Monthly Archives: February 2010

On being unremarkable

It seems entirely fitting that the poet remains anonymous.

A commonplace life, we say and we sigh,
But why should we sigh as we say?
The commonplace sun and the commonplace sky
Make up the commonplace day.
The moon and the stars are commonplace things,
And the flower that blooms and the bird that sings;
But dark were the world and sad our lot,
If the flowers failed and the sun shone not.
And God who studies each separate soul
Out of commonplace lives makes His beautiful whole.

~Anonymous

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Wisdom

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange — my youth.

~Sara Teasdale


Random (yet still inane) thoughts

  • I need a better camera.
  • There’s still some Christmas stuff lying around that I haven’t put away yet.
  • The real estate tax bill is due Friday and I want to not pay it in protest.
  • The unremitting snowfall is starting to depress me.
  • I wish I had a novel in me.
  • Today was Shrove Tuesday. I should have made pancakes.
  • This blog is frightfully boring. Why do I bother?
  • But why is the rum gone…?

Morning in February


The essence of Saturday

It snowed last night. I awakened to a pristine, stark-white winter wonderland. We northeast Ohioans escaped with a mere 15 inches. Folks to the east of us, in the Mid-Atlantic region, got around two feet.

February 2010

I love a weekend blizzard.  It’s the perfect excuse to hunker down inside the cozy homestead, light the fireplace, listen to the footy, watch teen slasher flicks on the telly (as darling daughter is doing), cook up some comfort food, and waste time on the internet.

I was struck mid-morning by a spirit of weekend enterprise – a rare mood for me these days.  I decided to make the most of it by exercising my slightly atrophied culinary muscles.  I made beef stew with Guinness and spaghetti bolognese, aka spag bol.  One recipe I consulted decreed that unless you’re using tagliatelle pasta it’s not authentic spag bol.  I went ahead and used capellini. I’m rebellious that way. Besides, bolognese is all about the ragu.

I am also allowing myself the luxury of doing a little online window shopping. Coveting is optional.

Vintage 1960s Rolex Oyster watch

How current is this gorgeous vintage dress?

1920s Paris meets Charleston.

Can't have enough of these!

Antique grain sack pillows

Rolex watch available at Ashton-Blakey Antiques.

Grey silk dupioni dress from this Etsy shop.

Room photo from William Means Real Estate.

Mantel arrangement by Jane Moore; photo courtesy of The Skirted Roundtable.

Pillows from 3 Fine Grains.


On writing (yes, again)

“I think the key to writing good stuff is not thinking about it. If you think about it, it’s not going to be magic.” ~Fran Healy


Upon reading a particularly delightful essay

I cannot even begin to imagine how dull life would be if God hadn’t given us words and language and the ability to express our thoughts and feelings through the written word.