Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
It is way too early to say the word. But there have been a lot of long leaning hugs this weekend, the kind where you rest your head on his shoulder, the kind where he rubs his bristle-y cheek against your hair. And we do not speak.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
This is our latest acquistion. It's old.Big.
It has three very cool bathrooms. Ignore the green stickers. That just indicates that the place has been winterized, so that water will not freeze in the pipes and explode if the place stood empty and unheated over the winter.
The place has all sorts of built in cupboards and cubbies, and neat things, as old historic homes are wont to have. We even found a secret compartment behind the fireplace.
It was empty. No treasure.
Unlike most repos, someone loved this house a lot. It is very well cared for, but dated. It needs new appliances, and it needs some updating, new wallpaper, kitchen countertops, etc, but all in all, this is a beautiful home, and is two separate rental units. Each apartment has one bedroom and an office/den, as well as the bathrooms, kitchen, living room, and dining room, so they are spacious units.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
We'd taken her there once before, and she liked it.
We live in the woods. Our history is intertwined with the logging industry. The Lumberjack celebrates that heritage, decorated with chainsaw carvings, historical photos, and rustic furniture. The inside has 'trees'.
Since the logging industry went hand in hand with the railroad, they have a train which runs at ceiling level all around the restaurant.
The front dining room is casual, and you eat amongst the 'trees' and the wildlife, and train.
There's a formal dining room out back, decorated in the style appealing to the turn of the century lumber barons.
Cara drove up from college to meet us at the restaurant. Mike could not make it. He was headed to Elmira with his final load of belongings. He begins his new job tomorrow. Tim's brother and sister in law made it up from Johnsonburg. We drove Tim's parents. We had a nice meal with a very attentive waitstaff. As soon as they found out Stacey headed overseas, they went out of their way to make a special time for our family. They even opened up the patio on the roof, just for us, alone, so that we could sit there as our meal digested, visiting, talking about everything. After all, memories are easy to pack. You can take them everywhere.
Even to Korea.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
It seems impossible to me that it has been 7 years since September 11th, but I'm sure that the news reports are correct. These are pictures of ground zero from last summer. It's still a busy place. The thing that is most astonishing to me is that this thing happened in such close proximity to scores of other buildings. They still stand, with that gaping chasm, all that remains of the Twin Towers.
I was still working the graveyard shift at a company called Blair, manning the telephones 7 years ago. I had come home that morning and gone to bed as usual. I jerked awake out of a sound sleep when I heard Tim running up the stairs. I remember thinking, "Why is that plane flying so low?" and immediately wondering why I would have thought such a thing even as the door flew open and Tim said, "We're being attacked." I don't believe that anything psychic was going on, but I do believe that we are all subconsciously aware, even from a sound sleep. I reckon that I heard the television news reports, even though the television never disturbed my sleep, that day or any day before, or any day since, for that matter.
I came downstairs in my bathrobe and curled up on the couch and I watched the news that day, the images that day playing over and over and over again. The Twin Towers. The horrified people watching the buildings collapse. The stream of people walking home. The plane crash in Pennsylvania, the Pentagon. I didn't sleep at all. It was a lot to process. I remember being astonished that the high school teachers were instructed not to allow their students to watch the newscasts. History was happening and they had no access to it until later, when they had gotten home and joined the rest of the world transfixed by the events of the day. I just never understood that decision.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I'll give it a try.
1. I'm left handed. This means that 'turn left' and 'turn right' do not come automatically to me. I hesitate, briefly, while I process this. This hesitation pissed off my drill sergeants to no end when I was in the army, and they made me carry a rock in my left pocket. I learned to hesitate faster when I was in the army.
2. You'll never catch me with a beer in my hand. Malt beverages trigger migraines. I am not a fan of migraines. So I leave the beer for the rest of you fine folk.
3. I ate dog meat by accident. I cannot tell you what it tastes like. It was part of a huge meal in a restaurant in the area of 'The Mountain of the Three Buddhas' in Korea. The owner considered us honored guests and brought dish after dish after dish to us. It was nearly a 2 hour meal, with way too many courses to count, all of them savory, all of them good. At the end of the meal, the 8 of us went to pay for our meals. It wound up amounting to something like $6 for each of us, totally, totally worth it. We left a generous tip with the owner and praised the meal lavishly, praised his hospitality, etc. He smiled and smiled and smiled, thanking us back, repeatedly asking if we liked the food, etc. Then he uttered the fateful words. "I very glad. Most American not like dog." The smiles just froze on our faces, and we left the restaurant muttering, "Oh. My. God. Which dish was it?" And nobody could say...there had been so many. And much to our chagrin, we were forced to admit that dog meat must be good, because there was no dish served that we did not like. To this day when I hear the phrase 'good dog!', I usually have a flash back.
4. I am so averse to having my photo taken that I nearly turned down a newspaper column because I couldn't stand to think of my picture on it. I'm glad that I was able to choke back the no.
5. I take comfort in the unchangeable things in my life. This being said, I'm also very fond of learning new things, and doing new things, and seeing new things.
6. I think that everyone has a story, and I love pulling them out of people. I'm married to a man who, as a child, was not allowed to speak when his father was home. (His father was annoyed by chatter). Tim was unnaturally quiet when we met. He's become a talker. Some folks say he took up talking in self defense. I don't understand why they say that...*walks off muttering*
I'm going to tag Hal, Susan, The Brummie, Scotty, and heck, I don't know. Whoever wants to do this thing. There's not much that can top Stevyn's third nipple, but give it all your best shot folks.