Puzzle Pieces: Working Through Divorce

Sometimes life feels like a puzzle.

And actually somtimes you just need a puzzle.

I’ve been trying to keep the apartment quiet, clean and relaxing. I want us to do quiet, healing things.

Who can resist a puzzle?  I set one up on the card table, now that the card table is free (thanks to the new farm table from Goodwill).  We don’t work on the puzzle all the time, obviously, but sometimes the puzzle just calls out and it’s fun to sit down and find where a piece or two goes.

I wanted a sideboard for the wall that seemed so bare.  I still want a sideboard, and when I spot the one for me, I’ll know! It’ll have those celestial beams dancing all around it!    In the meantime, I was tired of that wall being bare and stuff sitting on the floor in front of it. But I cannot afford to buy furniture unless it’s the right price on the right day. Then I remembered a dresser sitting unused at “the old house.”  I hauled it to the apartment. I cleaned it up and put it in my bedroom.  Then the white dresser that had been in my bedroom was moved into our little dining area to be my sideboard.   A large scarf dresses it up.  It’s filled right now with all the makings of school scrapbooks for all the children.  I am nearly done with all scrapbooks for all children for all years. Just think! Only a few more to do.  By then maybe I’ll have found my sideboard and I can purge more books from the bookshelf and put the completed school scrapbooks in the big bookshelf. Then the sideboard can hold sideboard stuff (whatever that might be).

I went to The Little Wild Garden today.  One word.  Roses.  I could not resist picking some flowers.  The garden is full of them this year.  My beloved little garden. I know roses need water, but I tried not to cry on them. I’ll leave the watering to the rain. I picked with joy. I know that Edna St. Vincent Millay was glad under the sun and touched a hundred flowers and did not pick one, but I had no such restraint.

I rather like my flowers in the oatmeal container. I feel like I went down from the highlands to visit an English garden and all I had was my Irish oatmeal container to put them in. Cool.

I must run. My girl needs the computer for a school project.

Enjoy each day!


Goodbye, Hello

Let’s just say that my life lately has been a steady stream of old doors closing and new doors opening.  It’s something I totally did not expect.  Two months ago, if anyone had asked me…

Well, let’s leave it at that.

Sunday afternoon I met with some of the moms from the homeschool group that Michaela and I have been involved with for the past going on three years.

I could not bear to call it a goodbye.  Not really.  As Tigger would say, TTFN.  It’s only a Ta Ta For Now.  But in truth, even though Michaela and I have an open invitation to join the group for outings. life for us has changed and has gotten busy in ways that will make it unlikely that we’ll be able to drop in, even though we want to.  Still, the door’s open.  The door’s open.  So some doors haven’t closed all the way.

Can we talk farm tables now?  I always wanted one.  I remember (was it the late 80s?) when they suddenly became popular.  In white and wood?  In dark green and wood?  I wanted one SOOOOOO badly.  I never did get one.  Oh, there are several reasons.  Anyway, for the apartment I needed a table.  I’ve been looking, but you know tables are expensive.  Uh huh.

Today, though, a seldom-seen-but-still-beloved-and-in-my-heart Goodwill in Raleigh whispered screamed out my name as I drove by.  I wheeled in.  There, with celestial light beams dancing around it, was a farm table.  Okay, so I made up the part about the celestial light beams, but it was a farm table!  A real live, honest to goodness farm table.  It had three chairs with it.  Only three chairs.  But that’s okay!  In fact, that’s perfect, because I like to mix up chairs and I already had four chairs at the apartment.

Gasp!  The table did not have a price tag on it.  Thoughts raced through my mind.  Someone has already pulled the tag off and plans to buy it.  My eyes scanned the store, looking for my nemesis.  Everyone looked relatively innocent, though it could have been the older lady in the blue hat.  I eyed her suspiciously.

Maybe the tag had simply fallen off.  I calmly strolled power-walked up to the counter to ask.

“Oh, I just have not had time to price that table,” the cashier said.  “It’s 29.99.”

“I’ll take it!”  Right then and there, I knew I had to somehow get that table and chairs in my van even if I had to take the seats out and leave them in the Goodwill parking lot.  But I did not have to do that.  The table fit in easily and I brought it safely home.

She has a few dings, but boy is she sturdy!  I was amazed at how sturdy!  I like the green color.  I imagine myself in the 80s with my new farm table (and fewer wrinkles) and I am happy.

Enjoy this day.


It’s Becoming More Like Home

My Dear Friends,

Can it really be four days since I posted?  And I was going to post every day!  Life is busy, though, and I find myself needing naps.  I suppose that’s normal.  I have also continued to weed out STUFF, taking almost daily trips to the dumpster, Goodwill or the consignment shop.  So therapeutic this is.  I cannot even tell you how good it feels.

It’s feeling like home here, and I find myself adapting, which brings about inner change.  Life is just that way.  Our minds and our bodies respond to our surroundings.  We encounter new things.  Maybe we like them, maybe we do not, but there’s suddenly a new normal.

Annie is loving it here.

She sprawls out on the floor with her deer antler and chews.  And chews.  And chews.

It’s a sight to behold.  Did I say already that Annie is my baby and that she is the spoiled rotten fatso beagle of the universe?

Finally, after a prolonged photo shoot, she wonders what I am doing and she stands up to look at me.  Go back to your antler, Annie.

I have continued to put new little touches around the apartment.  Pictures of family members sit atop a round table that came from the old house (it’s a garden table) and makes a perfect end table for the loveseat.

Some things make me sad, like glimpsing something Michaela and I were in the middle of for homeschool and will likely never finish.  Do you remember our Prairie Tuesdays?  We started our nature plates back then and still pull them out sometimes to reminisce.   I am so thankful for the years we had together homeschooling.

It has been a beautiful day here.  Fresh baked cookies, which I cannot partake of, but John and Michaela enjoyed them.  Sunshine so bright it was hard to see the computer screen!  All of our clothes washed, dried, folded and put away.  A new collection of farm charms for the shop.

Enjoy this day.


Fresh From The Tame Little Garden

My Dear Friends,

There was a bountiful harvest this morning, fresh from The Tame Little Garden.

Now.  I could tell a big fib and say I grew the bananas and the strawberries in my office, but I bet someone would see right through that.   So I’m gonna stick to the truth and tell  you that I grew only the chives.

Yes, the chives came with me from the old garden, The Little Wild Garden, a little garden that has a lot of me in it–a lot of my sweat, dreams and some of my heart.  And many creatures that I encouraged to take up residence there.  These chives started as babes, were separated and planted in pots, ready to sell at the farmer’s market, but that’s a thing of the past.  Now, I have two pots of chives in my bright office window.

Did you know that chives belong to the onion genus, or Allium?  The “hot” smelling oil in these plants contains sulphur, which is a good germ fighter.  Chives have not traditionally been used as heavily medicinally as onions and garlic, simply because they do not have as much of this oil.  Still, it’s there, and in The Tame Little Garden, chives are my sulphur-rich herbs.

I love that I can grow chives inside.  It’s one herb that will do okay inside.  They do need full sun, so they need a very sunny window, and they like to be used.  Leaf blades can be cut down to about 1 inch from the soil and used in soups, salads, as garnish.  When cold weather arrives, it’s best to put the pots outside and let the foliage be killed back by the frost.  Bring them in again and they’ll come back out.

In other news, a name for my little cottage is still floating around in my mind.  I worked out at the gym again tonight, and last night, so that’s three nights in a row, folks!  What are we going to do with me?  My my my!

The gym had several people already there when we got there tonight.  Sometimes Michaela and I have the gym quite to ourselves, but then sometimes there’s lot of people there.   Tonight, actually, there was a very pretty, trim, fit, muscular, (did I say pretty?) lady on the treadmill, and she had on real workout clothes.   I was dressed in high-water gray sweats, bright pink Valentine’s day socks, and an assortment of T-shirts and tank tops.  Thank goodness the tank top was long.  And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.  Except that I was also wearing my running shoes from 1987.   But I did smile.  Yes, you can always wear a smile.  No matter what else you happen to have on.  And just for the record, she had a smile on too.  And so did her male exercise partner.  I didn’t pay much attention to his clothes.  Mostly because I figured if I didn’t pay much attention to his clothes he wouldn’t pay much attention to mine.   At that particular moment, I felt like I’d be more comfortable if I also had a poncho on (for obvious reasons) but that might just attract more attention, so I crossed that thought out of my mind and went on riding on my exercise bike like I was there all the time, and where had they been, by the way.

Have I ever told you how much I like having a public blog on which to pour out thoughts and ramble on?

On that note, I shall depart to my bedroom chamber and take up where I left off in my book, which is a secret book until I decide to tell you all about it.

I hope you enjoyed this day.


The Altered Duvet Cover

Symbolic?  Perhaps.  It could easily represent the splitting up of a marriage, but we are not going to look at it that way.  No.  We really are not.  However, the symbolism was not lost on me as I cut up a duvet cover over the weekend and made curtains for my large office widow.

I had been wondering what to do about curtains.  The blinds are nice, I guess.  They get pulled up each morning, let down around noon but set to let in light, closed completely when the sun is the hottest, pulled back up when dusk arrives, then closed at darkness. I wanted something pretty from the inside and the outside.  Something billowly, with color, but also something that would let in light.

Not enough money.  No.  I scoured the thrift stores.  Nothing big enough.  Not enough that matched.  Tuesday Morning had discounted draperies, but still too much.  Still too much.  Then I remembered a duvet cover going to waste back at the old house.  It has been folded up, waiting.

I remembered the tabs for tying the cover closed.  “Perfect for curtains!“

I love the look of them.  Sort of shabby. Sort of country.  A bit English countryside.  Maybe?  Be still my heart.

Anyway, I walked outside to take a look, and when closed, they look like a stained glass window.  Oh my.  Perfect.

I’d much rather pull a curtain panel than lift blinds all day.  Besides, who doesn’t like a stained glass window?

So there you have it!  An idea for your old duvet covers.
Expect a new name for our apartment cottage soon.  We cannot be going around without a name, and Sage Bunny Cottage just doesn’t work anymore.  But I have an idea in mind.   Or maybe two.

Must run.  Lots to do.  Working today, enjoying my billowy new curtains.  Enjoying the soreness of muscles that worked out at the gym last night!  Yes I did!!  Michaela made me do it, and I am so grateful to that little gem of a girl.  We’ll be going (hopefully, fingers crossed, stick a needle in my eye), every day.

Enjoy this day!