Monday, June 29, 2009

Hi and goodbye (until Thursday).

I'm stopping in here to say "hi" to anyone who may be saving a seat for me. Thanks. I'd love to sit down and chat, tell you about all the goodness that has come my way these last few days, see what you've been up to, and maybe share a drink and a laugh (or two).

But I haven't even packed yet, for myself or the one girl who (might) still need (let) me do so. I also haven't unpacked the groceries I just lugged in, for the one hour before we leave for our trip upstate. (I'm really cutting things close, here.)

I see my lack of preparedness, planning-ahead, and generally relaxed attitude about all things organizational for this trip as blissful progress. For me. To relax.

Yay, me.

I probably won't be back here until Thursday. Not that we don't have internet up at the farm, but because I will probably have to give my place in line to the nice people I'm travelling with who, you know, um...have jobs. And a little break from obsessively checking Flickr might be just the thing I need.

So enjoy the week all!

Goodbye for now. Thanks for reading.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Friday Happiness

When Thursday night is this good, Friday happiness comes on pretty easily.

Welcome, summer.

Tim-plus-three are away camping for a few days. That leaves me with "just" three kids. Plenty of girl stuff is planned. Plus lots of packing, for no sooner do the campers return, then we head out again to the farm.

Then back again, only to send some girls to the Cape. And on, and on, straight through August. Summer takes it's time getting here, but once it comes, it's like a freight train with a monkey at the helm. (Sorry. Maybe I did listen to a tad too much Grateful Dead in college.)

So, Friday happiness? Yeah. Pretty much everything.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
ps::only the first two photos are mine. Give a girl a camera...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Me, mom::Ninth

Me,mom::how I sign my notes to my daughters.

Me,mom::Callie and I, taking pictures of our days.
Mine on the left, Callie's on the right.
And a little something about us, each.

Best line, recently:

Callie::(Upon being accused of taking an extra piece of birthday cake...) "I'm not going to eat ice cream cake with people who don't trust me!"

Tara: (Upon being told that she's a smart girl, and can figure out how to put the new vacuum together...) "Yes, I'm a smart girl. That's why I'm going to get you to do it."

More tommorow. Thanks for reading.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

It's raining again, and we're a tad bored.

So, hey! Let's jump over each other!

This almost never happens when just grown-ups are hanging out together.


And if you're wondering why all of my photos are starting to look familiar?

It's because it's been raining off and on (mostly on) for weeks, and Anna wears the same thing every day.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Monday, June 22, 2009

How things are.

Today is the last full day of school for the girls. And I'm happy and anxious, both.

Truth is, things have gotten much easier as they've gotten older, but I'm still left with some residual panic and dread about having all of them here, with nothing to do. And then, them finding something to do. Something that usually involves a lot of mess and noise and chaos.

I think I suffer from post-traumatic stress from when they were all little, and things would get really out of control. It's better, now. On so many levels. But still.

So, Anna and I are waiting by the door for them. Sitting on the steps, listening to the creek and the birds, and watching it rain now and then. Moving back up into the doorway until it stops sprinkling. Having one last quiet snack before nap. Before the sistahs get home.

Our routine is about to be upended. And that's ok. I'm looking forward to it, in many ways. I find that usually the anticipation is so much more difficult than the reality. The doing. The actual living of it.


And some random links:

Abby's beautiful photographs, and her blog.

Which led me to this place: Heaven. I'm definitely making Tim drive us up there in the next couple of weeks. I must go to this place. Must.

It reminds me of The Artisan Cafe, in Trumansburg, NY outside of Ithaca, where Tim and Anna and I had lunch last summer, before the crushing discovery that the Ithaca Farmers Market was no longer open on Thursdays.

Speaking of Ithaca, and beautiful blogs, and beautiful photos, (and just plain beautiful, by the way), Leya of Curious Bird was a big help in getting me excited to try camping again this summer. And for that seemingly impossible feat, Tim says thank you.

I'm honored and thrilled to be a guest over at echoes. I'm very shy about my contribution today however, as it is my first ever attempt at a painting. But I was encouraged and inspired by Emily, and so I gave it a try. Be kind.

And lastly, if anyone knows some voodoo to make the sun come out, please step in any time now.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Oh, well.

The rain here is relentless. Teasing. There were a few moments, driving home from the market, where the sun came out, and we turned to each other and said "what's this?"

And then we napped. And in through the windows at some point, drifted the heady, earthy smell of wet dirt. It actually woke me up. And I didn't know what it was until I looked out the window.

It was, simply, rain. Again.

But, despite this rain, we had friends and family and barbecue and fun.

Happy Father's Day to all of you; Brian and David, Glenn and Steve, Adam and Eric, and John, and Craig, and Andrew (twice), and most of all to you, Dad, and you, Tim.

We are, all of us girls here, lucky to have you around. And we love you. Lots.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Friday Happiness

The sun was out for about ten minutes this morning, and here's the proof, shining in through the kitchen window onto my teapot.

When I wrote about all the glass we were breaking around here, one of my Flickr friends rightly noted that it was a cosmic reminder that we should slow down a bit. I'm surprised at myself that I hadn't even taken the time to think about what it might mean, and was really pleased to have it pointed out to me.

I think in general lately I have been focusing intensely on whatever task is before me, and then quickly moving to the next, but not ever picking my head up and taking a deep breath.

I haven't been living with intent.

I've been stuffing myself with food, and spending time in ways that I wouldn't if I could just organize myself around a few important things each day. I've been rushing from place to place, driving when I might be walking, because I've not allowed myself enough time. Putting things off until I could think them through, and then not having not done so, just reacting to the moment when the moment was at hand.

I know that it is the end-of-school craziness that is the root of all of this, and that things will be drastically different sooner than later. But I'm going to try to get a hold on things, starting today.

Starting When I'm going to say adios, walk away from the computer, and go out into the world with a little girl in a dress with pink roses on it.

Enjoy the weekend! Thanks for reading.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Me, mom::Eighth

Me,mom::how I sign my notes to my daughters.
Me,mom::Callie and I, taking pictures of our days.
Mine on the left, Callie's on the right.
And a little something about us, each.

Is the person at the dinner table who will tell the you the truth, and still make you laugh.

Is the person at the dinner table who will tell you to use your napkin, and still give you dessert.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The home stretch

These pictures are from Sunday. There was sun, then. And we were home, and happy, and lazy, and mostly living in our backyard.

Today there was some sun, finally. But also there were errands, and drop-offs and pick-ups and (almost missed) piano lessons, and a night-time school event (the first of several in this home stretch), and homework (why? Please, someone, tell me why?).


Sometimes Anna calls Tim "Tim". I know this is something all kids do at some point, but of course in our case, half of her sisters call Tim "Tim", and so she does it sometimes ironically (yes, four-year-old-irony...I meant it), and sometimes just because that's what everyone else around her is calling him.

I think. What do I know? How do I really know what's going on in that little brain of hers?

Anyway, tonight when we came home from "the thing", she was tucked in bed, and she was going through all of our names, for some reason which escapes me now.

A: ...and Callie, and Lindsey, and Tim...and Mommy.

Me: What's my name?

A: Mommy.

Me: Come on, you know my name! What does Daddy call me?

A: Um...uh...Honey?

Warms the cockles of my heart.

Even if she was just messing with me.


More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Monday Morning

I'm truly overwhelmed by all the things that have to be done.
Have to be done before the end of the school year, before the end of the month, the end of the week.
The end of today.
we keep breaking glass around here.
A brand-new wine glass, broken while I was washing it before putting it away in the cabinet, straight out of the tissue paper from the store. A jelly jar, slipped out of twelve-year-old hands. The glass pot from the coffee-maker we rarely use. Shards of glass mysteriously produced while framing my new photographic print from Heather. A glass bottle full of water, frozen from a too-cold setting, and burst all over the fridge.
It's starting to get to me. Broken glass is an immediate priority, no matter what time of day or night, or what else you are doing. Everything stops, the broom comes out, the vacuum roars, everything must be inspected, and you are still finding little slivers in unlikely places, days later.
You tip-toe around and wear shoes in the house.
It's getting to me.
Don't worry. I'll be ok.
On the bright side of things, the sun is peeking out and Anna is building a fort in the livingroom, and there are only six full days of school left.
And you should see the new photo in my kitchen. Makes me happy every time I walk in there. Wearing shoes.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Open Gardens

Not my chair, not my view. But oh, my...very lovely.

Not my art studio, but open for all, today, and we took full advantage.
My kid, and her painting. A bright spot on the garden tour, for her. (And a thank you to the kind, patient, child-whisperer who was there to talk her through her creating.)
Our house, our porch, my flowers.
Our house, our front steps, my new container plantings. (Because the leggy pansies were downright unsightly, and they just wouldn't do for open gardens.)
I'm awfully proud of what Tim has done with our little garden, these last five years. I'm just not so good at the long shot. I'll work on getting some photos that do his work justice.

For now, let me just say, that a day that started out a little stressful, ended up being not only a lot of fun, but one that made me realize just how lucky we are. Not the least for having friends to come and porch sit, at the end of the day.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Friday Happiness::part two

I'm tickled pink that the creators of echoes::a collaborative journal included something of mine, today.

Thank you, thank you! I am truly honored. (And having fun being in the pool!)

You can check out all the wonderful entries here, and here.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Friday Happiness

I have lots of pretty pictures of flowers I've been saving for Friday Happiness.

I can't think of anything better than this, though.

So, here they are. Here it is. Here we are.

It's been a long time coming.

We've been doing this long enough to know that the fact that they all function as uber-citizens of the world, but fall into a heap when they walk through our door, is a good thing.

That they feel safe...comfortable...home...when they are nestled in the patchwork we call all of us, is all we want. All.we.want.

I had a list of random to share, but this is all I have to say, after all: I love you, girls.

Enjoy the weekend. I'm sure I'll be back with random, soon enough.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
ps::songs I'm loving right now:
pps::have you seen this?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Me, mom::Seventh

Me,mom::how I sign my notes to my daughters.

Me,mom::Callie and I, taking pictures of our days.

Mine on the left, Callie's on the right.

And a little something about us, each.
Three constants in our day right now::
listening to music on the iTouch,
going off on her bike with the neighbors,
writing (finishing?) her short story for school

taking pictures,
putting off cleaning the house,
practicinglearning patience with a four-year-old

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
ps::larger, better views, here.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Tracy's face *

We don't have t.v.

This is something that I am both embarrassed about, and proud of. Funny, how those two emotions seem to lock fingers, particularly on this subject.

We do have a "t.v.". Well, a couple, actually. One of them doesn't work. Neither of them are plugged in to anything but an electrical socket, and often not even that. We do pay $12.13 each month so that should some amazing or catastrophic event (such as a Presidential election, or the Super Bowl) occur, we can plug in, tune in, and join the rest of the modern world.

But believe it or not, I'm not here today to talk about our (apparently) freakish lack of popular televised media, or the many and simple reasons why.

I just want to tell you about the movies we watch.

We Netflix, big time. Years ago, when my friend first loaned me Amelie to watch and return in her Netflix envelope, I could barely get my mind around how it worked. At this point, I can manipulate a Netflix queue like nobody's business.

But, still, we don't have a lot of spare time on our hands, so I find that often, we've neglected the queue altogether, and we end up re-watching a movie that we own, that we can watch over, and over, and over again.

Anecdotal evidence suggests we are rare on this point.

But here's what we've re-watched recently, or tend to re-watch on a regular basis:
Manhattan and Annie Hall
All three Bourne movies
Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House
Wonder Boys
American Splendor
The Graduate
The Blues Brothers
The Constant Gardener
Best in Show
The Philadelphia Story
Raising Arizona
Elf (seasonal...sort of)

These are the ones that we-Tim and I-watch together. I'm not going to mention my fetish for several chick-flicks, most notably You've Got Mail, Practical Magic, Notting Hill (apologies to my un-named friend who hates this one), and last (but certainly not least), While You Were Sleeping.

What can I say? I'm a girl. I'm a geek. I'd watch any of these any day, and still cry at the end.

So, what's the point?

Um...Don't have one. But I'd love to hear what movies you think are worth watching, over and over again.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
ps::you can look all of these up at IMDB. But you know that.
pps::I'll send a little something to anyone who can place this post's title.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Sometimes, the thought of certain things changing, or going away, sends a chill through my veins.

When it doesn't, I know it's time to let go.

Sometimes, I'm surprised by which things are which.


I love the way rain changes your whole day.

I love listening to a four year old making plans with her grandparents over the phone.

I love the photos in the latest issue of this joy + ride.

I love The Work at Hand, the introduction to this cookbook. It made me weep. A cookbook made me weep. It was written twenty years ago, and every word is relevant.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

Monday, June 8, 2009

My (second) favorite street in town

Grove Street, Tarrytown, NY. I can't do it justice, so these are just a few shots from our walk to the Strawberry Festival yesterday.

Oh! the things we take for granted when we're young, and eager to move on and away from home.

I'm so glad I wound up back where I started.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.