No fancy parties for us tonight. Dinner consists of our favorite comfort foods rather than some elaborate feast. We have Champagne chilled, Veuve Clicquot as a matter of fact, and Beck has a bottle of sparkling cider.
I can't speak for anyone else in our house, but I'm ready for 2016. For the first time maybe ever, I'm really ready. The refrigerator and pantry are cleaned out, and tonight we'll polish off the remaining holiday junk food. I have the 2015 accounting done, and the 2015 files have been cleaned out and stored in banker boxes. The boxes and boxes of photos are in albums by generation and/or date, with the exception of Doug's family . . . and that's his responsibility, although I'll be more than happy to help if he asks. If there's anything else in this house that needs to be organized, I don't know about it, and will live in blissful ignorance of it in 2016.
I still have to write my 2015 good riddances. We have a tradition where we write the things we want to let go of on little slips of paper, and then burn them on New Year's Eve. I've been thinking about what I want to let go of for a few days now, and haven't really come up with anything. Perhaps I've been purging the bad stuff as I've gone, so there isn't anything left with negativity attached to it.
Tomorrow we'll write our goals for 2016. I have plenty of those. Mainly, I want to structure my life in such a way that I spend time writing at least five days a week. Same thing with exercise, which I pretty much have a handle on, thanks to my Fitbit. Healthy eating too, of course. I want to make time to focus on each person in our family, individually, so I have better balance in my life, and feel as though I'm in touch with Doug, Frank, Beck and Charlotte.
This past year has been filled with many highs and lows. We're not alone in that. So many family and friends have faced their share of tribulations as well as elations. I can't say that I hope for a year without tribulations, my belief is we learn from them, particularly as parents. What I hope for instead is no more than we can manage.
My hope for myself, my family and anyone reading this message, is good health, and that each of us is able to find the necessary balance in our lives to feel happy, peaceful, productive, and accomplished.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Top Ten Albums of 2015: #1
As opposed to the $10,000 ticket price for front row tickets to see Adele, this band's front row tickets sold online for a minuscule fraction of that. And I'd say seeing them live is on par with seeing Adele live.
Twenty One Pilots is a band I found on my own, and then at a house concert Frank's band played, it was all they were listening to during set up and tear down. I don't know how I found them, I rarely remember. Something on iTunes typically intrigues me and I listen. Like most people, it isn't often that I'll download an entire album. I downloaded all of Blurryface the first time I heard it.
As a band they aren't necessarily what you expect if all you've done is listen to their music. There are only two of them. Josh Dun is the drummer, Tyler Joseph is everything else.
I wrote another post this year in the days following their show at Red Rocks. It was, hands down, one of the best concerts I've ever been to. If this is your first time reading this blog, I'll simply say I've been to a lot of concerts. A lot. Too many to number. I've seen amazing bands, amazing performers, concerts that I loved every second of . . . and this was still the best.
If you read anything about them, you'll soon find they're hard to pin down genre-wise. I've heard Schizoid Pop. Although I think that is a very superficial label to describe their music. Their lyrics are poetry-based, written by both Tyler and Josh. Tyler has been quoted stating when the lyrics get too long, he ends up rapping part of them to make them fit.
In "Heavydirtysoul," Tyler puts it this way:
They've already announced two shows at Red Rocks next summer. When they played this year, Tyler told a story about how they doubted they'd be able to fill the venue. Instead, the show sold out in minutes. I paid scalper prices for the tickets, and honestly, they were pretty reasonable compared to some of the other shows we've gone to. I just looked online, and they're more expensive this year, but still reasonable given how phenomenal the show was.
Imagine Dragons released an album in 2015. I used to be one of their biggest fans. While I can't say I think they've sold out, or that their music is different, or not as good, I'm just not that interested anymore. When TOP announced a show earlier this month, it was sold out in minutes. It was a small venue show. On the one hand, how awesome would it have been to see them in a small venue? On the other hand, I can't imagine how they'd put on a show equivalent to Red Rocks at the Gothic Theater. I wasn't interested.
It's a conundrum. As a fan, I wish them all the success in the world, but I don't want them to change. I want them to stay true to the music—their music, their message. Their songs are deep and complicated. Their messages are dark and full of angst. They're honest. It isn't a band I'd take Beckett to see. And if I did, I wouldn't expect him to understand any of it . . . not really. Does that matter? With this band, I think it does. With this band, it matters to me.
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Twenty One Pilots is a band I found on my own, and then at a house concert Frank's band played, it was all they were listening to during set up and tear down. I don't know how I found them, I rarely remember. Something on iTunes typically intrigues me and I listen. Like most people, it isn't often that I'll download an entire album. I downloaded all of Blurryface the first time I heard it.
As a band they aren't necessarily what you expect if all you've done is listen to their music. There are only two of them. Josh Dun is the drummer, Tyler Joseph is everything else.
I wrote another post this year in the days following their show at Red Rocks. It was, hands down, one of the best concerts I've ever been to. If this is your first time reading this blog, I'll simply say I've been to a lot of concerts. A lot. Too many to number. I've seen amazing bands, amazing performers, concerts that I loved every second of . . . and this was still the best.
If you read anything about them, you'll soon find they're hard to pin down genre-wise. I've heard Schizoid Pop. Although I think that is a very superficial label to describe their music. Their lyrics are poetry-based, written by both Tyler and Josh. Tyler has been quoted stating when the lyrics get too long, he ends up rapping part of them to make them fit.
In "Heavydirtysoul," Tyler puts it this way:
This is not rap, this is not hip-hop. Just another attempt to make the voices stop. Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something. 'Cause I wasn't the only one who wasn't rushing to say nothing. This doesn't mean I lost my dream. It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean.I've had several favorites from this album. My first was "Tear in My Heart." "Message Man" was next, then "The Judge," "Heavydirtysoul," "Lane Boy," "Stressed Out," "Doubt." My lasting favorite is "Screen." So you see, having that many favorites on one album, there was really no question which would rise to the top.
They've already announced two shows at Red Rocks next summer. When they played this year, Tyler told a story about how they doubted they'd be able to fill the venue. Instead, the show sold out in minutes. I paid scalper prices for the tickets, and honestly, they were pretty reasonable compared to some of the other shows we've gone to. I just looked online, and they're more expensive this year, but still reasonable given how phenomenal the show was.
Imagine Dragons released an album in 2015. I used to be one of their biggest fans. While I can't say I think they've sold out, or that their music is different, or not as good, I'm just not that interested anymore. When TOP announced a show earlier this month, it was sold out in minutes. It was a small venue show. On the one hand, how awesome would it have been to see them in a small venue? On the other hand, I can't imagine how they'd put on a show equivalent to Red Rocks at the Gothic Theater. I wasn't interested.
It's a conundrum. As a fan, I wish them all the success in the world, but I don't want them to change. I want them to stay true to the music—their music, their message. Their songs are deep and complicated. Their messages are dark and full of angst. They're honest. It isn't a band I'd take Beckett to see. And if I did, I wouldn't expect him to understand any of it . . . not really. Does that matter? With this band, I think it does. With this band, it matters to me.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #2
I've gone back and forth a couple times as to which album was my top pick versus number two. Last night I was certain, tonight I've changed my mind. So . . . my number two is 25 from Adele. Anticipation for this album was high, and she didn't disappoint. "Hello" deserves all the recognition it's getting. My favorite on this album, thus far, is "All I Ask."
I watched her Live from New York show a couple times. Even when I was watching it, I would go back and re-watch certain songs. "When We Were Young" was an emotional performance on her part, why she thought we wouldn't fall in love with this song is a testament to regardless of what others might perceive, we all have profound insecurities.
I was one of the millions of people trying to get tickets to her Denver show. I didn't. When I went online a few minutes later, front row tickets were already selling for $10,000 plus. I don't care how good this album is . . . it isn't as though this is the last time she'll tour. At least I certainly hope not.
Her success makes me happy, particularly since I think it is based on how incredibly good she is. It isn't about theatrics, it's about the music. In the same interview I mentioned in my number ten best album post, Chris Martin talked about "Rolling In the Deep" or maybe it was "Someone Like You." He said the first time he heard it, he wished he'd been the one to write something so brilliant.
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I watched her Live from New York show a couple times. Even when I was watching it, I would go back and re-watch certain songs. "When We Were Young" was an emotional performance on her part, why she thought we wouldn't fall in love with this song is a testament to regardless of what others might perceive, we all have profound insecurities.
I was one of the millions of people trying to get tickets to her Denver show. I didn't. When I went online a few minutes later, front row tickets were already selling for $10,000 plus. I don't care how good this album is . . . it isn't as though this is the last time she'll tour. At least I certainly hope not.
Her success makes me happy, particularly since I think it is based on how incredibly good she is. It isn't about theatrics, it's about the music. In the same interview I mentioned in my number ten best album post, Chris Martin talked about "Rolling In the Deep" or maybe it was "Someone Like You." He said the first time he heard it, he wished he'd been the one to write something so brilliant.
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Monday, December 28, 2015
Top Ten Albums of 2015: #3
I had tickets to see James Bay this year, but I didn't go. Every time I think about it, I'm mad at myself. Especially when I read reviews about how great he is live. I learned about him from Tristan Prettyman, whose taste is impeccable. Except for the Justin Beiber thing. Otherwise, she's never steered me wrong.
Chaos and The Calm is his debut album. And it's good enough to be my number three. "Let It Go," "Hold Back the River," and "Craving," are my favorites. He received three Grammy noms, including Best New Artist.
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Chaos and The Calm is his debut album. And it's good enough to be my number three. "Let It Go," "Hold Back the River," and "Craving," are my favorites. He received three Grammy noms, including Best New Artist.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #4
The Mowgli's released an album this year and I saw them twice. It was almost three times, but the concert wasn't long after Doug got home from the hospital, so I let Frank take his girlfriend instead.
I love the Mowgli's. We always stand in front of Josh, and scream his name, and make him smile. Frank promised me he stood in front of him when they went, and at least waved.
There are so many good songs on Kids in Love. "I'm Good," "Make It Right," "Bad Dream," "Whatever Forever," "Through the Dark." I'll stop there, because I like every song on this album, so I could name them all.
When they played in the Springs this summer, Frank's bandmates went. After the concert one of the guys said, "They're so positive." Yeah, they are. They're fun, and positive, and make you want to be the same way.
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I love the Mowgli's. We always stand in front of Josh, and scream his name, and make him smile. Frank promised me he stood in front of him when they went, and at least waved.
There are so many good songs on Kids in Love. "I'm Good," "Make It Right," "Bad Dream," "Whatever Forever," "Through the Dark." I'll stop there, because I like every song on this album, so I could name them all.
When they played in the Springs this summer, Frank's bandmates went. After the concert one of the guys said, "They're so positive." Yeah, they are. They're fun, and positive, and make you want to be the same way.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #5
Walk Off the Earth is another band like Airborne Toxic Event. So underrated, or so yet unknown. Their concerts are SO MUCH FUN. They're one of my favorite bands to see live, and one of the only bands I own merch from. Frank gets merch at almost every show we go to. Not me. I'm more selective. They made the cut.
This new album, Sing It All Away, continues the fun. "Rule the World," "Home We'll Go," and "Sing It All Away," are my three favorites from this album. The other thing this band shares with TATE is a sole bad-ass female in the band. Anna Bullock is probably the definition of bad-ass. Sarah Blackwood is a close second.
This band is from Burlington, Ontario. Their cover of Gotye's "Somebody I Used to Know" had over 127 million views on YouTube (it's the one where the whole band plays one guitar, check it out if you haven't seen it; it's even better live).
The last couple years, about this time, I start lamenting the "concert season," deciding that "last year" was the last year Frank and I would go to concerts together. But then we have another summer like this one. Walk Off the Earth, the Mowgli's, Twenty One Pilots, Mark Knopfler, OAR, ZZ Ward, Damien Rice, Iron and Wine . . . thinking back on these shows only makes me yearn to see them all again.
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This new album, Sing It All Away, continues the fun. "Rule the World," "Home We'll Go," and "Sing It All Away," are my three favorites from this album. The other thing this band shares with TATE is a sole bad-ass female in the band. Anna Bullock is probably the definition of bad-ass. Sarah Blackwood is a close second.
This band is from Burlington, Ontario. Their cover of Gotye's "Somebody I Used to Know" had over 127 million views on YouTube (it's the one where the whole band plays one guitar, check it out if you haven't seen it; it's even better live).
The last couple years, about this time, I start lamenting the "concert season," deciding that "last year" was the last year Frank and I would go to concerts together. But then we have another summer like this one. Walk Off the Earth, the Mowgli's, Twenty One Pilots, Mark Knopfler, OAR, ZZ Ward, Damien Rice, Iron and Wine . . . thinking back on these shows only makes me yearn to see them all again.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #6
The Airborne Toxic Event is my favorite band. It almost kills me to put their album at number six. Let's just say it's tied for number three.
Dope Machines, like the rest of their albums, is amazing. There isn't a TATE fan who wouldn't agree that this band is highly underrated. Maybe that's a good thing for those of us who love them. It means they still play small venues.
When I finally saw them live, I saw them two nights in a row. I will see them every single time they play in Denver, if I'm able to. Mikel Jollett is a genius. Lyrically there is no one more brilliant.
The first song I heard from this album was "Wrong." They played it live and also filmed the video for it that night. I'm in the video. So is Frank. You have to be really sharp to see us. You also have to be really quick, because we (along with the rest of the audience) blur out in a nanosecond. That part doesn't matter to me. I'll keep the memory in pocket.
"One Time Thing," "California," "The Thing About Dreams," "Chains." All of them. So damn good. At the same time they released Dope Machines, they released Songs of God and Whiskey. It's mainly acoustic. I really love that album too. I just love this one more.
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Dope Machines, like the rest of their albums, is amazing. There isn't a TATE fan who wouldn't agree that this band is highly underrated. Maybe that's a good thing for those of us who love them. It means they still play small venues.
When I finally saw them live, I saw them two nights in a row. I will see them every single time they play in Denver, if I'm able to. Mikel Jollett is a genius. Lyrically there is no one more brilliant.
The first song I heard from this album was "Wrong." They played it live and also filmed the video for it that night. I'm in the video. So is Frank. You have to be really sharp to see us. You also have to be really quick, because we (along with the rest of the audience) blur out in a nanosecond. That part doesn't matter to me. I'll keep the memory in pocket.
"One Time Thing," "California," "The Thing About Dreams," "Chains." All of them. So damn good. At the same time they released Dope Machines, they released Songs of God and Whiskey. It's mainly acoustic. I really love that album too. I just love this one more.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #7
Take a listen to "Tennessee Whiskey" and it is immediately apparent why Chris Stapleton's Traveller won Country Music Awards' Album of the Year. It'll be interesting to see what this much-deserved songwriter walks away with at the Grammy's. He's written songs recorded by Adele, Tim McGraw, Kenny Chesney and George Strait. That particular list goes on.
I love this album. If some of my favorite bands hadn't released albums in 2015, this one would likely be closer to the top of my list.
"Whiskey and You" and "Nobody to Blame" are my two favs after "Tennessee Whiskey." There isn't a song on this album I don't like. For me that's high praise.
This is one of those feel good stories. When I talk to Frank about the trials and tribulations of the music business, I often site Chris Stapleton. "Focus on songwriting first," I tell him. "That'll give you the money to keep going." Thank God Chris kept going. I can't wait to hear what he releases next.
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I love this album. If some of my favorite bands hadn't released albums in 2015, this one would likely be closer to the top of my list.
"Whiskey and You" and "Nobody to Blame" are my two favs after "Tennessee Whiskey." There isn't a song on this album I don't like. For me that's high praise.
This is one of those feel good stories. When I talk to Frank about the trials and tribulations of the music business, I often site Chris Stapleton. "Focus on songwriting first," I tell him. "That'll give you the money to keep going." Thank God Chris kept going. I can't wait to hear what he releases next.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #8
The higher I go on this list the harder it is for me to assign numbers. The top two were easy. So were the bottom two. Three through eight are more difficult. They're all tied, or mostly so. Thus when I say Mumford and Sons' Wilder Mind is number eight, it's with a grain of salt.
I love this band. They're also on my list of bands I really want to see live. Can you imagine Mumford and Sons at Red Rocks? It would be akin to a religious experience. Their Gentlemen of the Road tour stopped in Salida. It was a crazily over-priced music festival. And while the production company is theirs, I don't fault them with the price of the festival. I probably would've paid as much to see them at Red Rocks, but couldn't bite the bullet for Salida. I think the timing was off for us as well. Maybe if it hadn't been . . .
“Believe,” from this album, is one of my all-time favorite songs. “Snake Eyes” is another favorite from Wilder Mind. In 2013 they won a Grammy for Album of the Year for Babel. Their 2015 release didn't make the cut, although looking at what did makes me scratch my head.
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I love this band. They're also on my list of bands I really want to see live. Can you imagine Mumford and Sons at Red Rocks? It would be akin to a religious experience. Their Gentlemen of the Road tour stopped in Salida. It was a crazily over-priced music festival. And while the production company is theirs, I don't fault them with the price of the festival. I probably would've paid as much to see them at Red Rocks, but couldn't bite the bullet for Salida. I think the timing was off for us as well. Maybe if it hadn't been . . .
“Believe,” from this album, is one of my all-time favorite songs. “Snake Eyes” is another favorite from Wilder Mind. In 2013 they won a Grammy for Album of the Year for Babel. Their 2015 release didn't make the cut, although looking at what did makes me scratch my head.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #9
Elle King is quoted in Billboard as saying she knew from a very young age that she wanted to be a “badass bitch.” Probably why I like her so much, apart from her music of course.
“Ex's and Oh's,” is her first top ten single in the US. She's been on the Today Show, toured with other bands who made my top ten, and received a couple Grammy noms.
My favorite song of hers is a cover. Frank played it for me. And waited for my reaction. I won't name it, but if you know her, you'll know what it is. That's when I decided I liked her. Elle's voice is different. So is her style. Critics say her musical style encompasses country, soul, rock and the blues. I agree. I think she fills the void left by Amy Winehouse. The world needs women willing to push the envelope, stay true to who they set out to be in the first place . . . a bad girl. Just let her be a bad girl who doesn't follow in the footsteps of Winehouse, let her instead stick around a long, long time and share her badass-ness with us for years to come. I can't wait to see what she does next.
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“Ex's and Oh's,” is her first top ten single in the US. She's been on the Today Show, toured with other bands who made my top ten, and received a couple Grammy noms.
My favorite song of hers is a cover. Frank played it for me. And waited for my reaction. I won't name it, but if you know her, you'll know what it is. That's when I decided I liked her. Elle's voice is different. So is her style. Critics say her musical style encompasses country, soul, rock and the blues. I agree. I think she fills the void left by Amy Winehouse. The world needs women willing to push the envelope, stay true to who they set out to be in the first place . . . a bad girl. Just let her be a bad girl who doesn't follow in the footsteps of Winehouse, let her instead stick around a long, long time and share her badass-ness with us for years to come. I can't wait to see what she does next.
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Top Ten Albums of 2015: #10
Coldplay's latest is my number ten in top albums of 2015 simply because it's so new and I haven't had time to get to know it yet. While Head Full of Dreams has been panned by many of the critics, I like what I've heard so far. I like it better than Ghost Stories, but I guess that was the point . . . to release something Coldplay fans could better identify with. This is, after all, their purported last album.
In hindsight I may decide this wouldn't make my top ten, but for now, I like it. My favorite is “Everglow.” Simple, pure, clean and beautiful. I'm also a fan of “Adventure of a Lifetime.” I love it, in fact. “Fun” is growing on me. It may soon be my favorite. As I said earlier, I don't know this album yet. However, it's good enough that I will get to know it. All of it.
Coldplay has lost their mystic. No question. Chris Martin has been too visible in the gossip rags and on social media. A few years ago I saw a 60 Minutes piece on the band. The crux of the interview was how the music was what mattered above all else. Maybe that's the reason this is their last album.
There are a couple things about this album I don't care for. But that's politics, and it doesn't have much to do with how much I like or dislike Coldplay's latest music.
If we've only got this life
This adventure oh then I
And if we've only got this life
You get me through
And if we've only got this life
In this adventure oh then I
Want to share it with you
With you
With you
I do
I've never seen Coldplay live, and I'd really like to. They're probably in the top five of my concert bucket list.
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This disclaimer will end each of my TOP TEN posts:
Let me reiterate the caveat that this is MY top ten. My opinion. My list. Mine. If you read this or any of the following top ten posts, and consider arguing with me, save yourself the waste of time. I don't care. Although if you wrote a top ten list, I'd read it happily and maybe even learn something new.
In hindsight I may decide this wouldn't make my top ten, but for now, I like it. My favorite is “Everglow.” Simple, pure, clean and beautiful. I'm also a fan of “Adventure of a Lifetime.” I love it, in fact. “Fun” is growing on me. It may soon be my favorite. As I said earlier, I don't know this album yet. However, it's good enough that I will get to know it. All of it.
Coldplay has lost their mystic. No question. Chris Martin has been too visible in the gossip rags and on social media. A few years ago I saw a 60 Minutes piece on the band. The crux of the interview was how the music was what mattered above all else. Maybe that's the reason this is their last album.
There are a couple things about this album I don't care for. But that's politics, and it doesn't have much to do with how much I like or dislike Coldplay's latest music.
If we've only got this life
This adventure oh then I
And if we've only got this life
You get me through
And if we've only got this life
In this adventure oh then I
Want to share it with you
With you
With you
I do
I've never seen Coldplay live, and I'd really like to. They're probably in the top five of my concert bucket list.
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This disclaimer will end each of my TOP TEN posts:
Let me reiterate the caveat that this is MY top ten. My opinion. My list. Mine. If you read this or any of the following top ten posts, and consider arguing with me, save yourself the waste of time. I don't care. Although if you wrote a top ten list, I'd read it happily and maybe even learn something new.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Speaking of Frank
Frank's first semester of his junior year has been really tough. The second semester will be too. He took two AP classes in Language and Psychology, Honors History, Pre-Calc, Physics, Marketing and Ridgeline TV. Marketing was his only "easy" class this semester. When all is said and done, with the weighted AP classes, his GPA for this semester will be 3.7. Proud of him.
Calm Before Dawn
I'm up much too early this morning. I used to be up before dawn all the time, but in the last few years I've learned to sleep in, and I really like it. I'm not sure what happened this morning. I probably went to sleep too early last night.
The past couple days I've woken up and thought, if I get up now, I can make all sorts of progress on my family history project. And then I've rolled over and gone back to sleep. Today when I woke up, I didn't have that option. After what seems like weeks instead of days, I have finally finished the bulk of the project. There are still things that need to be done, including figuring out what to do about photo albums versus digital photo albums for the last decade. Our current photo albums end with 2005.
The scrapbook-y kinds of things have gone into padded envelopes and into an under-the-bed storage bin. I started to go through the three scrapbooks of newspaper clippings my grandmother kept for decades, but became completely overwhelmed.
I added it to my "History of Elma and East Aurora" padded envelopes because that's what it really is. She kept a lot of war-related articles, mainly news about local boys serving overseas. She also kept obituaries, which surprisingly hold a great deal of information that I can add to the written family history I've been compiling over the years. She also kept engagement, marriage and birth announcements, which hold similar clues as the obituaries. The other thing she has clippings of are social columns. Evidently my ancestors did a lot of entertaining, which at the time was socially newsworthy.
I'm looking forward to having the time to spend pouring over those clippings and gleaning what I can from them. I'm still determined to find out whatever happened to Kate Slade Minderler after her husband Emil died. He had been a prominent businessman in East Aurora, so much so that his obituary stated that the following Monday, businesses in the village would close from 9:00am to 10:00am in his honor.
Instead of getting out the bin of history, I got up and worked on a project that I promised someone I would do for them, even though it is the last thing I have time for this week. I made significant progress on it, so while it isn't finished, I would imagine it'll take less than an hour for it to be so once I receive the final missing pieces. One less thing for me to stress about.
I had just crawled back in bed when I heard what sounded like a large truck going down our cul de sac. I got up and peeked through the blinds in time to see an ambulance follow a fire truck to the end of the block and park. They both just left. I'd say they've been on our street for at least a half hour. I got up again and saw the lights on in the back of the ambulance. I know from recent experience that likely means they're transporting someone to a hospital. A feeling of dread forms in the pit of my stomach. I know too well what that could mean.
If this were 1930's Elma, I could read what happened in next week's Advertiser, because they would report on it. The other thing I could do is call my aunt and uncle, who somehow, even though it was pre-police scanner technology, would know. Instead, I'll likely never know.
Given that I accepted I wasn't going back to sleep once I heard the fire truck, I padded downstairs to turn the automatic coffeemaker from it's regular start time, an hour from now, to brew. As I waited for the coffee I'm accustomed to being ready by the time I get up each day, I gazed out the kitchen window at the Palmer Lake Star.
We can see the star from almost every room of this house. If we don't end up buying a house in this neighborhood, which we would dearly love to do, I will miss the views most of all. There is something comforting about the star, which shines brightly from dusk to dawn at this time of year. I won't go into the history of the star in this post, but if you'd like to know more about it, the following link contains good background information. http://www.palmerdividehistory.org/startale.html
The star is also lit on Memorial Day and Veterans' Day, along with other locally significant days. Eighteen months ago, when our community tragically lost two young boys who went to high school with Frank, the star was lit. Again this year, on the anniversary of the accident, the star was lit. There have been other days I noticed it lit, and posted something on Facebook asking if anyone knew why. Most often it was a similar type thing. The anniversary of an accident that took the life of someone beloved in our community. Now when I see the star lit and I don't know why, I no longer ask.
From now until the first of the year, the star simply serves as a daily reminder of the Christmas season. Again, it is comforting. Like Christmas lights on the houses of our neighbors, and carols played on radio stations. Yesterday it snowed, today it is predicted to be in the high forties. The components that make up the Christmas season are evident in our house. Presents are wrapped, although not yet under the tree. Christmas cards are on display in a wire wreath that serves as a holder. The house is likewise decorated with our usual festive ornaments. But it doesn't feel as though Christmas is only four days away. Or that my birthday is in two days.
Does it other years? Do I always feel this way? I can't recall. I know this year has been different. Doug's surgery, our annual party being cancelled, moving into a different house. These have all impacted our usual holiday routine. But it seems as though the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas sped by without much notice. I find myself yearning for a feeling I cannot necessarily identify or even describe. All I know is that it feels as though something is missing.
This is likely my last peaceful, quiet calm for the next few days. In an hour Frank and I have to leave for the Springs, where we'll attend court for his speeding ticket. I'll rush back in time for a hair appointment, come home, and pack for the surprise trip to Denver that Doug planned to celebrate my birthday. We'll leave tomorrow after the holiday tea Charlotte and I are attending with my friend Vicki and her mother at Wisdom Tea House. We'll come back on Wednesday to celebrate with the boys. Thursday is Christmas Eve, and Friday, Christmas.
By Saturday the feeling I'll yearn for is the one I have right now. Peace. Calm. Quiet. If I didn't have to get up in eight minutes, I could likely go back to sleep.
The past couple days I've woken up and thought, if I get up now, I can make all sorts of progress on my family history project. And then I've rolled over and gone back to sleep. Today when I woke up, I didn't have that option. After what seems like weeks instead of days, I have finally finished the bulk of the project. There are still things that need to be done, including figuring out what to do about photo albums versus digital photo albums for the last decade. Our current photo albums end with 2005.
The scrapbook-y kinds of things have gone into padded envelopes and into an under-the-bed storage bin. I started to go through the three scrapbooks of newspaper clippings my grandmother kept for decades, but became completely overwhelmed.
I added it to my "History of Elma and East Aurora" padded envelopes because that's what it really is. She kept a lot of war-related articles, mainly news about local boys serving overseas. She also kept obituaries, which surprisingly hold a great deal of information that I can add to the written family history I've been compiling over the years. She also kept engagement, marriage and birth announcements, which hold similar clues as the obituaries. The other thing she has clippings of are social columns. Evidently my ancestors did a lot of entertaining, which at the time was socially newsworthy.
I'm looking forward to having the time to spend pouring over those clippings and gleaning what I can from them. I'm still determined to find out whatever happened to Kate Slade Minderler after her husband Emil died. He had been a prominent businessman in East Aurora, so much so that his obituary stated that the following Monday, businesses in the village would close from 9:00am to 10:00am in his honor.
Instead of getting out the bin of history, I got up and worked on a project that I promised someone I would do for them, even though it is the last thing I have time for this week. I made significant progress on it, so while it isn't finished, I would imagine it'll take less than an hour for it to be so once I receive the final missing pieces. One less thing for me to stress about.
I had just crawled back in bed when I heard what sounded like a large truck going down our cul de sac. I got up and peeked through the blinds in time to see an ambulance follow a fire truck to the end of the block and park. They both just left. I'd say they've been on our street for at least a half hour. I got up again and saw the lights on in the back of the ambulance. I know from recent experience that likely means they're transporting someone to a hospital. A feeling of dread forms in the pit of my stomach. I know too well what that could mean.
If this were 1930's Elma, I could read what happened in next week's Advertiser, because they would report on it. The other thing I could do is call my aunt and uncle, who somehow, even though it was pre-police scanner technology, would know. Instead, I'll likely never know.
Given that I accepted I wasn't going back to sleep once I heard the fire truck, I padded downstairs to turn the automatic coffeemaker from it's regular start time, an hour from now, to brew. As I waited for the coffee I'm accustomed to being ready by the time I get up each day, I gazed out the kitchen window at the Palmer Lake Star.
We can see the star from almost every room of this house. If we don't end up buying a house in this neighborhood, which we would dearly love to do, I will miss the views most of all. There is something comforting about the star, which shines brightly from dusk to dawn at this time of year. I won't go into the history of the star in this post, but if you'd like to know more about it, the following link contains good background information. http://www.palmerdividehistory.org/startale.html
The star is also lit on Memorial Day and Veterans' Day, along with other locally significant days. Eighteen months ago, when our community tragically lost two young boys who went to high school with Frank, the star was lit. Again this year, on the anniversary of the accident, the star was lit. There have been other days I noticed it lit, and posted something on Facebook asking if anyone knew why. Most often it was a similar type thing. The anniversary of an accident that took the life of someone beloved in our community. Now when I see the star lit and I don't know why, I no longer ask.
From now until the first of the year, the star simply serves as a daily reminder of the Christmas season. Again, it is comforting. Like Christmas lights on the houses of our neighbors, and carols played on radio stations. Yesterday it snowed, today it is predicted to be in the high forties. The components that make up the Christmas season are evident in our house. Presents are wrapped, although not yet under the tree. Christmas cards are on display in a wire wreath that serves as a holder. The house is likewise decorated with our usual festive ornaments. But it doesn't feel as though Christmas is only four days away. Or that my birthday is in two days.
Does it other years? Do I always feel this way? I can't recall. I know this year has been different. Doug's surgery, our annual party being cancelled, moving into a different house. These have all impacted our usual holiday routine. But it seems as though the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas sped by without much notice. I find myself yearning for a feeling I cannot necessarily identify or even describe. All I know is that it feels as though something is missing.
This is likely my last peaceful, quiet calm for the next few days. In an hour Frank and I have to leave for the Springs, where we'll attend court for his speeding ticket. I'll rush back in time for a hair appointment, come home, and pack for the surprise trip to Denver that Doug planned to celebrate my birthday. We'll leave tomorrow after the holiday tea Charlotte and I are attending with my friend Vicki and her mother at Wisdom Tea House. We'll come back on Wednesday to celebrate with the boys. Thursday is Christmas Eve, and Friday, Christmas.
By Saturday the feeling I'll yearn for is the one I have right now. Peace. Calm. Quiet. If I didn't have to get up in eight minutes, I could likely go back to sleep.
Friday, December 18, 2015
Black Coffee
On our way home from a running errands we stopped at one of Doug's favorite spots for lunch. The waitress/server asked for our drink order.
"Ma'am, what would you like to drink?" she asked Charlotte.
"Black coffee," she answered.
"Oh we don't have black coffee," the server responded. "We only have regular or decaf."
Face palm.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
A Bad Week for Beck . . . Saved!
It hasn't been a great week for either of the boys. Snow days are usually celebrated in this house, not unlike most houses with teenage and eleven-year-old boys. Not this week. This was a big week.
Frank has finals, and was scheduled to have Friday off. With the snow day on Tuesday, finals got pushed back a day. Which means he has school on Friday. And he has tickets for Star Wars at 10:30 Thursday night. He made arrangements to take his Friday morning final this morning . . . issue solved. Frank is still exhausted, and has too much on his plate as all teenagers do, but at least he has something to look forward to without guilt.
The snow day made things worse for Beckett. His band concert was cancelled Tuesday night because of it. He's been working so hard in preparation for this concert. The snow day also meant the very complicated field trip schedule had to be altered, which meant the sixth graders scheduled to go on Tuesday, would go on their field trip on Friday. Therefore, the annual holiday party would likely have to be cancelled out of fairness to the field-trip-goers. How do I feel about this? Keep reading.
On top of the snow day, his language arts teacher told the class there might not be a school play this year. He has, or had, a part in it. A small part, but a part. That's big for Beckett. The reason it might be cancelled? Because the parents of the kids who didn't get parts, or didn't get the parts they wanted, sent "hurtful" (her words) emails demanding changes. What? In what universe is there a redo on who gets which parts? Kids try out, some get parts, some don't. Kind of like life, when you go to a job interview and someone else gets the job.
Oh, and the choir end-of-semester party was supposed to be Tuesday too. So it was cancelled.
In an effort to cheer him up last night I suggested we have a pizza and make-your-own-sundae night on Saturday. That worked, at least in part. Then I got an email. There's a tween night at the Y on Saturday night. I asked which he'd rather do . . . Beckett being Beckett negotiated tween night on Saturday and pizza and sundaes on Sunday. Okay, I went for it.
A few minutes ago I got a text that threw another wrench in his plans. His best friend (since they were two) invited him over for a sleepover Sunday night. Again I asked which he'd rather do. Sleepover won. Of course. I asked if he was happy. "Yes, happy," he told me. Oh, and I forgot part of the text, so I went back in and told him he'd have to stay all day Monday because they'd be going to see Star Wars for his best friend's birthday. "Happy?" I asked again. "Very happy," he answered with a huge smile. Mom's happy too.
Frank has finals, and was scheduled to have Friday off. With the snow day on Tuesday, finals got pushed back a day. Which means he has school on Friday. And he has tickets for Star Wars at 10:30 Thursday night. He made arrangements to take his Friday morning final this morning . . . issue solved. Frank is still exhausted, and has too much on his plate as all teenagers do, but at least he has something to look forward to without guilt.
The snow day made things worse for Beckett. His band concert was cancelled Tuesday night because of it. He's been working so hard in preparation for this concert. The snow day also meant the very complicated field trip schedule had to be altered, which meant the sixth graders scheduled to go on Tuesday, would go on their field trip on Friday. Therefore, the annual holiday party would likely have to be cancelled out of fairness to the field-trip-goers. How do I feel about this? Keep reading.
On top of the snow day, his language arts teacher told the class there might not be a school play this year. He has, or had, a part in it. A small part, but a part. That's big for Beckett. The reason it might be cancelled? Because the parents of the kids who didn't get parts, or didn't get the parts they wanted, sent "hurtful" (her words) emails demanding changes. What? In what universe is there a redo on who gets which parts? Kids try out, some get parts, some don't. Kind of like life, when you go to a job interview and someone else gets the job.
Oh, and the choir end-of-semester party was supposed to be Tuesday too. So it was cancelled.
In an effort to cheer him up last night I suggested we have a pizza and make-your-own-sundae night on Saturday. That worked, at least in part. Then I got an email. There's a tween night at the Y on Saturday night. I asked which he'd rather do . . . Beckett being Beckett negotiated tween night on Saturday and pizza and sundaes on Sunday. Okay, I went for it.
A few minutes ago I got a text that threw another wrench in his plans. His best friend (since they were two) invited him over for a sleepover Sunday night. Again I asked which he'd rather do. Sleepover won. Of course. I asked if he was happy. "Yes, happy," he told me. Oh, and I forgot part of the text, so I went back in and told him he'd have to stay all day Monday because they'd be going to see Star Wars for his best friend's birthday. "Happy?" I asked again. "Very happy," he answered with a huge smile. Mom's happy too.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Could This Be Harder?
Yesterday I spent the entire day on my photo scanning project. I made it through all the photos of my grandparents. It wasn't easy, but most of the photos made me happy when I looked at them. By mid-day, I was working on my uncle's photos. Much harder. I spent so much of the time wondering what happened in his life that made him the way he was. He was so different in personality and temperament than my grandparents, I found myself unable to connect the dots.
I came back from picking Beck up from school, had dinner, and decided I could probably get through the better part of my mother's photos before I went to bed. I got through about a third. And then I lost it. Unfortunately I was watching Major Crimes, and the episode was about a mother whose neglect resulted in the death of her daughter. Once again my thoughts drifted to how different my mother was from her parents. When comparing my uncle to them, I could see a basic connection. By ten last night I told Doug that I wondered if she was actually my grandmother's daughter. I wasn't being facetious, I had convinced myself there was no way she could've been.
Doug suggested I put the rest of the photos in an envelope, give them to him, and he'd hold on to them until whenever. He also suggested we burn them. Last night I didn't think it was a bad idea. Fortunately things almost always look better by morning light.
I picked up my project this morning by putting the photos I'd scanned last night into a photo album. That wasn't too painful. Then I took a break. I settled back in, warmed up the scanner, turned on the television, and cued up last night's Voice episode. I was scanning the second photo of my mother when Jordan Smith came on stage and sang "Climb Every Mountain."
Oh. Dear. God. Really? My mother was a Julie Andrews fanatic. Her biggest fan. Literally. She traveled the world going to Julie Andrews shows, book signings, fundraisers. When my mother died, I suggested to her Julie Andrews friends that someone might want to send the star a letter telling her what had happened, surely she would wonder. They took it one step further. A fund was set up from which money was donated to Julie Andrews' daughter's theatre in my mother's name.
It wasn't just the song. The guy's performances are so over-the-top emotionally draining while at the same time so damn inspirational that I can't help but cry when he's on stage anyway. Throw in memories of my mom, and I'm toast.
It's over now. Blake Shelton and the other guy just sang "Rhinestone Cowboy." I think I'm going to be okay. For now.
P.S.
This is the photo I scanned immediately after I hit the button to post. My mother was eight. This photo made me laugh out loud. Almost maniacally. Okay, I'll be honest. Not almost.
I came back from picking Beck up from school, had dinner, and decided I could probably get through the better part of my mother's photos before I went to bed. I got through about a third. And then I lost it. Unfortunately I was watching Major Crimes, and the episode was about a mother whose neglect resulted in the death of her daughter. Once again my thoughts drifted to how different my mother was from her parents. When comparing my uncle to them, I could see a basic connection. By ten last night I told Doug that I wondered if she was actually my grandmother's daughter. I wasn't being facetious, I had convinced myself there was no way she could've been.
Doug suggested I put the rest of the photos in an envelope, give them to him, and he'd hold on to them until whenever. He also suggested we burn them. Last night I didn't think it was a bad idea. Fortunately things almost always look better by morning light.
I picked up my project this morning by putting the photos I'd scanned last night into a photo album. That wasn't too painful. Then I took a break. I settled back in, warmed up the scanner, turned on the television, and cued up last night's Voice episode. I was scanning the second photo of my mother when Jordan Smith came on stage and sang "Climb Every Mountain."
Oh. Dear. God. Really? My mother was a Julie Andrews fanatic. Her biggest fan. Literally. She traveled the world going to Julie Andrews shows, book signings, fundraisers. When my mother died, I suggested to her Julie Andrews friends that someone might want to send the star a letter telling her what had happened, surely she would wonder. They took it one step further. A fund was set up from which money was donated to Julie Andrews' daughter's theatre in my mother's name.
It wasn't just the song. The guy's performances are so over-the-top emotionally draining while at the same time so damn inspirational that I can't help but cry when he's on stage anyway. Throw in memories of my mom, and I'm toast.
It's over now. Blake Shelton and the other guy just sang "Rhinestone Cowboy." I think I'm going to be okay. For now.
P.S.
This is the photo I scanned immediately after I hit the button to post. My mother was eight. This photo made me laugh out loud. Almost maniacally. Okay, I'll be honest. Not almost.
Monday, December 14, 2015
Four Generations Remain
I'm making phenomenal progress on my photo-scanning project. I finished all the older pics, and am now scanning photos of my grandparents. Doug's bin of photos, articles, letters and other family history sits in the front living room, and it is looking like we might get through part of that too prior to the end of the year.
I can't believe how quickly this is going now that I'm started on it again. It's one of those things that lurks in the back of my mind. A completely overwhelming undertaking. It's been on lists dozens of times, giving me stress that those photos remain in a box instead of scanned and in photo albums that sit empty waiting to be filled.
Procrastination is such a bane. How many times have I stressed about projects, or other things that need to be done—like taxes—instead of just getting whatever it is done? Too many times. The problem, though, with getting this monkey off my back is that my mind is racing with other projects left undone. You know . . . like organizing iPhoto, and then updating photo albums with pictures from the last nine years. My head aches just thinking about it.
I'm pretty sure Doug believes I should be doing the exact opposite . . . scanning the remaining photos and doing away with photo albums. He's probably right. I grew up looking at pictures (in photo albums). I can't fathom not having actual photos to look at. I suppose it would be easier to share digital albums . . . so maybe that's the next project.
Argh. I'm my own worst enemy.
I can't believe how quickly this is going now that I'm started on it again. It's one of those things that lurks in the back of my mind. A completely overwhelming undertaking. It's been on lists dozens of times, giving me stress that those photos remain in a box instead of scanned and in photo albums that sit empty waiting to be filled.
Procrastination is such a bane. How many times have I stressed about projects, or other things that need to be done—like taxes—instead of just getting whatever it is done? Too many times. The problem, though, with getting this monkey off my back is that my mind is racing with other projects left undone. You know . . . like organizing iPhoto, and then updating photo albums with pictures from the last nine years. My head aches just thinking about it.
I'm pretty sure Doug believes I should be doing the exact opposite . . . scanning the remaining photos and doing away with photo albums. He's probably right. I grew up looking at pictures (in photo albums). I can't fathom not having actual photos to look at. I suppose it would be easier to share digital albums . . . so maybe that's the next project.
Argh. I'm my own worst enemy.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
The Third Death
Doug was talking to Frank and Beck about death shortly after his father passed away. The first death, he told them, is when a person dies . . . when their brain dies. The second death is when they're buried. The third death is when no one talks about the person anymore.
As I sit near him working on my family history project, I periodically hold up a photo and tell him a story about the person in the photo—most of whom died long, long before I was born. He commented that I have a lot of ancestors . . . and stories.
It occurred to me then that none of these particular ancestors have died their third death, because I still know their stories. I will pass their stories, along with their photos, on to my children. Perhaps they will continue to pass them on to their children.
Frank and I were recently in the grocery store buying ingredients for a stew I make that we call Grandpa's Stew. I sort of mumbled that maybe we shouldn't call it that anymore. Frank stopped in his tracks and asked why not. His question was rhetorical. He didn't wait for me to answer. Instead, he rebuked me, "That would be like the third death Mom." Yes, it would.
Elma School District #3, Jamison Road, Elma, New York
I should probably send this photo to the Elma Historical Society, particularly since my grandmother wrote the names of everyone in it on the back. When I was growing up, I knew a lot of these people. They lived in the community, went to our church, came over Sunday afternoons to play cards and reminisce. Little did I know the impact growing up that way would have on me. First and foremost, I am very respectful (and appreciative) of my elders. Secondly, their stories are what inspired me to write. I don't write historical fiction now, but the more photos I scan, and ponder, the closer I'm getting to wanting to write a story set at the turn of the century.
Back row: Robert Sutton, Raymond Clark, Ellery Marks, Eugene Eldridge, Earl Hopper, Florence Badger, Miss Boldt, Frieda Kalla, Nettie Smith, Blanche Marks, Carrie Hellman
Middle row: Milton Badger, Willie Eldridge, Clifford Meyers, Walter Hellman, Luella Miller, Moneeta Pierce, Ruth Clark
Front row: Floyd Meyers, Helena Meyers, Harlan Sutton, Margaret Davis, Irma Marks (my grandmother), Pearl Sutton, Norma Pachel, Virginia Pierce, Kenneth Pierce, Martha Hellman, Elizabeth Hellman, Grace Hopper
Allen Family Photo
Back row: Cena Allen-Covert, Henry Marks, Kate Allen (Harry's wife), Wells Taber, William Marks, Alice Irene Allen-Marks, Charlie Taber, Alice Eldridge-Snyder, Eugene Eldridge, Alice Taber-Page
Middle row: Edith Allen-Marks (Henry's wife and Alice Irene Allen's sister), Harry Allen, Nellie Allen-Taber, Ellery Allen, Orilla Dingman, Alice Dingman-Allen, Henry Allen, Nora Allen-Eldridge, Irma Marks (on lap), David Allen, Laura Allen (on lap; David's daughter)
Front row:
Blanche Marks, Arthur Marks (Henry and Edith Marks' son), Gordon Allen, Ellery Marks
The photo will enlarge when clicked on.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Blanche Evelyn Allen
Several weeks ago I wrote a post about "the hair." It belonged to Blanche Evelyn Allen, my great-grandmother's younger sister. She died at the age of seventeen. According to my grandmother, who was born eight years after Blanche died, she had the most beautiful auburn ringlets. I became the keeper of those ringlets when I was sixteen years old. My grandfather refinished his mother's cedar chest, and my grandmother filled it with family treasures like silver, and bibles, and baby blankets, and the hair. It was my sweet sixteen present from them.
Also several weeks ago, I passed those ringlets on to my cousin, who has daughters, one of whom may be interested in becoming the keeper of the hair. My two boys definitely would not have been.
I stumbled on this beautiful photo of Aunt Blanche while in the midst of my Allen family photo scanning/family history writing project.
Also several weeks ago, I passed those ringlets on to my cousin, who has daughters, one of whom may be interested in becoming the keeper of the hair. My two boys definitely would not have been.
I stumbled on this beautiful photo of Aunt Blanche while in the midst of my Allen family photo scanning/family history writing project.
Right On Target
Not sure what happened to my other post by the same name, but essentially what I wrote about is Doug's progress.
He saw the nurse practitioner in the heart surgeon's office on Thursday afternoon. She said he looked exactly how he should after a successful valve replacement surgery, his chest x-ray looked perfect, and the pain and other stuff he was still feeling was normal.
I remain astounded at how far he's come in only three weeks, especially given the number of surgeries I've had in my lifetime, and how long it took me to recover from them.
I'm feeling especially appreciative this holiday season for the blessing of having his surgery over and him on the rapid road to recovery.
He saw the nurse practitioner in the heart surgeon's office on Thursday afternoon. She said he looked exactly how he should after a successful valve replacement surgery, his chest x-ray looked perfect, and the pain and other stuff he was still feeling was normal.
I remain astounded at how far he's come in only three weeks, especially given the number of surgeries I've had in my lifetime, and how long it took me to recover from them.
I'm feeling especially appreciative this holiday season for the blessing of having his surgery over and him on the rapid road to recovery.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Here I Am . . . Making Lists
Yesterday morning I woke up feeling more like myself than I have in months. Several months. It continued until late last night, and I am thrilled to feel it again this morning. I'm a do-er. I get lost if I'm not getting things done. I'm lost if I'm floundering, unsure of what to do next. I'll suddenly realize that several weeks have gone by without writing a single word. Or something else I should've done months ago is still undone.
I'm a list-maker. It's annoying. I'm aware of that. I make verbal lists along with written ones. I'll set out my course for the day, reiterating what needs to happen . . . usually things like basketball games or other things the boys are committed to doing. I'll throw in grocery shopping or other errands.
If I set the list to paper, it'll drive me crazy until everything is marked off. I've stopped putting big projects on lists, things like organizing the Allen family photos. Seeing it there again and again and again only serves as an anxiety-inducer.
Day two. I'm ready for ya. Headed out on my morning walk, thankful for blue skies and sunshine, no wind, and temperatures warm enough that I don't have to wear gloves or a hat.
If my feeling-myself-ness would like to stick around for another few weeks, or months, or forever, I'll happily accept it.
I'm a list-maker. It's annoying. I'm aware of that. I make verbal lists along with written ones. I'll set out my course for the day, reiterating what needs to happen . . . usually things like basketball games or other things the boys are committed to doing. I'll throw in grocery shopping or other errands.
If I set the list to paper, it'll drive me crazy until everything is marked off. I've stopped putting big projects on lists, things like organizing the Allen family photos. Seeing it there again and again and again only serves as an anxiety-inducer.
Day two. I'm ready for ya. Headed out on my morning walk, thankful for blue skies and sunshine, no wind, and temperatures warm enough that I don't have to wear gloves or a hat.
If my feeling-myself-ness would like to stick around for another few weeks, or months, or forever, I'll happily accept it.
Sunday, December 06, 2015
Oh $%!(# Christmas Tree
Yesterday, just as we finished decorating the Christmas tree, while I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner, I heard a crash. Yes, it was the tree. Falling over. Decorations peppered the living room floor, water saturated the carpet, and needles blanketed both. Frank declared the house cursed, and added a few more comments about the spirits, or God himself, being against us . . . which yielded him a lecture from mom.
The reason the tree fell was a faulty tree strand. We took the remaining decorations off, rested the tree on the floor on top of old sheets and towels, and went to Home Depot to buy another tree stand. Less than an hour later the tree was back up, re-decorated, and we were enjoying our traditional holiday clam chowder and garlic bread.
Tonight Doug and I were sitting in the living room around dusk, and I was commenting on how I should adjust the timers on the tree and outdoor lights so they went on earlier. We heard a click, but no tree lights came on. The outdoor lights didn't come on either. It was then I remembered I had unplugged the outdoor timer. Easy fix. The tree lights . . . not so much.
I checked the power strip, the extension cord, and finally the individual strands of lights. The first strand that was faulty. Doug helped me remove it, and the decorations around it, replace the fuse, and then put everything back on the tree. Perhaps, I thought to myself, it wasn't the house that was cursed as much as the tree itself was.
A few days ago I wrote about a blog post about not being sure what to do about a tree. The dilemma was whether to get an artificial tree, a real tree, or no tree at all. In hindsight, I'm thinking the artificial tree may have been the way to go. Although who knows? Maybe something would've gone wrong with that tree too. I'll probably end up writing the Christmas tree fiasco into an upcoming book . . . at least then the drama won't be for naught.
Today I worked on Christmas cards, vowing to finish them tonight. We'll see. I'm close. All that's left is stuffing and sealing envelopes. But it's dark, which means bedtime, right?
The reason the tree fell was a faulty tree strand. We took the remaining decorations off, rested the tree on the floor on top of old sheets and towels, and went to Home Depot to buy another tree stand. Less than an hour later the tree was back up, re-decorated, and we were enjoying our traditional holiday clam chowder and garlic bread.
Tonight Doug and I were sitting in the living room around dusk, and I was commenting on how I should adjust the timers on the tree and outdoor lights so they went on earlier. We heard a click, but no tree lights came on. The outdoor lights didn't come on either. It was then I remembered I had unplugged the outdoor timer. Easy fix. The tree lights . . . not so much.
I checked the power strip, the extension cord, and finally the individual strands of lights. The first strand that was faulty. Doug helped me remove it, and the decorations around it, replace the fuse, and then put everything back on the tree. Perhaps, I thought to myself, it wasn't the house that was cursed as much as the tree itself was.
A few days ago I wrote about a blog post about not being sure what to do about a tree. The dilemma was whether to get an artificial tree, a real tree, or no tree at all. In hindsight, I'm thinking the artificial tree may have been the way to go. Although who knows? Maybe something would've gone wrong with that tree too. I'll probably end up writing the Christmas tree fiasco into an upcoming book . . . at least then the drama won't be for naught.
Today I worked on Christmas cards, vowing to finish them tonight. We'll see. I'm close. All that's left is stuffing and sealing envelopes. But it's dark, which means bedtime, right?
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