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This beautiful old elm stands at the northwest corner of the yard on the Farm. Looking west you can see the pond where my brother and I used to spend hot summer afternoons waiting for sun perch and bullheads with our trusty cane poles. In winter we would skate around the edges; one of us walking the bank, the other “skating” the frozen perimeter (it rarely froze solid in the center). Once we both fell in and barely made it out of the icy shallows. We never told my mother.
Our weekend in the country was productive for my husband. He is helping his in-laws rehab the back family room, which until 2 weeks ago had a “60’s gold shag and crumbling plaster” theme. He painted and used his table saw and smoked his pipe and chatted companionably with my dad and accomplished a lot, for which my parents are very grateful (although my mom advised him to change his choice of tobacco because she found it too “woodsy”).
I, on the other hand, watched 6 straight episodes of Project Runway while eating apple pie and drinking coffee.
In other news:
- the Artiste is working on a new banner for me so I can shell out the cash to WordPress and customize things at long last. But I’m plumb out of creative ideas and the single one I had looks dippy. Plah.
- Our bathroom tub wall fell in and we replaced the greenboard last night; I’ll need to finish the tile today.
- The laundry is, and I know you think i’m joking but i am so not, halfway to the basement ceiling.
- I have a jillion emails to read and respond to.
- some nice lady named Goldie from the garage sale has my phone number and keeps calling me about my ruby red glass collection. Can’t decide whether to sell it and if i do for how much?
Good stuff:
she picked out fabric for a new dress (easy Burda pattern). There was just enough of this sweet soft corduroy left. wish me luck.
and it’s still summer here, at least for this week. Bring out those sundresses for one last go-round…
I swear I don’t know how that giant t.v. and xbox got in there…and there’s my knee! wow. photoshop ain’t loading today, so you get to see it ALL, my friends.
Have a terrific tuesday, lovelies!
edited by me 10/3 to correct my mother’s age!
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Her crocs match her dress. That’s my kind of girl.
Your bathtub wall fell in and laundry is piled halfway to the ceiling? Just move. Seriously. Like… down the street from me. House for sale.
Comment by capello October 3, 2006 @ 7:04 pmher dress is adorable and her face even cuter!
I know what you are saying about the next phase in your relatitonship with your parents. After my last grandparent passed away in August- I started to fear the next part in my life. I began to think I was no longer a child since the last bit of my childhood has gone away…my parents are 70 and 65 and being the youngest, I know that a majority of my adultlife will be without my parents and that terrifies me.
Pie, coffee, and DVD…sounds so good. I need to check out Project Runway.
Comment by carol October 3, 2006 @ 9:16 pmI’m glad you’re feeling better, if even just physically better. I know what you mean about not wanting to face the fact that our parents are aging. Mine are in their 60’s but have both recently gone through some pretty serious cancer issues. And once in awhile they show some definite “old people” signs. Yikes. I’m not ready either.
Comment by Alicia A. October 3, 2006 @ 10:08 pmWow. I don’t want to think about any of that stuff–parents passing away, reinstalling a WALL in my bathroom, a roomful of laundry… Personally, I’d make another pie and watch some more TV.
But you’re not gonna do that, are you? Slap up some tile, make your sweet girl a new dress, and see if you can work “how to do laundry” into tomorrow’s lesson plan.
Comment by Jen October 3, 2006 @ 10:33 pmYes, it is hard to see the reality of age in your parents. I lost my dad when he was only 49 though, so I’ve kind of gotten used to the idea that this is something that could happen at any time. No fun.
Sundresses, however, are fun. I’ve been glad to put Elise’s summer clothes on her a few more times before they get packed up.
Comment by amy h October 3, 2006 @ 10:58 pmHey, how old was your Mom when she had you? My Mom was 40 when I was born. It seems to me that no one has parents as old as mine are…you do! But, it’s very difficult isn’t it, to be a part of the “Book End” generation of taking care of young children and having elderly parents. My Mom doens’t have any real assets, so it’s not a big deal with her Will/Trust etc. But, my husband’s parents do. I’m hoping, praying that his parents are wise with how they divide the assets, because there is potential for a large fight and accusatons of favoritism. Ickadoodledo
Comment by margi October 3, 2006 @ 11:18 pmI can’t even begin to think about my parents not being here. it does just seem normal and like it will stay this way forever, doesn’t it? you’d think i’d have a better perspective after my husband lost his father three years ago in a car accident…but you still feel like they’ll live forever. and all the crap that goes with that new phase in life….yuck.
Comment by molly October 3, 2006 @ 11:28 pmanyway, thinking of you. hope you’re feeling better–emotinally, physically–soon.
love to see that sundress get its last hurrah!