Another goodbye

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

I am sitting here at Panera writing this.

I just don't feel comfortable in my own home with workers in my kitchen. I used to think it would be wonderful to have "staff," a la Downton Abbey, but I realize I am way too private to share my house with any one but family or friends.

Which brings me to another point.

We're sharing our home with no one now. The first time in 29 years.

It seems I've been saying goodbye to my children for about 11 years now, ever since my first went off to college. Then I had to do it all over again when my second one left. Then saying another goodbye to the first one when she moved out of state after graduation. Then, the hard parting with the youngest as he started college. But not an empty nest, as our daughter was back home by then. Then saying goodbye to both boys as they moved out of state. That was a Big Goodbye, from which I haven't fully recovered adjusted.

And now my daughter has moved out and into her new home with her husband. 

Getting an antique dresser, the last of the furniture, out of her old room. (Notice her pink work gloves!!)
I was so involved with the wedding planning and the excitement of it all, that I forgot.

How much we talked together every day and how much fun we had. How I would miss her.

{Good grief, Deborah, she only lives 15 minutes away!}

I'm just surprised I guess. That I haven't quite got used to this goodbye thing. 

A new (to me) teacup offers consolation. When the kitchen workers leave I will make myself a cuppa and enjoy my current read, The Dean's Watch by Elizabeth Goudge. I've read it before, but it's too good to sit on the bookshelf.  A wonderful, cozy read.

Too many choices . . .

Thursday, October 13, 2016

I'm in the midst of a kitchen and powder room renovation.

Between that and the stink bugs and all my daughter's stuff piled up in the living room waiting to be picked up to go to her new home, it's a bit chaotic here.

The Keurig is on the shoe rack in the laundry room, and we have a toaster on a table in the living room. (That's all we can make here. Tea and toast. Not bad, actually. My favorite things.)

I'm stepping over dishes and boxes, trying to vacuum and sweep up the extra dust, and feeling discouraged at some weight gain from eating too much takeout over the past couple weeks.

I'm not complaining, really. It's going to look beautiful.

But I do wish I was a little better at decision-making.

I need to pick out lights and a mirror and hardware. And paint colors.

Who knew there were so many options?

I went to one website and typed in chandeliers. Over 37,000 results. Put in your filters, and you still have a few hundred. Multiply that by several sites (you have to compare, right?), and that's a lot of chandeliers. Then there's kitchen island pendants, bathroom mirrors and lighting, and more. Then try to get them to all look good together without being too matchy-matchy.

I've spent days looking at this stuff online. My head is spinning. Mr. Beautiful is quite tuckered out by the whole thing.

This is the chandelier I finally decided on to go over the kitchen table.

From here.
I wasn't looking for this. I just stumbled on it. And funny, because when I was picking out countertops and backsplash a couple months ago, this candle holder was my inspiration piece for colors . . . 

This quartz looks kind of green in the photos. It's not. It's actually got a slightly (pink) cast. (I'm hoping my husband hasn't noticed that.)


In knitting news, my instructor didn't show up for the first class. 

A very nice lady in the store overheard me talking about trying to learn to knit socks, and spent about a half hour with me. She gave me some good tips. Lots of great people all over. So I am soldiering on, with her encouragement . . . 

I made the mistake the other day of entering the election fray on Facebook. I think I'm better off knitting and drinking tea. Much more peaceful.

Pure Michigan

Thursday, October 6, 2016

We just returned from five days in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. 

The colors won't be at their peak for another week or two.

But it was still quite pretty.

Had an authentic UP pasty. They are filled with beef, potatoes, onion, rutabaga, salt, and pepper, and were originally introduced to the area by immigrant miners from Cornwall. Mining (copper and iron) was big in the UP, and the area is still largely populated by descendants of miners from Finland and Norway. 

These were conveniently tucked into the miners' clothing where they stayed warm until a dinner break.

I never saw as many mushrooms and fungi as I did this past weekend. And lots of moss.

Perfect for fairies.

And what's camp without a big bonfire and s'mores?

While we were gone, the rest of these cupboards were removed. We will be without a kitchen and downstairs bath for about eight weeks. I have a coffee pot in the laundry room. Looks like a lot of takeout!

Have only seen four stink bugs since we've been home. I insisted we take apart our bed before we moved back into our bedroom. One under the mattress and one on the frame.

I wonder where else they're hiding?!

ps . . . I've lost my entire blog list on my sidebar. I see Blogger Engineering is supposed to be taking care of this, but that was days ago. Looks like I'll have to manually add all the blogs I follow. Has this happened to anyone else?
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