Aug 16, 2012 |
Every time I walk into my mother’s house, it’s fresh. Revitalizing. Clean.
My mother doesn’t live on a dirt lot or have five cats. She doesn’t have any cats, but for the sake of drama in this post, I’m emphasizing the five cats she doesn’t have… and we do.
My mother’s house is the house my house aspires to be.
For the last ten days, I’ve been intensely deep cleaning Bedford Manor. And even the cats are sleeping better because of it.
I’m changing the name of my home to Catford Manor.
Two days ago, I received the best compliment ever. Dot and I went to lunch at my mother’s, and Dot said, “Our house feels this clean, too!”
It’s not that our house was dirty. But it certainly had plenty of hidden dust bunnies. I’d show you… but I chose to not document that portion of my efforts. Let’s just say I could build five new cats with the fur I’ve discovered recently.
It smells good. It looks good. It feels good. And because I’ve had several requests to show it off (and because I don’t want to be a fictitious magazine contributor like Elizabeth Lane in Christmas in Connecticut), here are just a few authentic reasons I love my Bedford Manor:
Welcome
Brownie Bear
Window Seats
Breakfast Nook Decor
My Old Dollhouse
Spar Oom
Narnia Room
Spar Oom Entrance
Hall Bath
Dot’s Room
Pinocchio’s Corner
Clean Floor
Clean Enough to Eat Off Of
Laundry Room Sign
And by the time you’re reading this, I’ll be watching this as my reward:
Lonesome Dove
Happy housing!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Aug 15, 2012 |
Hope, Returned.
Two weeks ago, Melanie Crutchfield challenged bloggers to post about Hope and link it to her Hope Relay 2012. As promised, she followed up with her own Closing Ceremony, honoring the many different definitions, views, and routes we each have to achieving hope. You can read her compilation, along with links to all contributors, here.
At the time, my offering was just being okay with what is. Sometimes, there’s hope in the unchanging. Sometimes, it’s okay to just be okay. Melanie inspired me to really reach forward. To create and keep creating that which goes beyond myself. To hope for something more.
And I do. I’ve tried to lose faith. I’ve wanted to give up, to not get back up again. I’ve wanted to pull the blankets up and the blinds down and stay in the darkness.
It’s impossible.
I’m tethered to hope as my life is tethered to breathing. I can not exist without it. And because of it, I’m learning to take each day as it comes. The little upsets. The big turns. The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
Hope is a beautiful word. And it’s my Word of the Week. What’s yours?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
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Aug 14, 2012 |
Did you see the ending of the Olympics Closing Ceremonies?
Yeah… we didn’t either.
There we were, in the middle of me explaining to Dot that Annie Lennox is the voice behind the Eurythmics, when our screen went dark. After a brief moment, a message popped up that indicated it was a DirecTV issue, no need to call. Funny thing is, it was only NBC. All other channels worked just fine.
Well that’s fine and dandy, except it never came back. After 25 minutes I gave up trying. Since it would be rebroadcast in the middle of the night, we just set our DVR in hopes of recouping what we missed.
I hadn’t had a chance to watch any of it before hearing that NBC failed epically by cutting short the broadcast in favor of a TV show premiere.
Apparently, NBC thinks that a 22-minute comedy that features a monkey is far more attractive than seeing world athletes come together in unison and rejoice in the common goals we all share and hope for only once every four years.
Seriously.
I don’t make this stuff up.
So let me get this straight:
NBC wants ratings. NBC wants us to watch the Olympics… but not really. They want us to watch their version of the Olympics. You know, the edited, time-delayed, spoilers-previously-announced-by-newscasters Olympics.
I myself am looking forward to the next Olympics. Maybe these four years in between will give NBC time enough to learn how to do it right. Or, even better, let a different network do it better.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
