Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

A Post from Imogen

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Hi everybody, Imogen here!

Mom asked if I could write today’s post because she was up late and then it took her a long time to get to sleep, so she’s, as she would say, a big “ragged” this morning.

Mom and Dad decided to not follow the election results via the television. Too much hype and loud music and flow charts and white boards. They’re really tired of that. So, they watched old episodes of What’s My Line  and Mom kept checking Twitter.

She says we still don’t have all the results in. “Some bad things happened, but a lot of good things happened” is how she explained it to me. Mom and Dad have signs on the front lawn and everyone on the signs won.

Currently, she’s still  checking Twitter.

She and Dad are tired today so they are going to take it easy. Mom wishes dad had made an apple pie yesterday. She said she could sure use a piece.

She also finished this puzzle:

She told me that this is a place called Broadway and both she and Dad have worked there.

It’s news to me and I have no idea where that is, but okay.

It’s very cold here this morning and Mom is wondering if her porch plants survived. She’s going to go out there later this morning to check on them.

Thanks for letting me talk to you.

I’m going to go and hang out with my sisters.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

Swoosh and VOTE

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Sunrise, complete with jet trail.

Both of us woke up too early today. Election Day is the reason, of course. We’re excited and very nervous.

We will go and vote in about an hour and a half. Don has to chair a Zoom meeting first.

This will be brief because I haven’t a whole lot to say other than “VOTE!!!!!” I suspect most of you have already voted, but if you haven’t, get out there and make your voice heard.

Yesterday I was sitting at the table working on the puzzle and I heard a huge SWOOSH! It was so loud that I thought something bad had happened. I jumped up and went outside. The sound had come from a huge murmuration of starlings right outside our door. It was stunning. The starlings hung around our property for hours. Then they seemingly left, but an hour or so later, as I was standing in the bathroom, there they were in the secret garden. Luckily I had my phone with me so I shot some video. You can see it on my IG account, if you’re interested. Not quite as dramatic as that first swoosh, but pretty darned beautiful.

Little miracles keep me going.

I’ll announce the winner of the calendar tomorrow.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.

Monday

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This morning. It’s still unseasonably warm out there – lovely, of course – but tomorrow will bring colder temperatures, so we’ll do our best to enjoy today. It was actually a little too  warm yesterday – 76 degrees. Both of us mentioned that we were ready for colder temperatures.

Remind me of that in a month or so.

Today will be a self-imposed ‘No news’ day. I’m nervous enough about the election, but there’s nothing I can do now but VOTE. We are voting tomorrow, though we could have voted early. But Don likes the ‘event’ of voting on Election Day itself and since we don’t have any conflicts, that’s what we’re going to do.

There’s so much I could say, but you know how I feel and what I believe. The GOP lacks a moral compass of any kind at the moment. Voting for one issue – like inflation, which is happening globally – when the party you think will rescue you from that doesn’t have a plan and voted against the Inflation Reduction Act is the proverbial “not seeing the forest for the trees.”

Our democracy is at stake.

Anyway, my plan is to stay away from Twitter today. (We’ll see how that goes.) I’m sure some news will find me, no matter how hard I try to avoid it. But I’m going to retreat into puzzle land and start a new book. And play with some dolls.

I’ve found that whenever I’m feeling blue or worried, grabbing one of the girls, dressing her in something fresh, then taking a photo of her lifts my mood. So that will probably happen today.

Speaking of which, I found two of the girls upstairs in the studio:

They look confused. They’re probably wondering why they don’t fit inside, because shouldn’t my world be all about them? They’ve told me they’re going to supervise when I start to work on the Beacon Hill.

Looks like it might get crowded in my little space.

Hang in there, everyone. Vote.

#Roevember.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

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