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It Wasn’t Pretty

August 31, 2017 at 8:53 am by Claudia

You know I like my coffee. For a couple of years, we’ve been using the pour over method to make our coffee. I was introduced to this method a few years back when I was coaching in Wisconsin and my apartment mate, a costume designer, said that her rules for essentials on the road were: good music and good coffee. She had a collapsible filter holder that she used when away from home. Anyway, she convinced me to try it and danged if the coffee didn’t taste better.

I was sold.

When I came home, I persuaded Don to try it. He loved it. We dragged an old brown Melitta filter holder out of our pantry – I’m not sure why we had it, but for some reason, we did. Eventually, I bought a newer design, also Melitta, but orange in color, so that we would have two of them – one for each of us. Fast forward to this year when I realized we would both be on the road a lot and that we needed another orange version because the new design allowed one to peek at the coffee level in the cup when pouring, thus eliminating the otherwise inevitable over-pouring.

That brought us to 4 different versions of the filter holder. (I forgot to mention that I own a collapsible version, as well.)

Since I’ve been in Hartford, I’ve been packing my holder when I go home for the weekend and then bringing it back when I return to Hartford.

Yesterday morning, I woke up and stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee. Filled the kettle. Turned on the burner. Got my mug.

Crap. I’d forgotten to pack my filter holder. Near-panic ensued. What the heck was I going to do? I tried holding the paper filter while pouring water from the kettle. It immediately collapsed from the weight of the water, grounds all over the mug. I tried the Keurig. Couldn’t get it to work.

So there I was, at 6:15 am, walking the streets of Hartford – not a pretty sight. I remembered that Starbucks sold a heavy ceramic version of the filter holder, so I walked a couple of blocks to the store. Nothing. Maybe they weren’t selling them anymore. Starbucks coffee is too strong for me. (I know that’s hard to believe.) So I walked a few more blocks to Panera and bought two large coffees to go. Back to the apartment. Didn’t like the coffee a whole lot, but okay. Thought I’d try the Keurig again. I packed some Peets into the mesh filter and managed to make a cup, but the Keurig filter only holds half of the amount of coffee I use, so this ended up being tedious and messy, with me trying to retrieve grounds that were floating on the surface of the coffee. But I got my required amount of morning coffee. Thinking I would just have to ‘tough it out’ until I went home on Saturday, I chalked this one up to leaving home too early in the morning on Tuesday with Stella still in my head.

After rehearsal last night – around 6:00 – I decided to try the new Starbucks, which is connected to the new Barnes and Noble at UConn. What the heck, I thought.

Bingo. They had two of them in stock.

It weighs a ton! And it’s huge.

But it works.

I was a much happier camper this morning.

That makes 5 filter holders.

On my way back from Starbucks, I shot a few photos.

Hartford is a center for Insurance Companies and Travelers is right there in the downtown area. It flanks the Wadsworth Atheneum and is now a neighbor of the new UConn Campus.

The moon over the Wadsworth Atheneum. I can’t recommend this museum enough. It’s gorgeous.

One of the oldest churches in the city is getting a steeple makeover. Just down the street from the church is Bushnell Park.

We’re in the midst of our last few days in the rehearsal room. We had a run-through yesterday and we’ll have one today and tomorrow. Then the whole kit and caboodle moves onstage on Saturday. That’s why I can go back home for a few days. The first few days in the theater are about all things technical and I’m not really needed. I’ll come back either Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on where they are in the process.

I made Don show me Stella when we were chatting on FaceTime last night. He even lit a burner for me! She’s sure purty!

Happy Thursday.

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Twelve Years

August 30, 2017 at 9:21 am by Claudia

Our list of Must Haves: 3 bedrooms, attic, basement, garage

What we got: 2 bedrooms, no attic, no usable basement, no garage

After endless visits to houses all over the Hudson Valley, all of them ‘not quite right’ and in some cases, terribly wrong, we were steered toward a little town that we knew nothing about. It was a very hot and humid day and we were sweaty, but we’d seen this listing, you see, for a little house with a bluestone front porch that wrapped around two sides of the house, with pine floors, and lots of windows.

We got out of the car. A tree had fallen nearby and the grass was way overgrown. But we looked past that and headed to the house. Don went right in the front door. I lingered on the porch, which I had fallen in love with via the listing and now was seeing in person. I was a porch girl through and through and I hadn’t had one in several years. Don, almost 6′5″, walked into the kitchen, which has a slanted ceiling that is very high at its highest point, and saw the sun flooding into the room.

I eventually went inside.

It was small.

Don was won over because of that kitchen. I started to thaw when I saw the kitchen and the den, which was two steps down from the living room – a cozy sunken room. A bath and a half, which was more than we had in our rental.

But no attic. The basement, carved out when this 1891 cottage was built, held the boiler, the hot water heater, the oil tank, the well pump, and cobwebs galore. Not usable for anything other than that. No garage. A shed, which was nice, but no garage.

We walked through again. Don was immediately won over. I took a bit longer.

But, here’s the thing. It was so light! There were windows everywhere on the first floor. Don said it was the first house we’d seen that didn’t hold any negative energy. Just light and positive energy.

I eventually caved because of those pine floors (now scratched from the dogs) and that porch and the light and the look of the cottage, of course, which was utterly charming. There was a large garden bed with about two plants in it. I immediately imagined filling it up with flowers and adding more beds along the front and sides of the cottage. There was room for the dogs to run if we fenced in what is now the corral.

We moved in 12 years ago today.

Two life-long renters, working in the arts, no money to speak of. Two people in their fifties, who dreamed of having a home of their own, finally.

Hurricane Katrina struck as we were moving, but we had no access to cable for two weeks and couldn’t see the footage everyone else was seeing. I remember how shocked we were when we finally saw what had been happening. And now – 12 years later – Hurricane Harvey and unbelievable devastation.

Sweet and bittersweet.

In those days, it was just our house. Mockingbird Hill Cottage didn’t really evolve until 3 years later when I started this blog.

Happy Anniversary Mockingbird Hill Cottage! We love you. Thank you for shelter, for being, as a cable guy once said to us, “…a happy house. I could tell this is a happy house the moment I walked in the door.”

And welcome to Stella who is now cooking with gas! Here she is, courtesy of Don, nestled in her place in the kitchen:

Happy Wednesday.

 

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Stella

August 29, 2017 at 7:44 am by Claudia

The arrival of the truck yesterday morning ‘forced’ me to call the car dealership and say I would be ten minutes late for my inspection appointment.

I mean…I had to get photos, right? I had to document the delivery for all of you and for Instagram.

That’s Stella in the crate. Why there was only one guy delivering this, I don’t know. Don had to help him. What if it had been coming to a someone who was unable to help? The only thing that made sense to me was that his regular partner wasn’t there…because it doesn’t make any sense otherwise. This stove weighs a ton.

As it came down on the ramp, I had to go in the house. Visions of the crate falling over were going through my head.

There she is.

At this point, I had to leave. I drove to the dealership to get my car inspected. They also informed me that my wheels needed realignment, so I had that done, too.

About an hour and a half later, as I was getting the keys to my car, a text appeared on my phone:

“Success! Beautiful, hassle-free success!!”

These guys, all friends of Don, came over, helped to take apart the crate, conferred, pondered and figured out the best way to get her in the house. The kitchen door was removed and they maneuvered the refrigerator dolly and unwrapped her…and this is the photo I received.

I was so relieved. Turns out my appointment took up just enough of my time to keep me away from the house and the stress I know I would have been feeling. It saved Don from having to deal with it, too! Perfect.

I came home, Don went to return the dolly and the packing blankets, and I lovingly removed all of the painters tape on Stella. It was sort of dark in the kitchen by that point so I had a hard time getting a proper photo of her.

She’s not in place yet because Gino has to do all the propane related things today and hook her up. But there she is. Welcome, Stella!!!!

There’s the clock. It doesn’t work. Turns out that about 95% of the clocks from these older models no longer work. That’s why we bought the timer.

But the electric works – the oven light and a light under the shelf – which I’ll show you another time.

In fact, I’ll take you on a tour of her next weekend when I am home for a longer period of time.

See the salt and pepper shakers? (That switch in the middle turns on the shelf light.)

They they are. I love these little details. And there are lots of them on this stove – I promise I’ll have much more next weekend, but I have to get my butt in gear and drive back to Hartford. It’s been rather hectic here and not really restful but I’m so glad I was here to greet her yesterday.

She’s so beautiful.

Don says he isn’t going to cook with her until I get home next weekend. Hmmm. Frankly, she’s so gorgeous and the chrome is so beautiful that we’re a little anxious about that first cooking adventure.

Don kept telling the guys who were helping him yesterday, “Listen. If anything happens to this stove, I won’t have a home. I’ll have to stay with one of you. I’m not kidding.”

He was right.

Oh, Texas, the images I see are heartbreaking. I find I can’t write about this very articulately. Just horror. But the other side of that horror is another confirmation of man’s goodness. So many brave citizens reaching out to help. Bless you.

Thank you for all your cheers for the arrival of our beauty! We figured out that the day we first saw her was July 10th. And here it is, August 29th, and she’s in our little cottage. Amazing.

More later, I promise.

Happy Tuesday.

 

 

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

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