moved
Wake up at too early o’clock because of busy brain activity. Get up and put on my chauffeur’s cap to transport family members to their places of employment (because November has decided to let itself be known and nobody is ready to face it). The list of things to do keeps shifting as I attempt to…
Grapes
Concord grape pie is delicious. Unfortunately, my pastry making skills are somewhat sub par. My mother in law, on the other hand, is a pastry making goddess and a saint. She makes pie shells for me and puts them in my freezer (sainthood right there). Grape pie is even more delicious when you can have…
Just drive
Today, driving back from dropping my son off at work and grocery shopping… I have the heat turned on, the windows opened enough for the air to lift my hair, the sun is bright, the sky is dazzling, the wind is stirring the leaves making them tumble and spin holding them between falling and flying….
Woodland walks with the cartwheel queen
Holy beautiful day. Although my list of to-dos gets longer, I just couldn’t stay indoors yesterday. I grabbed my camera and corralled as many of the kidlets as I could and we headed to the RBG’s arboretum. Dancing leaves, brilliant colours, soul warming sunshine, just thinking about it now gives me happy little wiggles. In…
Bathroom call
I am mired in the dreaded seasonal clothing switch. Elbow deep in clothing of winter past and summer gone, with music blaring to keep me distracted enough to stay on task. The ring of the telephone penetrates the sound wall. I dash down the hall and stairs to answer the phone, but my daughter has…
A bowl full of lies
I like making cookies. Not fancy ones with exotic ingredients, nor ones with special shapes or fillings, just regular drop-style cookies. Specifically chocolate chip cookies. I have a white dough recipe and a chocolate dough recipe that are the vehicles to whatever I decide to add. In Halloweens past, when my kids were still little, we…
Wizard burritos
My youngest son believes he is the middle child. He is not the oldest or the youngest, or the first. First born, first son, first daughter, and youngest, all titles taken, thus he must be the middle child. In my experience the middle child is usually the forgotten one. My son is definitely not forgotten….
Glorious
Who could have predicted a day like today? Tromping through the woods, in the middle of October, wearing shorts and sandals. I gathered my crew, grabbed my camera, readied the green van and off we went. The strength of the wind made driving the van over bridges a little hairy (my dad describes driving an…
Oh, oh, so lazy…
We have a temporary addition to the chaotic craziness that is my house. My mom’s dog has come for a short stay. I am thinking that dogs are like children. When you add to the collection you can’t see how they weren’t always there. One more? Mmm, okay. This morning, I was going to get up…
cover letter
I have been looking for work, which is something I find very challenging. The marketing of my abilities, saying the right thing, presenting the right image, showing the right amount of enthusiasm. I hate the dryness of making a resume and trying to put into words my experiences and why someone should bother hiring me….