Comfort

We’re slightly over the sixth month mark in our transition from California to North Carolina. Some of the predictable stressors have come and gone. And we are finding ourselves more comfortable than we imagined at this stage of the game.

In a part of the country where roads wind and wander . . . → Read More: Comfort

Cement

Somethings are chiseled in stone. Other things are set in cement. Which is intended to mean that somethings never change. But sometimes they do. Like we’ve been going out for Mexican food most every Tuesday night for over twenty-five years. And although we’ve found a Mexican restaurant we like here in Cary, it . . . → Read More: Cement

Throwaways

After the leftovers, there’s the throwaways….this year’s extra freebie calendars, expired credit cards, even the drips and drabs of craft paints that have hung around for years in a plastic bin. But as always, I can hardly stand to throw away things that just might be valuable resources for the latest and greatest . . . → Read More: Throwaways

New

We’re nearly six months into a new life here in North Carolina. Some days it feels like we just got here, but some days now we feel like we’ve been here forever. The hard work of imprinting a new routine that I fretted about a few months ago seems mostly a distant complaint…with . . . → Read More: New

Routine

For forty-five years there’s been scant deviations from the routine of putting up our annual Advent decor. As Tevya would say it’s tradition! But when you thin out the herd, pack things up, and sell the space where everything had its place…well, the well-rehearsed routine goes kaput. And as much as I’ve lamented . . . → Read More: Routine

Clothing

Admittedly, I’ve thinned the herd of clothing that used to be in my closet. But still, there are those cherished garments that I may have worn once yet will never wear again that reside sleeve and collar next to my current go-to wardrobe. Enclosed in plastic garment bags are my maternal grandmother’s 1907 . . . → Read More: Clothing

Transition

Moving messes with one’s creativity. At least it does mine.

After six weeks in our new home where most things had found a new home, a new room, a new cupboard, or a new shelf, we were getting the hang of living in our new space. But then we transitioned back . . . → Read More: Transition

Hot

I’m hot! Not as in culturally with it or avant garde anything. Not because I’m piecing piping hot stars for a new quilt. I’m hot because the air conditioner has been broken for the last week and the mercury continues bubbling in the low to mid 90’s. I’m hot under the collar irritable . . . → Read More: Hot

Settling

We’re getting settled. The last boxes have been opened weeks ago and their contents distributed to new logical locations…not that I can find what I want when I want, but that’s a part of settling in. Going through the arduous effort of imprinting new routines. The refrigerator-sink-stove-dishwasher routine we’re getting down pretty well . . . → Read More: Settling

Colors

Many years ago we crested the Santa Susanna pass between the San Fernando Valley and Simi Valley at sunset. Spread before us was the most amazing array of colors which I began to rhapsodically name – cantaloupe, apricot, peach, papaya, mango, gold, raspberry, currant, plum… The quiet from the driver’s side of the . . . → Read More: Colors