I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving if you are in the U.S. After my whiney, pitiful last post, I’m happy to report that mine was very nice. Stress, exhaustion and the impending cross country move of my son was not a good combination. I would like to say that would be my last pitiful post but I still have Christmas to get through so no promises.
I did get to spend about a week and a half with the “boy” and his girlfriend came for a visit and had Thanksgiving with us. My daughter and son-in-law made it as well. It had been since May that I had seen them in person. Arden and I got in a 4.5 mile hike together along with my grandpup, Rainey. We had a houseful of people and 5 dogs so there were no dull moments. Top all that off with our well pump dying and life gets really interesting. Two and a half days without running water! Why do things like that always happen when we have people in??
Slowly, ever so slowly things are wrapping up with my SIL’s estate. Every week we think we are done at her house, but then something else needs to be done, looked for or moved. We have an impending deadline so hopefully this Satuday will be the last big day over there. Lots of furniture moving to be done as we get the last of the major items out. We are VERY tired of moving furniture!
Somehow in all of this (I still have a job that requires my attention too) Miss L and I are making Christmas gifts, the Christmas tree is up, I am cleaning out our storage unit of unneeded furniture and the people and animals still get fed. Poor D. hasn’t had a day off in literally months. Even on his days off from his job he is moving furniture, working on the barn, processing deer meat for a few friends and working on the Honey Do list. When he decides he can squeeze in a few hours of hunting I figure that’s as close as he is going to get to some R&R for another month. We will all be very happy to see 2017 go bye bye!
I wish I could tell you about all sorts of cool, creative things I am doing but I don’t have much. I finished my second pair of knitted socks and plan to start a sweater next and I got in a drawing though it’s not finished yet. There are big plans in the works and hopefully I can share at least one of those next week if all goes well. Right now the biggest thing I want to accomplish is getting my house clean and catching up on the laundry that piled up during our dry spell!
My apologies for the same drawing twice. I can’t get it to delete!
I am getting this week’s post done pretty much on time. Well, it’s 10:30 pm and I can’t get to sleep yet so I might as well be productive. I also have plans to go hiking tomorrow with my son and need to clear some things off my To Do list so I can hike guilt free.
Is anyone else wondering where the month of November went? How can next week be Thanksgiving?? I feel like I have been inside a tornado for months and things are whirling past me. I see them go by, but barely.
This week has been another one of THOSE weeks where every day includes hours of travel and a stack of paperwork. I think we are almost done and then something else needs attention. I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate moving furniture right now, and boxes. I have temporarily cleared our guest room and main living area of boxes so that my son has room to function while he is here, but this weekend includes more furniture moving and even Thanksgiving day is likely to find us traveling Beverly Hillbilly style to and fro. Aaarrggghh! My goal for 2018 is TO NOT MOVE FURNITURE ANYWHERE!
On Monday I decided to at least give myself a short amount of time to enjoy a lovely Fall day and hiked around the farm and the neighbors’ farms. Tomorrow I am going to take time to enjoy some time with my son before he leaves for Hawaii the first of December. It will be almost a year before I get to see him again and dang it, I WILL NOT move anything tomorrow. Yes, I’m sounding a little stressed and frustrated again. This too shall pass.
I did manage to start a drawing and I’m still squeezing in a little knitting and quilt piecing to maintain my sanity. Next week begins the holiday cooking and decorating. I AM NOT READY! Can I just skip Christmas this year? For many reasons I just don’t want to do Christmas in 2017.
I apologize for being such a downer this week. I got a little taste of normal life and then the abnormal moved back in this week with more furniture, boxes and people who don’t do their jobs. I will be taking a break next week. Both of my kids will be in for Thanksgiving and since they will not be home for Christmas I am going to try to get in as much quality and quantity time with them as I can. I have not seen my daughter since May and am not sure I remember what she looks like.
For those of you in the USA have a lovely Thanksgiving and for all of you everywhere I hope you have MUCH to be thankful for. I will be back in a couple of weeks and hopefully in better spirits.
Hope your August is off to a great start. It’s hard to believe that school will be starting soon and summer will be over.
I got a quick visit from my son this week and his new puppy, Rainey. What a cutie and he is just as laid back about life as Arden is.
This week has been all about dog training. My dog, Kato, has become a Master Trainer over the year. He has managed to turn my fearful other dog, Odie, into an almost well adjusted dog. Kato has taught both of my daughter’s dogs a good dose of social skills in the limited time they have visited and he taught Rainey the fine art of tug this week. Kato is also Master Tugger and never loses that game. Kato lives for the tug!
During all the dog chaos I decided we should go ahead and bring Miss L’s dog, Dinah, into the mix. Odie does not easily make friends and has had difficulty dealing with small dogs in particular. Now why would I do this you ask? I have learned that when Odie is overwhelmed with new people and/or dogs he just gives up his bravado and hunkers down to watch the insanity around him. Dinah is too small to continue living outside, especially out here where she would be considered a snack for some of the wildlife.
Like most small dogs, Dinah makes up with attitude what she lacks in size. After three days of being inside with two big dogs she has essentially convinced them she is a force to be reckoned with. Though she is slowly warming up to them, all she has to do is show her little teeth and both dogs retreat to the safety of the sofa. This morning though, she seems to be allowing Kato to be in her personal space more and is taking some interest in playing with him. Hopefully in about a month I can post a picture of all three dogs happily snuggled on the sofa. Of course, I will need to find a new place to sit. Now if we can get her properly house trained. Miss L is learning all about doggy parenthood and the responsibility that is involved in proper care and training of a pet.
Other than visiting with my son, lots of home cooking while he was here, and wall to wall dogs, I managed to finish the commissioned drawing of the barn. All done and delivered to its new home! This is one of THE MOST DETAILED drawings I have ever done. If you have seen my work in the past you know that is saying a lot.
My clients wanted to have the details of the old construction and the old boards plus some of the surroundings. The finished size was 16″ x 20″. I’m very surprised it did not take me longer. I gave up trying to keep up with hours.
Since I do not have much space right now to work, I think I am going to concentrate on drawings but want to add some color without dragging out lots of paint. Some experimentation is in order I believe.
The upcoming week may very well turn into another crazy, on the road week. I am supposed to be getting some of he legal paperwork I need and there is school shopping and soccer sign ups to do. Hopefully I will get to check in but forgive me if it doesn’t happen.
Have an awesome week!
Hello everyone! Yes, last week was a doozy and I did not get to write a post amid the scrambling to get everything done before the family chicken stew. Which, by the way, did not happen…the getting everything done, that is. As often happens, at least with me, the list is unreasonably long.
Most of the family made it including some that live a good distance away and hadn’t seen the others in several years. I had planned to share a few pictures, but got so caught up with visiting, fixing food and chasing grand babies that I forgot to take any. I did get this one. No, this is not our mess. We had everything cleaned up when we went to bed but forgot to take the trash out of the can. Our ever rowdy raccoons evidently had their own party.
Switching subjects now. How do you like that subtle segway?? Here are a few wins and failures that have happened recently. Knowing that I can’t possibly be the only creative person that has as many, if not more, bombs than winners, I like to reassure my readers that they aren’t alone. If I AM the only one that bombs projects- please don’t tell me. I like my little fantasy world.
So, for the bombs first (I like to end on a high note). I so very, very much want to be able to paint luscious, loose, moody oil paintings (only with acrylics because I don’t like the oil solvents). I try so very, very hard, but this is what I get. Not what I am going for at all. The brown bottles below are more what I want to achieve, but I did that one first so it sort of feels like a fluke. ☹️
After I did my deer skull drawing it began to dawn on me that maybe I’m better off sticking to what I do best. It’s like having lovely straight hair, but always wanting curls. You want what you don’t have. I am in my element with pencils and charcoal in my hand, but want to paint.
These drawings are virtually effortless for me. I occasionally have a bombed drawing, but with painting I have many more failures than successes. The problem is that I don’t always want so much detail in my work. I am not trying for photo realism. That’s what photography is for. BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP MYSELF once I get started on a drawing. It’s truly frustrating.
Gotta go get horse feed. Have a great week!!
Just a quick check in this week. Thursday brought both of my kids home as they evacuated the coast. Along with them came two friends and two dogs. We have been cozy in our small house but it has been good to see them and know they are safe.
Right now I am listening to the wind blow and buckets of rain fall. Last night the rain and wind brought down a tree in our back yard that barely missed the house. We are almost in the mountains near the Virginia border. If we are getting this much rain and wind I don’t want to be anywhere near what they have been getting on the coast.
With all the company, dog refereeing and cooking, there has been no time for writing. I will be back at the end of the week. Until then, my thoughts and prayers are with all those who are facing a daunting clean up this coming week.
One week ago today this happened!
I will have to post more photos later because my photographer (also known as my son) has not finished editing them. Everything went as planned except for the 95 degree weather that kept us under the pavilion most of the time. It was relaxed and stress free with some quality family time that we don’t get all that often.
Now the wedding and the move is behind us. This coming week we will be on our annual mission trip with Appalachia Service Project. I will try to at least post some photos from there but if you don’t hear from me then we did not have cell service.
After ASP we are looking forward to life settling into some sort of normal. I am itching to get back in my studio and make things. It is summer so here the garden will be taking up some time unless the rabbits and lack of rain finish it off early while we are gone. Here is some of the summer beauty happening at the moment.
Welcome to the farm honeybees! My Dad finally deemed the bees ready to move to their new home and made the trip out yesterday. Here he is setting up the hive.
When I was little I was Dad’s bee assistant. No, I did not get the official beekeeper’s veil, but stood nearby enough to fetch and carry as needed while he worked the bees. Then, when the honey was ready I helped clean the racks after he cut the honeycomb out. I learned early on that you get the most bee stings two ways. First, going barefooted outside. Bees love clover and we had clover in the yard. Second, picking up sticky honey racks before looking to see if any bees were still trying to save their honey.
People get frantic when a bee is buzzing around. They need to know that unless a bee thinks she is in danger they do not want to sting you. Why? Because she dies afterward. Just stay still and the bee will move on. These industrious creatures have more important things to do than go around terrorizing innocent bystanders. More important things like pollinating plants that make your FOOD. They don’t do that for us. They are making their own food, but it happens to be a well designed by-product of their work.
So Dad situated the hive and we all went into the house for a visit. When it was time to go we walked out to check on them and were happy to see they were already hard at work.
As evening fell they headed into the hive for the night and I was anxious to see how they were doing this morning. All my reading up on bees said to situate the hive facing East or South. Well, my Dad plopped the hive down facing West. I suspect after 60-70 years of beekeeping Dad has decided that the bees aren’t really very picky which way their front door faces. Sure enough, I got out to check on them as soon as possible and here they are starting to wake up and go to work. D. and I speculate that our bees just get to sleep in later in the morning, but work later in the evening this way. You know the rush hour traffic is probably avoided with these work hours.
One more thing off this Spring’s To Do list! Dad said I need to walk by the hive every day. I’m not sure if that is just so I can check on them or for them to get used to me or both. I do know that sitting near them yesterday listening to the hum of busy bees brought back long buried childhood memories of warm, honey sticky days with my Dad and I’m glad he was the one to get my bees off to a good start.
Photos by Christel Williams
It is finally here. Spring and the official start to the floor tiling extravaganza. I know, you have been hearing me talk about it for months now. There may have been a little avoidance/procrastination going on coupled with some unexpected family commitments to delay the process. If all goes well this weekend I will post a photo or two to prove I actually did stick tile to floor.
This past week has consisted of more Spring cleaning than creative endeavors. Yard work last weekend while we had some decent weather then digging things out of storage to be donated to a couple of fundraising yard sales in April as well as a big town recycling event. Time to get rid of the ancient VHS players and old cell phones.
Last Sunday we had a conversation in church that has amused me all week. Who knew that a coffee pot could cause so much division?
Have you ever thought about your personal little pet peeves and quirks? How did you acquire them? I think many of them are passed down through our families. You know, the “that’s the way it’s always been done” effect. Some are in reaction against the way it was done in our families. My sister and I will never wash dishes the way our Mom does because we had to do it her way growing up.
The same quirks you thought were charming in someone when you were dating will drive you to the brink of insanity after a couple of years of marriage. Wars may very well have started over quirks.
Our quirks are part of what makes us each unique beings. As hard as it is sometimes, we really should appreciate and celebrate the quirks in each other. Why does the way someone carries their money in their purse make someone else crazy? Or how towels get folded? That’s one of mine. I fold towels a certain way and that’s the way I want them done. Yep, much of it comes down to control issues. Does it really matter how the towels are folded if they are put up in a cabinet and very few people actually see them? It does to me!
How do you handle someone else’s quirks? How do other people handle yours? Can you find a way to appreciate them or at least compromise before World War Three breaks out?
I have claimed responsibility for my towel folding obsession and just do it myself rather than subjecting family members to “my way.” The same goes for the dishwasher. Have you noticed that the dishwasher is a HUGE issue? It is now understood at my house that my rearranging the dishes is not a statement of anyone else’s inadequacy, but just a hang up of mine. Well, that and the fact that my way is better!
So what was the subject of the church discussion? One of “my kind” sinned by taking a cup of coffee from the pot that had not yet finished the brewing process. This set off a protest by D’s “kind” that the “sinner” had now effectively ruined the pot of coffee for everyone else! It was soon determined that the class was almost evenly split between the two coffee obsessed factions. It was left to the non-coffee drinkers to mediate. We consider them “heathens”, but for continued peace, love and understanding with our Christian brothers and sisters we practiced forgiveness and grace.
May your week be filled with understanding and grace for others and yourself. Happy Spring and Happy Easter!
Harmon Park photo by Christel Williams
I’m sitting here watching it rain buckets, but the town’s “Blinkie” lights and the Moravian stars are keeping my mood festive. I am not a big celebrator of holidays. That probably comes from the whole commercialization aspect that has taken hold of our celebrations. I hate shopping and dislike the obligatory gift giving. I would much rather buy a gift for someone at a random moment that would actually be special than having to figure out what they might want or need at the end of every year. And who doesn’t like an unexpected gift? That is much more fun for the giver and the getter than the Christmas gift gluttony.
Having been the Grinch/Scrooge many times over the years I finally decided I needed an attitude adjustment. I quit beating myself up for not having a budget for extravagant gifts. I discovered Etsy and Amazon (no affiliates here folks) thus ending the need to fight through crowds. I simplified the decorations to what I really liked and took little time to put up. I stopped trying to cook ridiculous amounts of goodies that none of us needed. Instead I perfected my Chex party mix recipe and live off of it for one month, once a year. I quit trying to win Most Beautiful Package of the Year with my gift wrapping. Now I don’t even put on bows. They just get squished. Most importantly, I quit looking for Christmas “cheer”. The expectation that all was wonderful and bright about the season. Ok that sounds pretty Grinchy but let’s be real. It’s stressful not cheerful most of the holiday season.
All these changes had the effect I wanted. I’m rarely stressed now at the holidays. Instead, I get to appreciate what Thanksgiving, Christmas and the New Year should be about in my opinion. If you thrive off the hustle and bustle, go for it and celebrate on! I’m a low-key, introvert, borderline hermit.
Yesterday my Christmas came early. Not the gift giving, but the Christmas spirit. We celebrated the life of my uncle Chester who passed on Saturday. I know that sounds strange, but bear with me a few more minutes. First, Chester was 88 years old. Most of those 88 years he was the life of every party and a prankster extraordinaire. For about the past year he had been confined to life with a feeding tube. I don’t think any of us wanted him to continue on that way for much longer.
His funeral was more laughter filled than tear filled as just a drop of his many antics were shared. The Christmas spirit part for me was the time I got to spend with family and old friends. I rarely get to spend more than a couple of hours Christmas day with my aunt, uncles, cousins frantically trying to catch up on each other’s lives. Many have stopped coming to the family gathering as their own families have grown and new traditions are made.
The funeral was held at my home church in the community where I grew up. Thanks to Facebook I manage to keep up with some people there but so many others I don’t. Though very brief, the hugs and conversations were wonderful. I even discovered a couple of them read this blog. Thank you, my highly patient and tolerant friends and cousins! I left the funeral with those all too rare warm and fuzzy feelings that come from tears, laughter and love. I think uncle Chester was enjoying it immensely too.
Have a wonderful hug filled week!