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876 days ago
I mean, really. I was raised better than that, truly I was. Somehow, somewhere, I lost the desire to write here. No explanations, no excuses...and who really cares, after all...but there it is. Life at Gelati Farms is rolling along as it always does. Everybody is a bit different now...taller, tanner, itchier (it is mosquito and black fly season here...which is the season that comes between winter and, well, winter...) and busier. My schedule at work is like Fort Knox and Hotel California in reverse...there is just no getting in. Even my Friday morning appointments which are usually the last to fill are filled until August some time. This is nice for the pocketbook, of course, and makes me feel pretty good about myself professionally, but it is hell on the camping plans. And the garden plans, and the sitting and sweating in the backyard plans, and the iced tea on the patio plans, but there it is. One must be a grown-up sometime, I suppose. The ...
985 days ago
Just a note that has nothing whatsoever to do with the following blog...somehow, in my mini-Spaces vacation, I failed to notice that I was up there on what used to be "What's Your Story" and is now something different that I can't remember, even though I just checked three seconds ago. Ugh. Here I was, caught with my pants down, no new blog in WEEKS and this sitting in my drafts folder awaiting proof-reading. Lazy lazy lazy . How long has my Space been up there, anyways? Holy? You know all. You can bet I will be sending you and e-mail with this very question. Ugh. Or did I just say that? Dear Mrs. T... Just thought I would send along a note to explain anything odd that Calla might say over the next few days. Every night we say Grace before dinner. Sometimes it is a formal Grace, complete with a very solemn sign of the Cross and sometimes it is more of a free-for-all of giving thanks for everything from being blessed with ...
1000 days ago
1006 days ago
Hey all. Just to let you know that we have had a death in the family and are dealing with all that comes with that. Until things settle down here, I won't be around much. I have been sitting here staring at the blinking cursor for the last 10 minutes, not knowing what else to write, so I guess that means that there is nothing else to say! I am sure that soon I will be back to write something deep and philosophical about life and death, but until then I am going to take advantage of a few hours of quiet to deal with the wreckage that is my house. I hope that things are sailing smoothly for you all...
1021 days ago
This morning I woke up slowly. Normally my mornings start with a bang...a shout from Sophia, a blast from the alarm clock, a request from Calla for something to eat. This morning I woke up when I realized I was smiling. Miss Calla had come to bed with us at some point during the night...she was running a fever and feeling rotten. At some point I must have rolled over onto my stomach and what was making me smile was a small hand rubbing back and forth over my shoulders and upper back. Both of my girls have become used to touch and massage...probably because of my profession, but also because both Dean and I are touchers. Sophia's favourite way to be put to bed is to have me sing 'Dream a Little Dream' or 'Hush Little Baby' while I play with her hair and stroke her forehead, cheeks, nose and chin. Calla likes to have her legs and scalp massaged and then always asks me to finish up by rubbing my hands together (so that my palms become really warm) and then ...
