Thursday, May 29, 2008

creating space

I'm not really Making space, I'm clearing my space both physically and metaphorically. I tend to become cluttered both in my physical space and in my head. Papers and books pile up in corners and on tables, while projects in different stages of of progress scream out to me, "Me first. Me first!". While in my mind, my to-do list is swimming in a cyclone of mental post-it's.

Stop. Breathe. Relax...

One thing at a time. It's not like I have to punch a clock at a job 8 hours or more a day. I have time, lots of it.

First up, finish painting projects, to make room for the others that are in line. (it's a long line)

I recently finished this painting exercise of birch trees. I'm loosening up! I have been working on turning away from the tightly rendered realistic work I've done in the past. Pushing myself to have fun with the colors and the paint.

On to the next piece.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

back to find my routine

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My daughter and her family have returned to their home. They were here for 2 weeks, staying at a beautiful beach cottage. We had a wonderful time, even though at times, I found myself bereft of "spoons" or any other metaphorical utensil.

Being a year-round resident, I don't routinely get to the beach, even though it's not more than a 10-15 minute drive. It's a shame really. The sunsets are awesome.

Walking on the beach presents a problem. Canes sink into the soft sand . If I make it down to the water's edge , the ebb and flow can knock me off my feet if not by the force, (this is the gulf, just a big lake really) the movement makes me dizzy and lose balance. I'm afraid that if I braved a trip to the beach alone, I might be mistaken for a marine mammal that can no longer function due to exposure to a neurotoxic red tide.

So, back to find my routine...after my weeks in Ohio and the birth of another beautiful grand daughter, and my daughter's visit with my beautiful and impish first grand daughter, I have had one busy month. I'm at home collecting a new inventory of entrenching tools.

Friday, May 16, 2008


An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again. Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly. ~Gene Perret

This little munchkin spent the afternoon, the night and the next full day with me to give her parents some parentless vacation time. She's as cute as a button, very entertaining, and in the state of perpetual motion. (Terrible Two's are here)

Now I KNOW why I had my children when I was in my early 20's.

We colored the sidewalk with chalk designs, we colored giant sheets of paper and coloring book pages, we took walks, we played the piano, we looked at Bubbie's caged finches, we blew bubbles, we watered the flowers, we read books, played with old match-box cars, counted and sorted Bubbie's seashells,( I think that was all within the first 2 hours) had snacks, lunch, dinner, changed diapers, occasionally actually used the potty, and repeated the same activities over and over again. There was very little napping going on and we started again at 7 AM.

OK, I know...I'm old, BUT I'm not THAT old! By day two, I found myself desperate for Bubbie's Hubby to come home from work and relieve this old woman.
Yeah... I know, I'm not just old...I have MS, and just like after a marathon gardening or cleaning lapse of good judgement, I payed for having too much fun.

Ahhhh...but it's so worth it!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

It's a Girl !

Fashionably late, Bubbie's newest grand baby made her entrance to the world on Cinco de Mayo.
She's beautiful. Her name is Claire, and she and Mom are doing very well.
I flew back to Florida with bittersweet tears after my two week visit.
Now, I'm home in time to prepare for my daughter to visit with my other grand baby this weekend.
Camryn is two and is in a state of perpetual motion, not unlike most two year olds.
While at my son's I did a lot of walking (trying to coax that baby out of my daughter-in-law), shopping, and cooking. I also got in some good reading time while there. (topics for future blogs)
Now, one day home and I unpacked, resumed my class, went thru a mountain of mail, walked the furry monster ran errands and grocery shopped (all in one day! No wonder I'm pooped)
Thankfully I am still feeling stable.(In case you were wondering that's a reference to the physical state, not the mental)
I doubt you'll see a new post for at least the next two weeks, I don't foresee things slowing down, but I promise to make my rounds and at least read yours.