Friday, August 28, 2015

Real

Ahhh, the first smell of wood smoke. Fall is in the air after an overnight low of 47.  

Up on the big hill, classes began in the Ivory Tower. Even if I didn't know this by looking at the calendar, the general lack of parking at Wegmans and the long lines at the only full serve gas station in town told me it was time.

It's been more than two weeks since we made the decision to leave FOUND. Most of our antique inventory has been sold. Our garage is full of Marmalade Mercantile merchandise and our house is finally starting to look like normal people live here again. 

Earlier this week we took a tape measure and some spray paint out to the property next to the garage and began to imagine a possible footprint for our barn. 

Our next big adventure is suddenly starting to feel real.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Might

It is an unbelievably beautiful summer morning. 

Clear, dry and cool, with just the tiniest hint of Fall in the air. 

The grand purge continues and today we're getting ready for the big pickup on Monday. 

The phrase "it might be useful one day" has officially been banned from our vocabulary for the time being.

It is a day for making wishes and spinning dreams.




Monday, August 17, 2015

Hungry


We are purging...everything that's not tied down, that we don't adore or that doesn't bring us joy is being donated, sold or given away. 

There is nothing quite like the feeling of a big old clean slate. 

And as we embrace the big changes we've set in motion, everything seems to be pointing us in the direction of a simpler life. 

I've been hungry for it for a long time. 

That time is now.

Saturday, August 15, 2015


Not a chance!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

BIG


There is nothing more satisfying than taking action in support of one's sanity, health and well being.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

The Thing

Well, I did it. 

I bundled up my beautiful beloved viola, a very fancy bow and a scrappy old cracked 17th century instrument and took 'em to a big old fancy violin shop out of town and signed consignment papers to sell them.  

I never imagined this day, but the truth it's time for that giant golden beauty of an instrument to make music again, for someone to fall in love with her for her voluptuous voice, despite the fact shes too damn big and unmanageable for most anyone to play long term. It was an irrational love affair from the start and everyone told me not to do it. Guess that's the thing about love. And if I had it to all over again, I would choose her in a heartbeat.


Sunday, August 2, 2015

Geezer Sneaks

It's been a banner weekend so far and it's not over yer! 

The bed is now returned to our bedroom. No one was hurt in the process and we are still married! 

It is unbelievably good to be back upstairs again. We can close out the kitties and block out the light. And since our bedroom is on the back side of the house all we hear at night are heavenly summer noises and an occasional hoot owl. 

Out with the old, in with the new I say! We've started a purge of the house and garage. What's not nailed down is headed to auction. What's not sellable is either headed to the Salvo's or the curb. 

And though I'm not yet able to be on my feet pain-free for more than a couple of hours, I'm happy to report I am totally rocking the geezer sneaks.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Savor


I'm reveling in the joy of walking in shoes, no matter how sensible or clunky. 

Wallowing in the exquisite happiness of being in the garden in the early morning and being able to get just about any place I want to be all by myself. 

Savoring the peacefulness of the new day and and embracing the many exciting plans we have for this month. 

Hello August, I thought you'd never get here.