We’re done! The attic is now (sort of) nicely organized, vacuumed, and ready for more junk.A discovery: We’ve discovered what the 8′ & 42″ lengths of wood (mentioned in my last post) are for – a quilting frame. That’s the good news. The bad (or sad?) news is that no one wants quilting frames anymore …
Okay, we’re making progress. Our Virginia home is 16 sided (a hexadecagon, for anyone who cares). So the attic is divided into 16 sections, and I’m proud to announce we’ve cleaned out 9 of them – we’re over half-way there! Actually, well more than half-way, as much of the stuff was consolidated around the entrance (understandable, …
Okay, it’s been way too long since I’ve blogged. A combination of procrastination, laziness and being pretty busy are my excuses, and I’m sticking to them. But now Don & I are engaged in a project that may serve as a impetus to get back to blogging.First, a preface: Don & I are spending more …
I’ve spent the last nearly 7 years working for a wonderful software/tech company. Truly an advantage of my job is the opportunity to work with people far younger than I – indeed the founder and president of the company is 8 days younger than my daughter. While working with such a young workforce hasn’t staved …
It’s been 5 years today since I lost Mom. In some ways it seems longer; in other ways, shorter. How my life, and lives of my family members have changed, yet stayed the same. She would have loved to have seen her great granddaughter grow to be such an engaging little girl; she would have …
We’re in the midst of a new political season, and ergo I have a renewed urge to blog. It’s been way too long – and much has happened in my life.I’ll catch up with changes anon . . . at this point, my political frustration is at a boiling point with the Virginia legislature’s recent …
Wicket enjoying his sunroom perchDon & I lost Wicket this past week. Variously known as Wicket, The Wick, Wick-Wick, or just plain Wick, he came to us several years ago. A Blue-Fronted Amazon, he was a handsome guy; bright green, with yellow and turquoise on his forehead, and red on the tip of his (useless) wings.Wicket …
Another Father’s Day rolls around, another tug at my heart. Every year I’m reminded I don’t have a father to call. But along with the heart-tugs that the too-commercialized day brings, it also encourages me to reflect on fatherhood in general, and what my own father meant to me.Dad’s been gone now 31 years – …
Four years ago today, Mom died. And with her beloved cottage, I’m moving from museum mode, replacing ancient (read: uncomfortable) furniture and doing a bit of modernizing.I’ve been here in Virginia for 2 weeks, and have replaced her main living room furniture (sofa & loveseat) with a lovely red leather set, sofa and two chairs. …
Today I am 60 years old. Age has never been a particularly big deal to me; I’ve never been reluctant to say my age (that is, provided I even remember how old I am). But I’ve historically had a “youngest” mentality. Perhaps that’s because I was the youngest of 3 in my family. In my …