Last Sunday, along with Shirlee, and her family, I had 3 of my favorite baristas,(sadly, Kelly was working,) and our friend Melissa, over for brunch. I've been praying for friends; I was so happy having a house full of people, and we laughed so much.
Sophie is not a fan of having her picture taken. That doesn't stop me from trying.
But she doesn't mind hiding behind her glasses, being a beautiful bird.
No, its not Brewier, or giant acorns. I just put that photo there so Facebook wouldn't put up a picture of the amazon logo, which is what it does when I don't have a photo in my post. Anyway....
Yesterday I walked out of the house, and came face to face with a bear in my driveway. Both the animal and I had the same reaction. We stopped dead in our tracks, looked at each other, and as I turned and walked back into the house, it ran back into the woods.
Shirlee is back in Asheville for the weekend, this time her husband Estevan, (who I bribed with promises of an apple pie,) and the kids have joined her. Megan has had trouble packaging prints due to her injured finger, and Shirlee is here to help out. In a perfect world, Shirlee and Co, would forsake Orlando and make a new home here in NC.
After taking care of some legal paper signing yesterday morning, and a trip to my chiropractor, (who is correcting the damage I did after my fall earlier this week,) we all got in the car and went to Chimney Rock. Oliver has been asking to go climb rocks for weeks. We were going to hike the trail out to Hickory Nut Falls, but the pollen is so heavy, (when the wind blows it looks like rain, but its actually pollen,) I was having trouble breathing, so we went down the mountain to the kids educational area. It was great! The trail was the perfect hike for Oliver, and was very interactive with lots of fun facts about animals along the way.
We left the woods, and drove out of the park to Chimney Rock Village, which looks cute, but is actually store, after store of all the same cheesy merchandise from China. This would be Megan, rocking a cat head.
As we played in the water, we noticed that someone had gone along the river, and balanced rocks atop each other; not an easy feat.
Only with a great deal of pain. (this post contains a graphic photo...you've been warned.)
My moms bags were packed and sitting by the front door. It was almost time to take her to the airport, but I was making us a bite of dinner first. Then I remembered I hadn't fed the fish their dinner, so I went out the door into the garage to get there food...except my foot slipped on the last stair and I bashed my knee, and fell onto the corner of the raised wood platform, that our dryer sits on. I thought I was going to throw up it hurt so bad; and being of, "a certain age," I didn't just mess up my knee, but also my hip, back and neck. As I lay on the sofa writhing, Megan got me an ice pack, and went to the kitchen to chop the cilantro for our dinner. A few seconds later I hear her shout, "Ow, Ow, Ow! I just sliced off the tip of my finger." Blood was everywhere, and my mom goes to the kitchen and says, "Megan, your finger tip is on the cutting board, do you want it?" Meg went into shock, I'm still writhing in pain, and it's time to take my mom to the airport. You can't make this stuff up!
We all got into the car, Meg in the back seat with Oliver, her finger wrapped in paper towels, elevated above her head, hand cramping from the death grip she has on it, trying to stop the flow of blood. I'm still feeling sick to my stomach, body hurting, but am in charge of driving to the airport. Thirty minutes later, we drop my mom off at the curb, and head to the nearest urgent care center, to have Megan's finger bandaged.
She was all smiles today,despite her throbbing finger.
I changed the dressing this afternoon, and we took a few pictures.
Do you watch Mad Men? Tonight is the series finale, and I'm a bit sad. I don't watch many shows, but the ones I do watch, I become emotionally invested in. I refuse to watch season 10 of, "Friends," because as long as I don't watch it, they are all still living in NYC, and hanging out in Central Perk, forever in their 20's.
When Mad Men came on tv, I was instantly hooked. It felt familiar, and icky, all at the same time. It was a car wreck I couldn't look away from. My dad was Don Draper; a salesman working out of NYC, he was brooding, distant, secretive, always with a cigarette. Don't get me wrong, I loved my dad, but I didn't know him...it's the reason my mom is unable to watch the show; it hits too close to home.
But when tonight's show is over, I will mourn, just like with Friday Night Lights.
On a more pleasant note, Sophie came over for brunch this morning. We all sat around and took the Myers Briggs test, and not too surprising to me, Megan and Sophie are the same personality type. We love Sundays with Sophie.
I buy my coffee from Sophie's shop, and she writes sweet notes on them.
Brewier and Oliver spent a lot of time together this weekend, at the park playing, and at home drawing robots.
This mama bear was in our yard, teaching her three cubs to climb a tree. I consider it such a privilege to get to witness this bit of nature.
Tomorrow my mom goes back to Florida. I can't believe she has been here a week, the time has flown by too fast.
I've always wondered how blogs cease to be updated. How do you just abandon your writing? What I've noticed is that, there will be a lapse in updates, then an, "I'm back, I can't believe its been so long," post. Then nothing ever again.
I can see that happening to me, since its been a week since my last update. So much goes on and I don't want to take the time to blog everything, because I'm lazy. But I know in the future I will regret these lapses, so here goes.
Last week Megan's best friend, Shirlee, was here for a visit, missing mothers day, and her sons second birthday; because thats what BFF's do. Megan was teaching her how to package product, so when Christmas rolls around, Shirlee can fly up again and help out Megan with the business. I would love to package her prints and postcards and shirts, but can't be around the ink. So sad.
Monday evening my mom flew up from Florida to spend a whole week with me! Our first stop home from the airport was Wicked Weed, for fish and chips.
Moms trip over lapped with Shirlees, which was a lot of fun. We all spent Tuesday roaming around downtown Asheville, splitting up at lunch time. Megan and Shirlee went to Lexington Avenue Brewery, while Mom and I tried a new to me restaurant, Modesto. Mom and I had a great time, with some of the best food I have EVER eaten, and she even charmed our waiter into making us organic peach Sangria, an item not on the menu. After eating, we met up with Megan and Shirlee, who were sad and hungry, as their food had been literally, uneatable. (The past two time's I'd gone to LAB, I experienced the same thing, which is why I ate elsewhere.) We told them about our amazing meal, and wonderful waiter, so we all went back to Modesto, for more food and sangria. It was quite a fabulous and memorable day.
Thursday we went to the Biltmore, and mom toured the house, and saw the Downton Abbey exhibit one last time before it is packed up. While she was in the house, Megan, Oliver and I left to have lunch with Kelly, at 12 Bones. Oliver loves her.
This is a wisteria vine! I'm certain it must be an original plant from when the Biltmore was constructed. The park benched is dwarfed by this gigantic vine.
Yesterday...um...we went back to eat lunch at Modesto. It is that good.
Everyday the Publishers Clearing House sends me a link that enters me in one of the many million dollar give aways they have. People...pray that I win. Seriously. Otherwise I will be spending my golden years living out of my car...if I have a car. BUT, if I win, I would buy a duplex, on a mountain, in the middle of ten acres. Megan and Oliver would live on one side, Brewier and I on the other. I would buy two large antique wardrobes, one for each duplex, and position them so that I could make a secret door adjoining the two homes, a la, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. How cool would that be?
Yes, that is what I have spent my Saturday thinking about.
So, looking at yesterdays photos of my furniture...ugh! I really need to make slipcovers for everything, but as I said before, I'm not in love with sewing. I would rather reupholster them, that would be fast and easy, but because there are people living in this house that eat buttery popcorn while sitting on the sofa, (as in me, and Brewier,) I need something washable. And just incase you were wondering, the yellow walls still torment me. That was one of the reasons I was moving the sofa in front of the bookcase; the view opposite that is a lovely grey wall.
Have I mentioned that Brewier has an interim job, 400 miles away, on the outer banks of NC? He has rented a really nice apartment that is above a wine shop, in a historic building. Thursdays the owner of the shop has, "Vinyl Night," on the back patio, so it's been a good opportunity for Brewier to develop a bit of a social life. His apartment for the most part is unfurnished, so we bought him an Aerobed, and found two of these chairs and an ottoman, in all their floral glory, at an estate sale; under $70 for all three pieces. The chairs, like my sofa, are from the 1990's, and I had thought about slipcovering them and keeping them for myself, but the ancient, blue, Ethan Allen chairs are more comfortable.
Have you seen this floating around the inter web? I sent the link to Brewier yesterday, because it could have been drawn from our life.
Our weather is glorious, and I'm blogging from the back deck. This weather reminds me of when I was in my late teens, living in a really tiny town, in KY. The smells, the sounds, they make me so melancholy,wishing I could time travel. All I want to do is sit outside and read, just as I did in my youth.
Make up your own because I've got nuthin.
Yesterday I had more energy than I'd had in the past 6 weeks. I told Brewier I'd rest, and use all that good energy for healing, but instead I rearranged my living room, then moved everything back to its original place. Then I felt like death. The one thing I didn't put back was the tv. It has sat in front of the window for over a year now, and I hate the thing. It's huge, and we don't even use it, so I put it in front of the fireplace. Now it kind of disappears, and I can see all the beautiful trees outside my house.
I rested for a bit and drew robots for Oliver to paint, then asked him to draw me a robot. I think he did a fine job.
While Megan and Oliver were at the pub for trivia night, I hung springs from a crib on my guest room wall, and am using it to display photos. While I was waiting for the kids to get home, I stood on the back deck, enjoying the fragrance of all the blooming things, and listening to all the night noises, including the sounds of bears. When Meg got home, she told me she nearly hit a bear on the drive home, thankfully, there were no other cars on the road and she was able to break, and stop the car. Whew.
Today I did rest, and read this book in one sitting. I really, really enjoyed it. I love when a book has me hooked from the very first sentence.
Here is how I changed up the furniture. Notice the black hole of a fireplace/tv?
I didn't like how squished the living room felt, or how much wasted space there was; it felt a bit like a bowling ally. Do you see Oliver wearing my reading glasses? He snags them at every opportunity, then walks around the house, laughing at how wavy it makes the floor.
I love my view now that the tv is gone.
And now, taking a cue from Jane and her blog;
today I am thankful for:
my improved view
friends who pray
Jane posted this fun to play with website, on Facebook. how-old.net I spent 30 minutes playing with it this morning, and have come to the conclusion that their algorithm is a mess.
This is me on my 53rd birthday.
Flattering, but lets get real.SO I put in one of my recent chubby faced pictures. 28? Get real. (Brewier is 63 in this one, I'm 52.)
So I thought I'd upload a REALLY old photo from 1982. I was 20, not 15, and Brewier was 31. Maybe this is why people always thought Brewier was my father. (My brother, whose face is in a background photo, is 15 months younger than me.)
Here is a picture from October. The light was great, and I think I look better, and younger in this photo, than any other, yet the site said I looked 41.
And now, gulp, me right now, fresh out of bed, no makeup, and face puffy from my salty, Chipotle dinner. No better way to test the accuracy, right? Much closer to my actual age.