83/94: Pausing

Sep 11, 2010 | 94 Days of Summer

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Day Eighty-three: One last meal on the porch. Pausing to remember and drinking to the fallen. We will never forget.

81/94: A Moment of Zen

Sep 9, 2010 | 94 Days of Summer

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Day Eighty-one: Our Hydrangea isn’t pleased either.

My child does not always do as he is supposed to do. Shocker, right? But around these parts, there are consequences for behavior and one of those consequences is having your computer taken away from you. If your computer is taken away from you, you best be finding things to do, because if I see you doing nothing I’ll find something for you to do. I don’t believe that idle hands are the devil’s playgound. I just don’t think I should suffer alone.

Which is what prompted today’s moment of zen:

Me: Um, you. You lounging on your bed doing nothing isn’t working for me. You better find something or at least look busy when I come back in here or I’ll find something for you to do. Something chore like. You won’t enjoy it.

Boy Wonder: What if  my lounging is actually me being busy meditating?

I’d like to tell you that I didn’t dignify that with a response. But in truth, I attempted to stifle my laughter while I told him that meditation didn’t count. (and don’t be taking his side on this, because he wasn’t meditating!)

His father was in the kitchen and overheard our exchange. He laughed too. And laughed and laughed and I resisted the urge to punch him in the arm as I walked by. But my child had a book in his hand and appeared to be reading when I checked back. So. I win.

And I’ve illustrated today’s moment of zen with a picture of my water-logged Hydrangea. Because that’s just the way I roll.

80/94 Naked

Sep 8, 2010 | 94 Days of Summer

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Day Eighty: The house always feels a bit naked when the bunting comes down.

**I’m still moving the studio. I’ve been waylaid by a faulty water-heater. Repair people are working to haul out the damage; but until they’re done, I can’t move anything more into my space without crawling over them.

79/94: Moving Day

Sep 7, 2010 | 94 Days of Summer

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Day Seventy-nine: Darling IZ said if I put my fabric into laundry baskets, he would carry them down the 2 flights of stairs for me. I love him.

77/94: I’ve Got Nothin’

Sep 5, 2010 | 94 Days of Summer

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Day Seventy-seven: But it’s a pretty nothing.

It’s chaos here. IZ and I have spent the day pushing through on the new studio. We even moved the huge hutch down the two narrow flights of stairs and I began painting it. That was very scary—since it’s heavy and cumbersome and the glass feels precariously hung.

But that means you can now add my old studio to places in my house where chaos reigns. I’m trying hard not to cry and let it get to me.  Seriously, I do not function well with every space in “move” mode. It’s not the mess as much as the vibe that gets to me; I abhor moving and even an in-house swap makes me break out in hives.

So, no photos of the chaos. And there will be no photos of me in my painting clothes either… since the elastic in my pants is shot and I end up with an endless case of plumber’s crack. Nobody wants to see that!

IZ is convinced that the bulk of the move will be done by tomorrow. Presently, I’m choosing to embrace his delusions because it beats melting-down. In the meantime, I’m going to drink some wine, look at the pretty flowers, and try to breathe.

Breathing is good.