Stitches

A stitch in time…well, a stitch in time takes time. And it keeps you from other things like writing a pretty regular weekly post that’s been a fairly consistent routine for the last five years. Oh, and there were the three graduations and a wedding, trips to NY and CA, lots of . . . → Read More: Stitches

Scrapped

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

Stories

I’ve listed to a lot of stories this last week. Thankfully. They were a great amusement, comfort, and distraction as I waited for results of a medical procedure my husband was undergoing at a local hospital.

One of the disadvantages of moving away from long established relationships is that no . . . → Read More: Stories

Unmasked

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

New

There’s always something new up my sleeve. Combined with being a crafty (as in sly) grandma type, I had a very creatively fulfilling time this week. I also had the privilege of helping our pastor’s eight year old twin daughters and his ten year son learn how to sew. Their first project? . . . → Read More: New

Discovery

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just discovered that after two whole weeks of activities and appointments cancelled because of snow and ice, a day-long evacuation of our home because of area wide power outages, the ornamental pear trees in the front yard are shaking their limbed fists in the face of . . . → Read More: Discovery

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, . . . → Read More: Cement

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 . . . → Read More: New

Time

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

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 . . . → Read More: Routine