november morn/noon…

…or afternoon. Hung out kitchen rugs and a comforter to dry in the morning. By afternoon I checked them, not dry yet, and there is still dew on the grass. Damp outside, everywhere. The Boy is still sick with a croupy cold, and Mr. Husband can’t shake that virus, but is heading back to work Monday anyway, after two weeks at home trying to recuperate. Everyone is under the weather, even when the weather itself has been lovely. Colds and flu abound — be careful when you ask for abundance. You might get it.

I’m drinking cinnamon hot chocolate instead of tea or coffee, just for a change. I made this batch of instant mix and it is lovely in the morning or afternoon. The Boy agrees. It is sunny but cold out and I have been wandering from room to room, listless and wanting to do but too unrested to accomplish much. I’ve found, in these weeks off work, that morning is my best creative time, and that afternoon suits me better for resting, reading and quiet thought. Dinner revs me up for another hour or so, and then I’m ready to read and sleep. I aim to rise earlier to enjoy the dark productivity, the dawn of the day, early silence, until the noon hour brings an end to that part of my day. This is (should be) my quiet time and I am not resting, but writing, to combat restlessness. Waiting for the aches to seep back and ground me a little longer. Hot chocolate cures much — but not all.

Tomorrow brings a party to which I will not go, a pot of soup I hope to make, a few rows of knitting I’d like to finish, and shirts to be ironed. If I get the shirt ironed, I’ll call it a good day. The soup will rest in the fridge till I have the time to chop and stir.

Chop and stir. I like those words.

photo credit: self; Sierra sugar pinecones in fall sunlight

vintage me

Daughter #4 is going to the junior prom Saturday night. She has been earning her own money and has paid for the limo (yay, they’re commuting in a carpool! No drunk driving, either.) She bought her own ticket. She has an appt for nails at my trade salon and is doing her own hairdo. I’m paying for the boutonniere ($10).

But the dress…she wanted something vintage and wanted to go to Berkeley, which is fun and fabu but I just did not want to get on the freeway and drive there and deal with impossible parking, shopping, etc. I am a recovering consumer and it gives me the jeebies. And I’m old and tired besides.

I said just humor me and let’s look in my closet.

Uh, right, Stupid, I mean Mom, she implied with one quirk of her lip.

No, seriously. I hauled out about 8 dresses, all ravishingly beautiful and she picked the one that is way too young for me anyway (BCBG silk lime green polka dots) and said maybe. I have never worn it, or maybe once on honeymoon weekend. She thought it was OK.

Then I went into the attic and got into the “pink thing,” which is the wardrobe-hanging closet thing where baptismal gowns and First Communion dresses and old cheerleader uniforms go to die. What else goes there to die? Wedding dresses. I have 4. (And that’s not even counting the gorgeous white one with the bustle and train that I already consigned.)

I pulled those out as well, and you know what? They are vintage. And she liked them. Not the Victorian-Laura Ashley-style granny lace but the white satin sheath that went underneath. She took the champagne silk cummerbund with red satin roses from another wedding outfit and put them all together. She has shoes from last year and consented to wear them! I might even have some opera gloves somewhere.

I will hem the white under-sheath (which has a poofy skirt and a bustier type bodice, in white satin, aged to slightly off white) to her length, and voilacheapest prom dress ever.

Now I can finally say that it was worth it to get married 3 times. I’ll be sewing if you need me.

Sweetest words ever: “You were right, Mom.”

new year’s rezzies

Here’s my list. What do they all mean? Ask me.


  1. Meet with my good girlfriend MLS every Thursday, 9 a.m.
  2. 15 minute stretch/15 minute walk every day + longer jaunts/workouts 2-3 times a week
  3. Eat healthfully (mostly vegetarian, no fast food or sodas, local, sustainable food, 100 Mile Diet)
  4. Get new glasses – for all the reading I’m planning to do
  5. Get chickens
  6. Save money
  7. No spend/no new – really trying to beat last year’s record
  8. Balance checkbook every month
  9. Watch food budget – (bulk, co-op, homegrown/homemade, basics, not convenience foods)
  10. Bigger garden (take out front lawn, add to sides and back garden
  11. Travel: NY (February), Tahoe (August), Philadelphia/NJ/NY (October)
  12. Poetry book — Spring release
  13. Study and admiration of The Rebel Jesus
  14. Spiritual music and reading