I could barely walk by the time I drove home and got out of the car. An hour and a half nap was immediately in order as a chaser to a couple of ibuprofen. And nine and half hours of overnight sleep mandatory for a woman of my vintage to recover from . . . → Read More: Unmasked
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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 For years I’ve had a guiding motto – Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should. Those wise words have put a damper on any number of hare-brained schemes. But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s fun to do something just because. Especially when your daughter posts a photo on Facebook and basically say, . . . → Read More: Because Time, especially this time of year, has a paradoxical quality to it. There’s never enough of it as we busily shop, bake and decorate for Christmas. There’s way too much time as we anxiously anticipate with mixed expectations the gifts, other surprises, and even disappointments, of the season. As a . . . → Read More: Time 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 . . . → Read More: Settling 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 . . . → Read More: Colors It has been decades since my calendar is as empty as it appears now. No more breakfast or lunch dates, no more doctor’s appointments, no more art workshops to plan for or facilitate, no more dinner engagements with friends. No more deadlines to meet. There has been a emptiness to our days – an . . . → Read More: Empty I’m back…but it’s been an effort. It’s been nearly two months since I’ve sat down at my computer to create what had become a weekly discipline for four years. How quickly one gets out of a routine when other things in life take precedence. But seriously, I have a good excuse. Many . . . → Read More: Effort Over a month ago I wrote about an art retreat I’d attended where much of my art work incorporated images relevant to an up-coming move to North Carolina. Our house in California had just gone on the market and while significant shifts were afoot, the status quo of keeping the house neat, . . . → Read More: Happy Ordinarily a story has a beginning, middle and an end. But some stories take decades to unfold, so much so that the beginning sometimes fades into a distant memory. Such is the backstory with our recent decision to relocate from California to North Carolina. One would like to say it began Christmas . . . → Read More: Backstory |
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