Twenty Five Whys

In Celebration and Recognition of 25 years

1. 
   
   The sound of your voice, still soothing
2. The way we laugh at the very same thing without really saying it out loud
3. Emma
4. Audrey
5. Eating stuffed shells on our anniversary even though we've eaten them all season, you'll still eat them again
6. Mutual love of good music, even when my "thing" isn't quite your "thing"
7. Appreciation of good beer
8. You follow the rule of last one out of bed makes the bed
9. The way you look at me sometimes with admiration, respect and desire
10. Your resiliency
11. Devotion to family
12. Your encouragement and confidence in me whether it be taking on a new job, going to school, knitting or dreadlocks
13. The way you age, so handsomely
14. Your ability, ease and patience to talk with just about anybody, especially now with the numerous people with whom we come in contact
15. Your creativity and tolerance for my creative mess
16. Constant communication with texts, emails, and phone calls
17. The way you smell the back of my neck
18. Your morning hugs
19. The way we hold hands still, with each other and our children
20. How we go to bed every night at the same time 90% of the time (my falling asleep to a movie does not count)
21. Your faithfulness and servitude to God and your country
22. You take care of yourself
23. You take care of us
24. Your pool entry technique which is just one example of enjoying life
25. Your sensitivity and reaction to things that touch you

This is just a sampling of the reasons I love My Handsome Prince.   Happy Anniversary.

Photo by Rachel DeWoody Photography

Dear Mr. Anders Osborne

I can't wait to see you.  It's been too long, my friend.  And now you are coming to my Thursday night hangout, on a thursday!  You rock so I knit.  You never fail to deliver just what is necessary, so with this simple hat, I hope to do the same.  While I knit I give back all the energy, inspiration, healing, praise, joy, stories of the human spirit, and redemption from heartache and sorrow, that your music reveals to me (and a little dog hair, sorry).  I knit hoping that if and when you wear this hat, the knowledge of how your music touches souls warms your soul.  I know a wool hat is probably the last thing you need living in New Orleans but it will keep you warm as you travel to colder climates.  I'm sure you will look equally as handsome wearing this hat as my husband did modelling it for me.  Enjoy!  Rock on.
Fondly
Dana

I Have Been Blessed

I had the good fortune to be born in the United States of middle class parents.  I had the good fortune to marry well and raise a family with minimal difficulties.  I have the good fortune to have friends in various places.  I have the good fortune to have the choice to work or not. These are just circumstances, that is not what I am thinking about.

I took a job a year ago, one I was uncertain about.  It was a huge step outside my comfort zone.  It was full of stress, tears, sleeplessness, isolation, guilt.  I rarely saw my family.  Yet, in the end, the people and things I experienced, it was more than worth it.  I won't reiterate what happened last year only what occurred on Sunday. 

We hosted a young adult group of Koreans.  They are a very worshipful group, a respectful group, an easy and difficult group (like they all are).  The weekend almost over, me counting down the meals, down to the last, a young woman asks me to bring out my staff.  They wanted to pray over us.  And in that same room where three years ago I had hands layed upon me by those I knew, loved, counseled, counseled by, I again had hands layed upon me by strangers.  All of them saying their own prayers, whispers, praises, wishes. 

And again, I came out renewed by the Spirit.

On the Agenda

It is Tuesday and I am going to the Rehoboth Farmers Market.  I went last week.  My Sister, Sam, and Dad met Audrey, who was visiting for the week, and me there.  It was a delightful day and a wonderful market.  I did not join a CSA this year as pick was too difficult and I didn't use the stuff.  So Farmers Market it is.  That is on todays agenda.

I want to make Papusas and slaw.  Today?  Maybe.

I want to ride.  It's so dang hot, but the crowds have left and it is safer if I ride now.

I want to catch up on my knitting.  I am currently in the process of the second mitten of two different mittens, a ballband dishcloth, and my hourglass sweater.  I need a summer project rather than these heavy winter items.

My one morning of solitude during the week.  The washing machine is going, the living room is straightened, the kitchen is on its way.  The day has started early, thanks to the dogs, so I have a chance.  A chance of accomplishing things, both chores and pastimes. 

Look Who Came Out to Play Today

I'd forgotten how wonderful she is, how smooth, how fast, how sleek.  We are both ready for some serious time together this season.  Whoa Black Betty, bam-a-lam!

Poor thing does need a bath.

Random Thoughts

The New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival starts tomorrow.  I want to go so bad I can feel it from my head to my toes.  I spend my days listening to Galactic, Anders Osborne, Eric Lindell,  Bonerama, Glenn David Andrews, and compilations of various New Orleans artists.  I want to:

• Be revived at the Gospel Tent

• See Old Crow at the Fais do do
• Watch my friend Anders give good face (I listen to him so much I consider him my friend)
• Eat a simple Po' boy

• Dance, dance, dance

• Smell sweat, sunscreen and stale beer
• Hear "somebody scream y'all"

• Revel in the street scene

• Buy a belt buckle, though I have a great one, I still long for the one that said "I like everyone" on the front and "except you" on the inside where no one else could see (yes, there are times)
• Find that new artist that rocks my socks who I will listen to all year
• Really learn to two step to zydeco
• Rockin' horns
• Oh to be a Festin' Dawlin' again

I will go next year.  There is no doubt.  Ozomatli will have to cure some of my aches.  They are coming to Baltimore on Tuesday and we will cross the bridge. 

Photos from last years journey.

A Perfect Day

Yesterday was a perfect day.  Everyone woke leisurely without sleeping the day away.  We had egg sandwiches.  Who doesn't love an egg sandwich?  We took the dogs for a walk.  Then we went to the beach. 

It was sunny, breezy, warm and lovely on the beach.  Apple Sunshine ran all over the place,

the girls played dominos and snoozed,

My Handsome Prince snoozed and read,

I read and knit.   I am working on an Anthropologie Inspired Capelet for Audrey and started reading The Help.

After a few hours it was time to go home.  Shrimp salad sandwiches for an early dinner/late lunch, the girls packed up and headed back to Baltimore,  a great Zumba class for me, end it with a pint of 90 minute IPA, a dip in the hot tub and Jack Bauer.  Tuesday can not even compete with Monday.

I've Got Friends In All The Right Places

As usual, I struggle with balance.  Finding the balance of making our place here on the eastern shore and crossing the bridge to be with those we know and love.  Easter was especially hard as we chose to go camping, without our girls, with new friends.  I was saddened yet joyful when I received the annual photo of the cousins. 

Over the past few weeks, though.  I realize there is some balance being achieved.  We've had a revolving door of visitors, coming out for various spring breaks despite the unpredictable weather.  They were coming out to see us.  Monday evening, upon entering the gym after an absence of a week or so, I was greeted by name by several.  I now have a gym community, which of course inspires me to go.  Tuesday, I was sought out by a local friend, who came into the Conference Center to visit and who consequently bought and brought me coneflowers.  Yesterday a new friend came from Salisbury to sit and knit in my office amidst phone calls and guiding visitors and I received a signed autographed copy of this book.

I have friends here and there and in all the right places.  Right where they are supposed to be.

List #1

Things that will keep me sane this season

• Cardio - a must
• Monthly massage
• Social knitting
• Stay in contact with family and friends, new and old, near and far, they are my support
• Thursday nights with My Handsome Prince
• Hire a cook
• One day off a week, at least
• Go to the beach

I'll add to this list as time goes on.  I consumed myself with work last season.  This season has already started out differently so if I concentrate on balance, all will be well.

Disrupted Rhythym

Already there is a rhythym to our days.  Our days together and my days alone.  It is much quieter and we don't always fill it with talk.  Evenings, we settle in, each in our own space.  There are certain things that happen every day, such as long walks with the dogs, laundry, and knitting.  There are certain things that happen every week, out for dinner or a beer, church.  We are adjusting and it is good.

Our little bit of rhythym was disrupted.  Our girls came Friday, bursting through the door with tight and extra long embraces, an extra dog, bearing birthday gifts from my family and a pan of cinnamon rolls which went promptly in the oven.  The next morning we awoke to the beginnings of a snow storm.  We walked to breakfast at the local cafe

We played Rockband

We snoozed

We lived as family.  And just as quickly, they left. We shovelled snow, we made a small dinner, and back to our spaces with a movie, me knitting, him with the dogs.

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

Isn't that the saying for March?  Today it is like a lamb.  Today I have or will do:
eat a bowl of homemade granola
walk the dogs and visit their canine friends
soak in the hot tub
go to work and investigate what needs to be done to open up for the season
take a walk on the beach
send my maui janes to be repaired
buy a case of wine at 20% off
find old knitting flyers in bethany that need to come down
pick up new knitting flyers at serendipity
hit the gym,do I dare start the P90X program? I am truly intimidated
wash the dishes for they've been sitting there for a day
meet a friend for dinner and talk....knitting
enjoy the glorious, much needed sunshine

A Good Day

I had some things to do across the bridge.  I'm trying to limit the business type trips and change all that stuff to this side.  But a Doctor's appointment was necessary.  So...... I met Emma for lunch

I met Mom and Rachel and 'bino for social knitting, where there was way more socializing being done than knitting

A self portrait


An emergency phone call from Audrey concerning a school project resulting in a meeting to figure some things out.  She is making a Carnival outfit out of totally recycled items, no sewing involved.  Such a clever kid.

On my way home I realized my Dad was in Lansdowne for Lenten dinner and worship, right off the beltway, right on my way home.  So I stopped in.  I got to see my whole fam damily, well except Auntie and Uncle.  Hmmmmm.

Alabama Stitch

A laundry basket full of old t shirts, both Alabama Stitch books, an hour sorting through to determine the project and the colors, and I have the makings for my first bandana.    I wonder if I can get four of these done by mid June for my lovely Czech girls to wear in the kitchen.  Although I have tons of t shirts, this really does take two extra large shrits so I might be taking a trip to the thrift store this week as a lot of my shirts are kids, perfect for my rugs.

Mindful Knitting

My heart aches and so I knit.  I knit a birthday present for my oldest.  Into the gift I knit the wish that she has the knowledge and comfort of knowing she is not alone and that she is loved.  I knit the wish that she forgive those who hurt her even though they choose not to forgive her for her wrongs. I knit the desire for healthy, mature relationships and growth. I knit for kindness, compassion, and understanding, that they be qualities she practice and that they be reflected back onto her. I knit happiness and sparkle into the garment with the hope that she will shine when she wears it.  And I knit my embrace into it, that my arms always be enveloped around her while she wears it with the hopes that she embrace what life gives her.  I also knit for myself.  The repetitive knit pearl rib allows me to also pray for patience and the ability to be Confidant and Mother.  I also knit to forgive, for I think a Mother's forgiveness is more difficult to come by.  I am quick to defend and slow to forgive so I knit for understanding and love, that it be granted to me, to her father, to her sister, to her, and to others.

Emergence

Today, the dogs and I took a before breakfast walk.  A long one and the first one in a long time.  Since the big snow.   The sun was shining, temperatures were rising, and things were thawing.  It felt good.  I was not the only one who felt this way.   Honey was having more fun than she would chasing a squirrel.  There was a gentleman outside who went out of his way to say good morning and chat about the weather.  I'm glad it's over, hopefully, but can't help think fondly on it also.  So I leave these as evidence of the time passed when it snowed in a place that doesn't get much snow.

Luckily, the girls arrived the evening before the first snow, so we woke to the dusting and went to breakfast.

There was much snuggling

and snoozing

 a project started, the gutting of the bathroom

A Beatles Rockband tour

Puppy love

Difficulties finding a spot, so a spot was made

And more snoozing after all the shovelling. 

Snow on the beach. 

The girls were able to make their way home safely and we were done, until the next forecast was made.

In preparation of the next storm, recipe courtesy of Pioneer Woman

Shift sleeping and an unmade bed for a week.  The National Guard was called into duty and My Handsome Prince worked nights and slept days (while I shovelled)

I alternated my time between sewing, knitting, cooking and shovelling.  The Wurm hat I made to keep my head warm and prevent my head from looking lumpy while wearing a hat.

The lounge pants I made from fabric and trim I had.  I figured if I was going to stay inside for a week, I'd make some comfy cool pants.  Because of the pans of cinnamon rolls and other cooking and baking, I couldn't get my fat arse into them and they became Audrey's, who said they were cute and dorky.  Cool, dorky, same thing right?

Use what you have cooking, diced tomatoes, italian sausage, pasta, cheese, and wine, along with the Artisan bread dough in the fridge.  It pays to have that dough constantly going in the fridge.

I love almond flavoring and made this cake.  Glaze not necessary.

Snow

Snow

And more snow

By the time storm three hit, forget it.  I did not take any photos except this one

Let us out!!

Satisfaction

There is something so completely satisfying about wearing a garment made with your own two hands, a couple of sticks and some string. 

Domestic Bliss

Yesterday

I woke up, walked the dogs, showered and did a load of laundy

I spoke with my daughter and my sister, twice at least

I knit and listened to music

I had a bowl of wonderful chicken tortilla soup for lunch with crunchy fritos on top

I made 7 pans of cinnamon rolls, baked one, froze the rest and washed up the mess

I went to Body Pump class, came home got in the hot tub, had another bowl of healthy chicken tortilla soup, and an ice cold beer

My Handsome Prince came home, we watched a bad movie, I finished my knitting project, I read and lights out

ahhhh

On a Roll

Number 32 - Now I can be dry and cute

Smile

Number 4

Number 40

What I Did for Love

Yesterday I crossed the bridge for the third time in three weeks.  The first two inovolved moving furniture, getting Audrey settled, school schedules and banking.  Yesterday was for a funeral.

About 6 or 7 years ago, I met her through the Ensemble.  She was with Avon and the Director's mother.  I volunteered to be make up parent.  A couple years later, she was diagnosed with cancer.  After a choral party at her house, I notice two or three flats of flowers that were not planted and offered to help with that if she wanted it.  I never planted the flowers but we visited a few times, had lunch and talked on the phone.  One thing she told me was that she wanted Emma to sing "What I Did for Love" at her funeral.  It was a piece the Ensemble had done, Emma the soloist with the Ensemble.

A little over a week ago, Emma told me this woman was dying and the family was having a birthday party while she was still alive.  They asked the Ensemble to sing, Emma to sing her solo.  Emma was nervous, both about singing and about getting emotional.  She called after the event to say that she sang directly to Barbara, that they maintained eye contact, smiled at each other, and that it was lovely. 

I went to the funeral yesterday to say goodbye to a friend, because no matter how long she was in my life, it was significant.  I went to the funeral yesterday to support a woman who is a member of both my daughters' village, whose influence has been significant in their lives.  I went to the funeral yesterday to witness some amazing kids (okay adults now) sing from their hearts.  And I went to the funeral yesterday to hear Emma sing "What I Did for Love" and know that it is true for Barbara, for Trish, for Emma, for me, and everyone else there.