Sunday, February 28, 2010

56-57/365 Two Twenty Eight Twenty Ten: Weekend

Chicago! Over the years, like most families, our travel choices have been dictated by multiple factors: Occasions, location of offspring/family/friends, finances. We have kept a piggy bank and thrown our change in, and given ourselves travel gifts from the collection. One year we had enough money to bring a friend to visit. Another year, a niece. This year, we are taking ourselves to Chicago. We have weathered some storms with money and health (The Attorney was diagnosed with MS in June) and feel we deserve a treat. We'll be in New England in May to watch our fabulous Older Daughter graduate from college, and when we return a dear friend of The Attorney will be in Chicago. We have other friends there, as well as The Attorney's only brother, and it's among our favorite cities. So off we go, aided in no small part by our piggy bank's contents, which are now safely deposited in the "real" bank. Or how I spent my Saturday morning.

Today when I settled in to read the Sunday paper and drink my coffee, I noticed the shadow coming through the south-facing front window-it is our blinds and one of our crape myrtle trees. It reminded me a bit of the photo down below of the building in Paris with the tree shadows painted on it.
Hope it was a great weekend.

Friday, February 26, 2010

55/365 Two Twenty Six Twenty Ten: Mmmmorning

I have had, in my almost 8 years here, several early morning coffee rituals, all of which have been changed by the sands of time. The places go out of business. Right now my ritual is half-decaf, half city roast from WFM. Made at home. Easier in cold weather, probably less expensive, but not nearly as social. I miss my coffee buddies.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

54/365 Two Twenty Five Twenty Ten: Faye

I would give my friend, Faye, a pseudonym, but it IS her pseudonym. Don't ask why-I don't think anyone knows how she ended up being called Faye. I know it was shortened from Juanita Faye, but Juanita is not her name, either. Faye turned 60 on Tuesday. She is funny! She's so funny that there were times during the birthday visit that The Attorney and I were BEGGING her to stop so we could catch our breath. Happy Birthday, Faye. Here's to 60 more!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

49-53/365: Two Twenty Four Twenty Ten: Old and New

I have trouble doing the multiple-photo catch up. I have pictures on the memory card in the camera, but the camera is downstairs and I'm too freakin' lazy. So here's a series of mish-mosh photos.
Because, as we know, I don't have enough to do, we fostered a puppy for a few weeks this winter. Younger Daughter found this sweet puppy trotting down the middle of a busy know what happened next. Here they are, posing together just hours later.
Next comes Flower Girl, blowing a kiss. Flower Girl got a full scholarship to a wonderful, small, liberal arts college in New England. She's so happy and excited. The kiss is one of gratitude for the help she thinks we were. All we did was encourage.
I like the red and blue sign downtown. There's really no story to it.

The last 2 photos remind me of each other. One is here in Memphis, and the other is in Paris. The effect of the trees painted on the buildings intrigues me.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

48/365 Two Eighteen Twenty Ten: Shifting Winds

There comes a moment in February down here where there's no turning back. Today, 51 degrees. Tomorrow, 57. It may get colder again for a day or two, but we have turned the corner. A friend said her rose bushes have tiny buds. I can see the green tufts of daffodil beginnings all around. I'm happy to let my firewood season on the porch. I am SO READY.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

48/365 Two Seventeen Twenty Ten: Local Movement

One of my passions is giving to a local charity that offers day care to children affected by and/or infected with HIV. There are several fund raisers each year, at many of which we volunteer to set up, or clean up, or take tickets...whatever. But at one, several years ago, we were not able to resist purchasing this sculpture by a local artist. The Attorney is a musician. Much of our art has a musical theme. This fellow is my favorite.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

47/365 Two Sixteen Twenty Ten: RELENTLESS

There is that one day with roses-that day right before it's a minute too late.

today is that day.

And now, for my relentless sister: the Quinoa Tabbouleh recipe:
Ingredients: 2 cups quinoa, rinsed well
3-1/2 cups water
2 cups chopped parsley
1 pound plum tomatoes, seeded, diced small
1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
3 small cloves garlic, minced (1-1/2 teaspoons)
1-1/2 tablespoons minced fresh mint
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
Place the quinoa into a fine-mesh colander, and rinse under cold running water. Drain well.
Place quinoa and water in a saucepan and cover. Bring to a boil, reduce the heat to a simmer, and cook over low heat for 20 minutes, until quinoa is tender and liquid is absorbed. Fluff the quinoa with a fork, and spread the grains out evenly on a plate (I use a cookie sheet) and chill completely before mixing with the remaining ingredients.
Combine the cooked quinoa, parsley, tomatoes, lemons juice, olive oil, garlic, and mint. Season with salt and pepper.

Monday, February 15, 2010

46/365 Two Fifteen Twenty Ten: Hanger

My artisitic, creative, generous friend, Older Daughter is Named After, made us this hanging bead wonder that is in our fireplace room, hanging down from a chandelier that otherwise has little to offer but light. I love the colors. My house is filled with gifts from her. Hi, there, ODINA!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

34-45/365 Two Fourteen Twenty Ten: CatchUp, WorkAround (Pick a Bale of Cotton?)

My computer is still jacked up. I'm really sad. I have to slide into The Attorney's computer before she fires it up in the morning or while she's getting ready for bed at night. Otherwise I'd be blogging at work, which we all know I would NEVER do! I do have my work laptop, but because life is uncertain at the best of times, I don't store precious photos on it. You never know when you will wake up and your computer will be getting restaged by IT and given to someone else while you languish on the unemployment lines! Heaven forbid my photos would only be stored there!

My friend, Tall Pretty Blonde, is off on a several-month adventure of travel with her beloved, and I have been cyber-stalking her blog, Facebook page, and email! She linked to my photoblog the other day, which inspired me to figure out how to get this thing rolling, despite the challenges. So here we go-I've put up a photo for TPB and will add 11 photos below.

We spent 2.5 hours (sad, but true) yesterday in line to get our cars inspected. We thought we were being clever by 1. going mid-month and 2. going EARLY morning on Saturday! HA! I would say there were easily cars number 90 and 91 in line. The Attorney had her Bluegrass music and a book. I had the soundtrack to Boys on the Side and 3 days of unread newspapers. We both had our phones. We were entertained, but oh-so-annoyed.

Younger Daughter has a huge research project to do in order to graduate from high school. The topic she chose is Adoption. She came over yesterday to get some books and videos, along with a tuna sandwich (she only likes mine) and some guidance. Her dog was thrilled to see her.

The yellow sleeping dog below is my dog, Thankless Dog Number One. There are few photographs of this neurotic beast because she is afraid of the camera. In fact, as soon as I took this picture she was up like a shot and hiding in the kitchen! Even though I rarely use the flash, she HATES the camera.

The bookshelves have a story. My dear uncle, my father's only brother, lived in New York in a rent-controlled apartment for decades. His apartment was filled with lovely antique furniture and rugs, and some not-so-lovely but wonderfully serviceable book cases. When he died in November of 2001, he left the contents of his apartment to my sister, the fabulous Grandma Blue. She and her husband had a house full of furniture and offered everything to The Attorney and me. We have reupholstered everything, and have stacked the bookshelves all over the house. We both owned a TON of books when we got together, and each had boxes of them in storage. Our large house and plentiful shelves have allowed us to bring them all out, and we love them. We both love to read and are book addicts. We use the library, but not as often as we should. We end up buying books.

The white mug in the photo was a birthday gift from me to The Attorney several years ago. I thought it only fitting to use it today, Valentines Day, when I made her tea.

The brown mug is mine. I love the rich, melted-chocolate color of it, and the handle is nice and large-I like to slip 3 fingers into my cup handle, and this more than accommodates them. Plus, it's really good for wrapping the left hand around to warm it while I drink my strong, hot coffee.

The angel was a gift from Tall Pretty Blonde. She holds bird seed. She was all grey when we got her, and the weather has chipped some of the grey off to reveal the brick color underneath. She is nesteled in our front garden, next to the rosemary.

The profusion of roses is my Valentine's Day gift. They are all over the house. Although I love red roses, I don't have a great history with them lasting. These are stunningly beautiful, I think. Enjoy the pictures.

Thursday, February 4, 2010


The move in my house has rendered my wireless dazed and confused. I am taking pictures, but will have to post in a cluster when the situation is not so FUBAR.
Stay tuned...

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

32-33/365 Two Two Twenty Ten: Ambivalence

The World's Best Bleeding Heart Attorney and I have made some changes inside the house. Our nest is officially empty. We have too many bedrooms, and not enough space for ourselves. She needs an office, I want a room for my creations, such as they are: photographs, origami, greeting cards, etc. We have taken what were the girls' rooms and changed them around-we still have plenty of room for them when they come to visit, but nothing looks exactly the same.

Behold "The Yellow Room", before and after. This has gone from a teenager's room to a guest room. I feel very torn.