“Hale” to the hike with no view! Hour and a half up and hour and 15 minutes down! Great weather and nice father daughter time! Second time I have done this 4,000 footer, but this time no rain.
Archive for July, 2009
Mt Hale
July 28, 2009Back from Pond Island 2009
July 25, 2009
five plus hour car ride::tim horton’s pit stop in Newport, ME::a ONE skiff load including luggage and family::clarify, ONE skiff load, without the kayak::accommadations at the Big House::kids actually wanted the second floor which surprised their mother::cocktail party at Bungalow::two hikes around the island::picnic lunch with Susie at Majors Head::all island lobster feast at Big House::red tide warnings hence no musselling::morning kayak rides with dad, tough but unregretfull ;o)::having friends visit for the first time::having lobsters twice on the island::seeing your middle child love to row a boat just like you did::playing croquette and winning, that is a first::forgetting to bring in the flag::rough wet ride off with Leland the lobsterman::six plus hour ride home cause the passenger husband wants to go through Pinkham Notch and not through Gorham and Jefferson::repeat six plus hour ride home
My Mini Garden
July 16, 2009
I brought to New Hampshire my small organic garden planter. It is not fairing well, due to the rain and chilly temperatures. According to the label, it has seaweed in the soil, And the care instructions told me not to use any food or fertilizer so to keep it organic. It doesn’t rain all day, everyday. But it does seem to rain at some point every single day!
Yes It Is Raining
July 8, 2009
So what is new.
Since it is raining and my morning plans changed, I picked up the brush and painted something familiar.
What To Do
July 7, 2009Every summer I pack with intentions of becoming the creative person I want to be. From September to June, it seems that the kids life, the house, the bills, the volunteering, the socializing is too distracting and time consuming to allow me to focus on the creative side of me. So I pack up my paints, my yarn, my computer with full intentions, verging on the edge of anxiety even, of getting back my passion for creativity. I try to instill in my kids the power of doing, being strong to do what ever you want to do against any odds, and I fail to do that myself. Why is it that I have to wait till summer to find the time.
So, yesterday I pulled it all out, the pads of paper, the watercolor palletes, the brushes, and I sat, and sat, with not an inkling of what to paint. Afraid isn’t the right word, but I didn’t want to waste a piece of paper, or I suppose waste my time on something that was going to come out awful. And I just was at a loss of what to paint. I don’t even know what excites me anymore. A year ago it was giraffes, well it still is, but that wasn’t going to fit the bill yesterday. In the past, way past…college even, I always headed to the market and grabbed fruit, and made the age old standby still-life. Hence, the title, The Painted Pear. I didn’t have any fruit yesterday. And I was going to procrastinate till sunset. I picked a lone flower from outside and dug in. I am not happy with this by any means, but at least my brush touched paint.
So here I sit, contemplating what do I do now? I really am quite unsure of what to do. There so many things whirling around. George is in full time school next year so my free time expands, what do I do? As the years seemingly fly by, I realize what have(n’t) I done with them? I am clinically happy, my kids are healthy and well adjusted. We lead an active life and encourage new possibilities and provide what we can. So as I sit here so complexed with what my future holds, I can’t answer the emotional happy question.
Yesterday, a friend I hadn’t seen since last summer, says “So how is the book coming along?”. The book, which I was so focused on last summer, so proud to share and devoted hours and hours everyday. My kids even were so much a part of it, due to the fact we live in much smaller quarters in the summer so my studio was the dining room table. My answer was grim, and disappointing, as much to me as the obvious grim look on his face. I let down my kids, with not finishing this, whom I preach the lessons of not giving up, perservering, fight for what you want, don’t let anything get in your way. What the hell is in my way…?
Me, I am in my way. I recently made the comment that I am not an artist and I thought my kids, Maddy in particular, were going to come charging at me. So what now? I don’t know how to answer.
Hmmm. Maybe?
July 6, 2009
You would think these had my name written all over it, but not sure I really could pull them off. Definately some pretty designs though!
July 5th, dry and full of smiles
July 5, 2009
Happy 4th, let’s celebrate with pancakes, wet pancakes
July 5, 2009
It is always a celebration when I don’t have to cook. So I was especially happy today because I got treated to a pancake breakfast at the local firehouse. I don’t particularly like pancakes, but a meal is a meal. We travelled there in dryness, then it rained.
The rain stopped for long enough so that we could hike Bald Mountain. Which was wonderful, short and sweet, but Mother Nature didn’t want us to head over to Artist’s Bluff, not today, she growled and threatened. She was so angry, (for whatever reason) that she hailed. And no fireworks at the hotel this year….just a quiet and wet 4th. But we are together, the five of us, with our laptops…hahahaha
Being held captive in our car while it hailed.
Knocking out the Knitting.
July 3, 2009
starting the knitted boobs
Alright, I will knock it off with the booby references. So I am knitting up my first set with cotton. I have a really nice leftover ball of washable wool, very soft, but I will see how this first set turns out. Feels good to knit, haven’t knitted anything in a few months.
What is blogging?
July 2, 2009
I remember the first blog I came across, well over 5 yrs ago, maybe 6, and I was so taken. This person, putting her thoughts, crafts, baking, sewing, findings all out there on this web page. My husband then said, “Why don’t you start a blog?” And I was nervous, and excited and next thing I knew, I was overwhelmed and it became all consuming. But I enjoyed it. Blogging motivated me to create, finish what I started, and share it. Next thing I knew I was incorporating my family and life into it, and making so many wonderful friends. But it did become all too much so I definately started fading. But the family, all my family, extended and so forth enjoyed it. And we enjoyed looking back at the holidays and reminiscing.
So recently I have become more interested in starting back up, but for my intentions it is personal. It is at this point, not to advertise myself, or generate ad money. Not to say I never would do that, but for me, taking it slow and “cataloguing” my life and interests, for my small circle of friends and family. The question that comes into play is blogging something that you are held accountable to comment on other blogs that you enjoy reading?
Just like high school or college or 5th grade, there are cliques, and “the popular crowd”. I find it sad that this is the case, and it can be found in every age group, town, neighborhood. I guess I am not going to let my blogging fall into that. If you blog, and it is public and I feel compelled to read it, I will leave a comment if I want to. I have experienced many times, that I do not get a response, even if I ask a question, and that does not feel good. In fact, it is rude, and quite often I don’t revisit, and certainly don’t comment again.
Blogging has taken a turn since I rested my eyes on my first one. It is all about the advertising and money for so many. And that is okay. Take it for what it is. Enjoy what they show you and leave it at that. It is the blogs that can successfully respect your comments and still advertise themselves that will stay on your bloglines.
If you stumble upon my blog, and want to comment I would love it. With that said, I openly appreciate any comments, and can’t ever imagine that I would get too many comments to warrant exusing myself of replying.
