….when you swim and play all day in the beating sun! Did I say sun….yeah, no rain today! Tomorrow says that it is supposed to be the hottest day of the year, (around here anyway). And it is a full moon, smile!
And just for the archives…
Greg competed in the Top of the Notch Triathalon on Saturday, Aug. 1st, (he finished 11th overall and 3rd in his age group, we are all proud!!!!) and we had Tom and Marguerite and Andrew for a wonderful weekend….
oh, and new toys….segways!
“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.
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
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!
So what is new.
Since it is raining and my morning plans changed, I picked up the brush and painted something familiar.
Every 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.
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!
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.
starting the knitted boobs
