been away for 4 days and can’t help but wonder what the heck is happening in the garden. I left a watering schedule for Don, which he was gung-ho about on Monday. However, as of today, we’ve already reached the point when I have to remind him about the patio flowers, the flowers that are coming up from seed on the edge of the dog corral and the birdbath. Last night, I realized he hadn’t mentioned any watering in the recap of his day. So, after my bath, I grabbed the phone and ‘gently’ reminded him.
Flowers and birds: I’ve got your back.
On more than one occasion, I saw a Hummingbird Moth approach the many phlox blooms to sample their delights, as well as beautiful butterflies and bees. The scent from those flowers is heavenly.
Let’s take a guess as to how many weeds will await me when I get home for a visit. The answer: lots and lots.
Over the past several years, I’ve often had to leave home for a stretch of time in order to coach a show. But interestingly, I’ve never left home at this time of year. It’s usually in the spring, as the garden is re-emerging from the ground. This leaving in July is new to me. What will I miss?
Yesterday, as I left rehearsal, there was a car idling in front of the building. A man was behind the wheel and was clearly waiting for someone. In the back seat was a happy, panting white and tan Aussie Shepherd who reminded me so much of Scoutie. Same smile on her face. Same love of being in the car. Same sense of adventure.
Talk about a pang straight to the heart.
Missing my girl on this Thursday morning.
A Thought or Two on Blogging
My friend Dawn successfully moved her blog to WordPress yesterday. I kept checking my phone all day long as she updated me via email on the transition, which was flawless. She’s pretty excited, as she should be – her blog looks beautiful. When the transition is made from Blogger to WordPress, it often takes up to 48 hours for everyone to see it. That’s because servers all over the world update at different speeds. But I was able to see her new blog right away – both on the theater’s computer and on my laptop. Stop by and pay her a visit. Like me, she designed her site all by herself and did the move herself. It’s empowering. It also saves a lot of money!
As to WordPress or Blogger and what works and what doesn’t work, Brenda had a lot of trouble on WordPress and she eventually chose to start over on Blogger. I know how stressful it was for her. WP ended up not being the right fit for her. I haven’t had any trouble. I love this platform which gives me all sorts of design possibilities, where I can and do own my content and that includes all the photos I have posted in the year I’ve been here. My photos from all my posts on Blogger are stored in Picasa. If I canceled that account or deleted my original blog, they would disappear from posts in my archives here on WordPress. Because Blogger owns them. By that I mean that the photos are linked to the original blog on Blogger and live in Picasa. There they will remain. I’m not comfortable with that. I also enjoy the process of writing a post in WordPress far more than I did in Blogger. But that’s my experience. Each of us has our own comfort level and has to find a home in this blogging world that feels right. I hope that the move back to Blogger will feel right for Brenda. Here’s the link to her new site.
In the end, everyone’s adventure on Blogger, Typepad, Tumblr or WordPress is distinctly their own. I had a lot of trouble on Blogger where my blog was hacked on four different occasions. And, save for the first time when someone was sympathetic to my plea for help in the Forum but could not ultimately help me, not one of my ensuing pleas was answered. Not one. I felt scared and abandoned. So I hightailed it out of there. For me, it was worth it to pay for a host and for additional security. Since I’m paying for all of that, I can access help and support at any time.
All this is to say that your adventure in blogging is your own. If you’re happy on Blogger or Typepad – wonderful! If you’re considering a move to WordPress, go for it. I’ve never regretted it for one minute. I feel just as connected to all of you as I did on Blogger. After all, the blog, which is written from my heart, remains the same. The content remains the same. And that’s what ultimately matters.
There’s room for everyone on whatever platform you choose. Heck, I’d even venture to say that we need all those platforms because there are millions of bloggers out there and more and more are being added every day. There’s a platform out there to suit each and every need. And isn’t that terrific?
Happy Thursday.
