It has been such a long time since I posted. I am feeling fine, however, my computer has gone back three times to our local computer expert store, where it is right now.
It feels strange not being able to go on the computer whenever the spirit moves me. I am getting used to being unplugged. I have no other devices on which I could keep in touch. Very old fashioned I know...My phone just makes and takes calls, it does not take pictures and I don't text. I am on Ken's computer...he uses it for work so it is seldom free.
The weather here in Southern NJ has been unusually warm, the Double Impatient seen in the photo below was not touched by the frost until last night.
One of the things that has kept me busy these last weeks was setting up an old table...(that was a wedding present to Ken's Grandparents)...up in the Adirondack room as my desk to write letters, cards and my journal. I will write all my Christmas cards here.
I always wanted a desk by this window. Ken and I scoured the web to find just the right Adirondack desk for this space. They were all over a thousand dollars...beautiful yes, but not in our budget. Then I thought of this old table that had lived in a farmhouse in NH for over a hundred years. I love it and sit there in the sun writing the old fashioned way...slow and deliberate.
I look out the window at the leaves collecting and a breeze lifting them up now and then to do their dance in the clear crisp Autumn air. I think of all the meals that have been eaten and enjoyed at this table. There is a little hole in it where my Father-in-law drilled a little too deep, when he was a young boy working on a project on this table. It has scratches and rings all which must have stories...now forgotten...attached to them.
I remember a time when I first visited the farmhouse in NH, that was then my future In-laws weekend and summer get away, there was an oil cloth covering the table. The first time I saw what was under that oil cloth, was when after the death of Ken's parents, we loaded it on a truck, with two of the chairs that had been pulled up to it for these many years. Now I sit in that chair...write and dream, and wonder where this table will end up when we are gone.
You may have noticed the little owls nest that is on my new desk/old table. I made it to take to a class in gave in Neptune, NJ back in October. I got the idea for this nest from an Edward Lear limerick and illustration featured in a book called "More Nonsense, Pictures, Rhymes, Botany, Etc." published in 1872 as a sequel to his first book "A Book of Nonsense" published in 1846. Here is the Limerick:
There was an old person of Crowle,
Who lived in the nest of an owl;
When they screamed in the nest,
He screamed out with the rest,
That depressing old person of Crowle.
Below are the photos of all the ladies in the class and their owls. The lone owl was the model for the class project. It was an amazing class, everyone was so experienced in working with their hands and they are all very talented doll artists.
Their names are, in order of appearance: Stephanie Novaliski, Diane Ignatowitz, Bunny Goode, Diane Kearney, Margaret Fretz, Mary Louisa Stanick-Klawetter (she is half Icelandic and set this class up) Maria Quinones and Heather Brouner.
Thank you all for the wonderful time you showed me and how easy and fun you made it for me to give this class.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of my readers. Soon The Jolasveinar will be back doing their usual mischief.
I have been blogging for five years. Three years here on Typepad and two on Blogger. I have been thinking about all that has happened in the last five years...Perhaps there is a post in that? What do you think?
