Your time to shine

Early bird, or night owl? Once upon a time, from my earliest memories until about age 19 I would without a doubt say I was an early bird. However sometime during my sophomore year of college I started staying up later to get work done which made it harder to rise with the sun. All the same I can not say I ever became a night owl. I married someone who could pull off being both, getting up early while also staying up very late. Living with a person like that, along with being a piano teacher with a home studio for 19 years turned me into a solid afternoon person. That wasn't an option was it? But it is what I really am, or perhaps I am a mid day person. I would say my prime hours are about 11 am to 7pm.

Six Word Fridays: Over / FOOL

So over these gray sky days.

(Oops the word OVER is not this week’s word.  It is FOOL.  “Call me the fool this time.”)

My room at age ten

Faded yellow flowers on ancient wallpaper, a 'pineapple' walnut full sized bed with handmade quilts. A vanity with 3 mirrored panels plus a large dresser, a hope chest with black padded top. A less aged desk and chair for studying. One window with fluffy dotted Swiss curtains that looks out to the main barn. The overhead ceiling fixture has a pull chain to which extra string and a plastic "Snoopy" has been tied so I find it in the dark. There is an extension cord going out the door so I can have a desk lamp. In this Edwardian era farm house the electric outlets are limited and doors are never closed.

Over again?

If you could live your life over again, would you choose to do it? Why or why not?

No thank you. I may have made some poor choices but not that many. If I had to do things over I fear I would not be as feisty, focused, or fortunate as I was the first time around. So no going back, only forward march for me.

“Call Me Ishmael” Follow Up

Yesterday I started  a post with a two word sentence: “Unexpected obstacle.”  That is how Edith Wharton started her novel The Reef.  I was going to use the first sentence from Wharton’s The Custom of the Country but “Undine Spragg – how can you?” her mother wailed, raising a prematurely-wrinkled hand heavy with rings to defend the note which a languid “boy-boy” had just brought in.” struck me as (a) a dead give away as it states the main character’s and (b) totally unworkable as the first sentence of a blog post.  Over and out for now.

 

Travel Tuesday # 24 – Winchester Cathedral

A selection of photos from an August 2005 visit:          

 

Music Monday # 24 – The Beatles, Sir Paul McCartney, and the Queen

Thoughtful Thursday #12 – Worst Injury

What is the worst injury you have ever sustained?

Expecting a gory tale with multiple fractures and a prolonged recovery process?  Sorry to disappoint.  Broken Bones = 0, Stitches = 0, Concussions = probably 0, although I did fall off the back of a chair sometime before my 2nd birthday and “crack my head open” (Yep, that explains a lot!)  I have, however, despite my very moderate inclination towards physical exercise had 2 or 3 bouts of annoying tendonitis.  Not worth writing about – mild chronic pain is not amusing but it is also not a tale worth telling, unless you want to provide context to a fellow sufferer.    Broken hearts ? = 1, or maybe 1.5, again not exciting, educational but not exciting.  Injured pride = Oh yes, too many times to count.  Sometime after age 45 – 50, in my case at least, one’s pride has toughened to the point where it does not injure too often any longer.

So have I lived a charmed life?  On the physical injury side you might think so.  I am inclined to believe it is more the result of much caution and the law of averages.  Limit your risk taking and you reduce the chance of injury.

Word for 11/23 – Reckon

I reckon after a mostly warm and sunny November we were due for a wet and raw day.  At least that is the weather here in Concord, MA.  Back home in Vermont the reports are that a couple of inches of snow have fallen.

Words for 9/25 – Blah

I find a long straight stretch of highway to be quite blah.  If you add a gray morning sky it is really very blah.