In Which We Escape to Colder Climes

A week of skiing -- a first for our family -- and we have returned to our regular station.  Sigh.  Happy to be home.  Fun to rent a creaky old house and explore all the nooks and crannys unfettered.  I liked sitting by the fire and discussing (well, if you're talking mostly to yourself, is it discussing?) what I would do with said house if it were mine.  Funny selection of books on the dark built-ins flanking the fireplace, ranging from the bright, shiny "Woof:  The Gay Man's Guide to Dogs" to a yellow, stocky paperback called "The Making of a Quagmire:  America and Vietnam during the Kennedy Era" by David Halberstam.  The older boys really did become skiers, which was one of our goals, and I didn't break anything, which was one of mine.  Not sure when I became such a chicken, but I am, so there you go. 

Ah, to be fearless.

Love Letters

There's something powerful going on in flickr land.  The pictures of our homes, our neighborhoods are starting to morph into pictures of ourselves.  It's much, much more challenging to turn the lens on yourself and not automatically hit the delete button.  It may sound funny to some, but I think it's an act of courage, and I admit, I'm not always ready for the self-reflection. I would much rather turn the lens outward, but as Molly said, if we don't put ourselves in the family album, who will?  I love the Shutter Sisters' challenge to write yourself a Valentine.  I had trouble coming up with what to say, so I cribbed from the Valentine's Max gave to his friends.  Like Molly said, if not me, then who?

Process

Oh, I was so ready for the snow this weekend.  I assumed that everything would be canceled.  The hot chocolate was in the pantry.  Crock pot dinners ready.  Snow shovel propped by the front door.  And not one snowflake fell. 

Nonetheless, many new projects were undertaken.  I looked around to see so many works in progress and chuckled about how much we all groove on the process. I also have a new quilt sandwich halfway quilted (thread shortage) and a ball of yarn sitting here that may be a baby's hat by the end of the Superbowl.  I looked around today, and saw the process.

(Rock candy experiment.  Day 2 of 14)