In The Bleak Mid-summer

It is now post mid-summer's eve and the season has descended into that time I think of as a preview of Hell. It has turned hot. As in 90+ with it burning the clouds from the sky. My flowers started wilting and so did I.

For example, I went to a family reunion on Saturday - outside. Had a gosh offal head ache the whole time, but got through it. When I got home I downed a tall glass of ice water (and yes I was constantly drinking @ the reunion...but not in THAT way (I wish), wiped myself with a cold wet cloth and sat by and air conditioner. Within minutes I had no head ache and was bright and perky.

As you can see I do not do the heat thing. However, I have been sewing to my little hearts content. I've made a colonial outfit to wear next weekend to the lace demos. I've set up a couple new lace things. crocheted a bag. And, thanks to Rick's furious cleaning, I now have boxes to store fabric in.

I've also been writing on my Briarwood story...that's a tentative title. #2 it Briar Root. Anyway, lots going on and my time is spent doing other things so we'll see when the next post happens.

Find More Eggs

Here is the Easter Egg Hunt of 2011

Happy Easter

 

Early Morning Play

I was awoken one early morning this week by a Provo city utility worker letting me know that I would be without water for most of the day.  There was a water main break up the road that needed fixing.  This breakage included the system that sends water to the fire-hydrant in my front yard. So for 2 hours they drained it.

I think I would be deficit as a mother if I didn't take my water loving girl outside and let her play.  Yes, it was a cold morning, but that's what coats are for.  She was quite wary of the hydrant pitting water and the 2 guys standing near it so we played in the river that flowed down 1000 East.  Fun times and wild morning hair.

Do What You Can

When life hands you rotting tomatoes, might as well start a food fight.  My family has had a plethora of rotten tomatoes of late and I'm getting sick to death of food fights.  I would love a peaceful period.

I have found myself doing a lot of spiritual thinking of late.  In fact, just yesterday My husband told me that his sister said it was okay to do her work when she dies (which may be in the next few months) and I had an amazing discussion with my friend Stacy about angels.  My mother believes in guardian angels and often I think it would be wonderful to meet mine.  

Would he be a soft child like being or mysterious and dark just because I like that style and would think he's cool? 

 

 

Then again maybe not. 

On Angels - Czeslaw Milosz
All was taken away from you: white dresses,
wings, even existence.
Yet I believe in you,
messengers.

There, where the world is turned inside out,
a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,
you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seams.

Short is your stay here:
now and then at a matinal hour, if the sky is clear,
in a melody repeated by a bird,
or in the smell of apples at close of day
when the light makes the orchards magic.

They say somebody has invented you
but to me this does not sound convincing
for the humans invented themselves as well.

The voice -- no doubt it is a valid proof,
as it can belong only to radiant creatures,
weightless and winged (after all, why not?),
girdled with the lightening.

I have heard that voice many a time when asleep
and, what is strange, I understood more or less
an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:

day draw near
another one
do what you can.

Prophetic April Fool

Often in plays the fool speakes much of the wisdom and prooves him/herself phofetic.  Today that would be me.  I thought of a grand April Fool's joke.  I cleaned the kitchen completely (a job my DH often does - I do the bathroom) And sent him an email saying that we had a flood in the house.  Well, when he went to fill the tub for Boo's bath he found we had no hot water.  When we looked in the basement there was a 3 foot wide wet zone from the water heater to the drain pipe *sigh*

It was only supposed to be a joke.  Next year I'll give fools Day a miss.  He hope that it's an easy fix...we'll know when Dad comes up from the basement.  At least all my dishes are clean and I got in most of my laundry.  I however, am a skodey mess.  *sigh*  Calgone take me away.

Is March over yet?

This last week has been hard and I'm sleep deprived.  I'm not going to go over all of it again so instead I'm going to post pictures of my daughter and the happy things she's been doing of late.

Here she is eating Chocolate icing after helping mom frost a chocolate cake.

And here she is enjoying the "daddy slide".  She's also obsessing about regular slides.  Lots of park time this summer I imagine.

 

 

 And here is her spa day

And my favorite of all; my little angel fast asleep and dreaming.