Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
You might notice that all my images captured through the viewfinder are mirror imaged, that's all part of the challenge and fun of shooting through a camera made in the 1940's.
Fred had a birthday this weekend, it was great. The big cake now gone. I suspect it was more than one kids breakfast for several days. We each have our own little ceramic candle house. Though Olivia and Fred share October birthdays at the very beginning and end of the month, Rush and I each have our own. His for February looks like a winter birthday cake house, dressed in pinks and lavendars, my candle cake house for the month of May, looks like it sprung up from a flower garden.
I think these will be momentos, when they are grown, they will spot in the china cabinet and remember each time they were brought out, forgotten from the time before.
Monday, October 29, 2007
I've been so busy finishing the text in this darn frit book, I've lost 3 pounds and I think my right arm might fall off just below the elbow. Any clever ability I had to turn a phrase left about the time the last yellow leaf fell from the pear tree out back. But I think I might find it again if I take another shower, find my special pair of socks and rearrange the glasses in the cupboard one more time. Wish me luck!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Fred sometimes would roll the trash can down if he thinks Rush forgot, I suggested we really needed to let Rush fail at some point, rather than being reminded--so we miss a garbage pick up, so what. The trouble was Rush kept remembering or we kept reminding him--we never got to test out the 'consequence' part of the lesson. So last week, after months of this, we didn't remind, Rush forgot and Fred didn't cover. Nevermind it was the same day Rush was sick in bed, he still forgot, and could have put his shoes on, responsibility is responsibillity, right?
He dudifully did all the dishes without complaint. So last Sunday, I'm waiting, waiting, will he remember the thrash? Darn he remembered without being reminded, no dishes relief for me this week!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
When I realized the train arrived in NYC at the same time the party Fred was hosting was about to start, I told him I'd meet him at the restaurant. When getting a taxi at 5:45pm proved much harder than expected he was so sweet and told me to just get there when I could, and if I ran out of time, enjoy taking photos, I had money with me and common sense, and I could just take the train back home. He was right, and it took so much pressue off.
But I was already in my little black dress and heels and the dinner sounded really good, and I knew he had a limo for the ride home. Why let him go alone, I gave up on photo taken and found my way to this uptown restaurant. It was wonderful. I think we both napped the hour and a half drive home, full from an amazing dinner, stimulating conversation and a little bit of wine. The driver never speaking a word, a tiny orange cresent moon at the horizon the entire way.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
He wants me there for a dinner party he's hosting with some work colleagues. Concerning the schedule conflict I found myself in--this dinner, or Rush's late afternoon dentist appoinment, the appointment made six months ago....Rush was more than happy to give up his slot of my time. (figures!)
These social events always make me a little nervous, there will be 18-20 of us, but when it's over, I'm sure I'll be glad that I went.
Now to find the right dress in my closet and decide if I can manage bringing my camera with me. This viewfinder camera contraption is bulky and heavy...but I think I must!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
All the windows open, every fan in the house going at high speed. It was the first thing he did when he got home. Gee, it's stuffy in here he always says, the brisk autumn air challenging my little coccoon of warmth. Sumo sleeps under the covers at night. All night long.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Attached to the bottle, by a red ribbon, a little note. Letting her know about the loose step, fourth one up from the bottom. Also, about not running a computer, the window AC and the microwave at the same time. (The computer loses, ask me how I know).
I took one more look around, breathed in the wonderful cottage smell, lived in the moment for that brief time and shut the door without looking back. Today I thought, oh I have to run and get the mail, feed the ducks... than almost a relief. No I don't have those obligations anymore, the freedom itself can be it's own blessing.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I'm now remembering a movie Fred and I went to see together. Five minutes into it, I knew I couldn't stay. It was satanic-scary, or had some animal death scene or something I just couldn't watch. So I told Fred I would be next door at the megaplex, and popped out before he could say a word. I found some mindless comedy, which ended near the same time, and enjoyed it. He still won't let me forget the day I abandoned him at the movies! I didn't know that about him until then-- it's less the movie than the company.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Yesterday Rush took his 8th grade teachers and principal by surprised when during his yearly IEP meeting he declared he no longer wanted to be in learning support/special education. That he wanted to join a mainstream class, any one--NOW. It was the first time he's ever attended one of these meetings, I guess they figure he's old enough now to have some input. He told the group that he had gone to Standford University this last summer, (it was a weeklong leadership class), and that's the college he wants to attend 'just tell me what I need to do to get there'.
No one knew what to say. The principal had just finished telling us that he strongly suggested the Vocational/Technology high school for Rush next year, 'they aren't as bad as you're thinking' the principal justified. 'No', Rush told us, 'he could do this--regular high school and mainstream classes at that!'. Everyone agreed something had shifted in him this summer, that he for once was taking his own education seriously. So the state gives him rights and he took a stand. No one quite knew what to say except to listen and follow his wishes, to give him some opportunities to prove himself. The IEP didn't get signed off, and goes back for revisions--his revisions.
As we were leaving I over heard something said to him, 'you have a really great mom'. That felt so nice to hear and only stirred the fire within me to support him on this new path, to see where it leads.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
One of the Val Cox's is a poet, who wrote a delightful poem called the 'Cookie Thief'. We sometimes get her mail, but haven't been able to locate her yet to join the club.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
It got me thinking, it's the dreamlike quality of this old style of photography which has me so captivated and intriged.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
My consolation is that Fred promised me last week, I will have another cottage, very soon. And this next one we will own not rent (the owner of this wouldn't sell). That it would be near a pond or lake or river, and I can have all the ducks I want. The best part is, he always keeps his promises!
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
"Today I wanted to milk the day for all it was worth, as if Time were a cow and all I needed was a bucket. but no sooner did I get started than Time swished her tail and the bright new day was gone. How could that be? I gasped. Time raised her head and looked at me with eyes so big you'd think there would be room in them for some compassion. Don't forget your bucket, Time said".
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
It makes me laugh everytime I see it. I love the last paragraph. The part about 'not being on her best behavior these past years'. Not days, or weeks. No...years. And she was only 15, lol!