It's been a week of "real" and I'm still trying to learn the habit of having the camera at the ready to turn that "real" into "funny". So today I settled instead for some much needed "pretty".
Thursday, April 21, 2011
{pretty, happy, funny, real}
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
pretty, happy, funny...real.
Today I'm joining up with Like Mother, Like Daughter for their Thursday link up of pretty, happy, funny, real pictures. I get a little wordy.
It was a bit of a double victory, really.
The outside of my sliding patio door has been completely inaccessible for months. As soon as the temperatures dropped below freezing, the door froze shut. Then it snowed. Hip deep. There was no going around the house and onto the deck from the outside, either. I now only vaguely recall having virtuously washed most of the windows on one of the last decent days of the fall. It seems that Sasha helped. And that is how I happened to spend the last 6 months with paw prints and swirls of muddy water at a certain 4 year old's height mocking me every time I sat down at the table.
I can hardly be called fastidious, but this bothered me.
Waiting for the snow melt around the house has been slow going, but at last, just this week, we made it onto the deck.
I am not a big fan of window washing most days, but it was with no small amount of satisfaction that, armed with Windex and an entire roll of paper towels, I informed the girls that we were Going Outside.
It was a bit strange to finally walk out into a place that I have been able to look at but not go to for such a long time. And it took such a very small amount of time and supplies to get the doors clean. It might have been anticlimactic had it not been for Victory #2. The roasting pan.
Apparently, sometime way, way back before it snowed, I had fed some leftovers to the cats in my shallow roasting pan and neglected to bring the dish back in. I'm bad for that. I didn't give it another thought until I wanted to roast a ham last week. Found the chicken roaster. Found the massive turkey roaster. Could not even imagine what had become of the shallow roaster (also known as the lid to the chicken roaster). You can imagine my surprise and delight upon finding it freshly thawed and full of cat hair and other winter debris right there on the patio. Right, it seems, where I left it.
I suppose there's a lesson in that.
(And the mess below should be a really pretty button. But it's not. Maybe next week.)
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It was a bit of a double victory, really.
The outside of my sliding patio door has been completely inaccessible for months. As soon as the temperatures dropped below freezing, the door froze shut. Then it snowed. Hip deep. There was no going around the house and onto the deck from the outside, either. I now only vaguely recall having virtuously washed most of the windows on one of the last decent days of the fall. It seems that Sasha helped. And that is how I happened to spend the last 6 months with paw prints and swirls of muddy water at a certain 4 year old's height mocking me every time I sat down at the table.
I can hardly be called fastidious, but this bothered me.
Waiting for the snow melt around the house has been slow going, but at last, just this week, we made it onto the deck.
I am not a big fan of window washing most days, but it was with no small amount of satisfaction that, armed with Windex and an entire roll of paper towels, I informed the girls that we were Going Outside.
It was a bit strange to finally walk out into a place that I have been able to look at but not go to for such a long time. And it took such a very small amount of time and supplies to get the doors clean. It might have been anticlimactic had it not been for Victory #2. The roasting pan.
Apparently, sometime way, way back before it snowed, I had fed some leftovers to the cats in my shallow roasting pan and neglected to bring the dish back in. I'm bad for that. I didn't give it another thought until I wanted to roast a ham last week. Found the chicken roaster. Found the massive turkey roaster. Could not even imagine what had become of the shallow roaster (also known as the lid to the chicken roaster). You can imagine my surprise and delight upon finding it freshly thawed and full of cat hair and other winter debris right there on the patio. Right, it seems, where I left it.
I suppose there's a lesson in that.
(And the mess below should be a really pretty button. But it's not. Maybe next week.)
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
And so, dear reader, here we go...
I have been writing blog posts in my head for several years now, but have always shied away from actually attempting a blog. Not only do I have little confidence in my ability to maintain a running commentary on my life, but I've been completely intimidated by the idea of the Very First Post. How exactly do you start something like this, anyway? Most of the blogs that I love have several years of archives and each post seems to be a continuation of an ongoing visit with friends. No preambles, no introductions needed. Then, just today, it dawned on me that anyone who might chance to read a blog written by me would already be thoroughly acquainted with me and would not require anything like an introduction. So. One problem solved.
The other, perhaps larger, issue that has kept me away from blogging has been the fear that blogging would make me even more self-absorbed than I already am, and that's hardly what we need right now. However. Last night, in a post on my most favorite blog, Like Mother, Like Daughter, it was proposed that blogging allowed the writer to be more content with her own life--taking pictures, albeit edited, of her world, kept her happier with what she had and with the efforts that she was making. It occurred to me that perhaps this kind of perspective might be just the remedy for certain attitude issues I've been dealing with. Maybe if I were to take more pictures of the domestic catastrophes around me, maybe if I were to consider my daughters' hijinks in the light of what great stories they would make...Maybe I would laugh more and holler less. Maybe I would feel more prepared to take on this third baby that impends. Maybe my phone bills would be a little less.
And so, in an effort to appreciate my own little pocket of the world more fully, here we go...
(And just for the record, I have absolutely No Idea of how to make this stuff work. I hope that there will be pictures. I hope that there will be links. I hope that the entire blog is not always bright aqua. Bear with me.)
The other, perhaps larger, issue that has kept me away from blogging has been the fear that blogging would make me even more self-absorbed than I already am, and that's hardly what we need right now. However. Last night, in a post on my most favorite blog, Like Mother, Like Daughter, it was proposed that blogging allowed the writer to be more content with her own life--taking pictures, albeit edited, of her world, kept her happier with what she had and with the efforts that she was making. It occurred to me that perhaps this kind of perspective might be just the remedy for certain attitude issues I've been dealing with. Maybe if I were to take more pictures of the domestic catastrophes around me, maybe if I were to consider my daughters' hijinks in the light of what great stories they would make...Maybe I would laugh more and holler less. Maybe I would feel more prepared to take on this third baby that impends. Maybe my phone bills would be a little less.
And so, in an effort to appreciate my own little pocket of the world more fully, here we go...
(And just for the record, I have absolutely No Idea of how to make this stuff work. I hope that there will be pictures. I hope that there will be links. I hope that the entire blog is not always bright aqua. Bear with me.)
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