Some days are like that.
Ever have one of those days when you feel like you have to look at your cutest potential?
Isn’t it also great to have those times when you just don’t care?
Yeah, we hear you! :)
How many times have I transplanted my grandfather's bleeding hearts?
From garden to garden, from house to house, for years.
But each spring I know they will come up and my house, which ever house I'm in, that house feels like home.Thought about and dug up out of my photo files for the Wordpress weekly photo challenge...Home
Best time ever! An evening downtown with MUSE!
So had the best time ever! Evening out with my children, a lovely supper in historic Gastown and rocking out to MUSE.
Adam, Kerstie, Bryson, Chloe and I drove to Gastown, parked up and walked to the Pourhouse for supper. We were going to go to my son Jonathan's restaurant but couldn't because of a private party, so we went to his best friend Jonathan's restaurant instead.
Here's Jonathan behind his bar. I've known him for fifteen years or so and he's always been Good Jon as compared to my son...
Jon made us a variety of yummy special drinks he invented...
...and we had some lovely appies to share. Some of us had made-to-order burgers, some had French onion soup and Kerstie and I shared a delicious bowl of spicy steamed clams. If you come to Gastown you should go!
We were very happy leaving the Pourhouse and decided that a good brisk walk was in order. LOL
I bought my T-shirt
We got our wrist bands for the floor and ran down hand in hand just in time to welcome MUSE to Vancouver!
I wanted this evening to last and last so I made a little movie using one of my favorite muse songs and some of the movie footage I took and uploaded it to my Media Tala YouTube channel. Here's the YouTube link
MUSE played the best concert and after it was all over we got the munchies and drove down to Fritz for poutine before finally making it home. That was such a good time.
Round here and a result!
Where have these past two days gone? It’s over the top busy here.First course of business... sorry about the lateness...the random generator gave me number seven Jeannine Bergers Everett!!!My kitchen table looks like this these days. I’m trying to catch up on several projects and trying to send out my good mail club letters too.
A few friends were over for tea and coffee and I took out this funky set. It’s Crown Devon Harlequin. It works for both tea and coffee, don’t you think? It’s lovely to spend time with friends.
And the best treat: Kerstie is over with our little girls. I just love how red Bunny’s hair is now. I hope she stays our little Irish lass.
Now it’s stopped raining so we’re off for a walk.And tonight we’re all off to MUSE! Rock on!!
Sunday whirl...feeling a bit lost today I think
It’s probably unfair to blame some innocent words for this melancholy mood. It’s probably me, not you.
miserable, fuss, wish, go, again, interestbust, figure, prove, straight, enough, sweetHer name is Felicity – it means joyShe laughs the way she laughs and leads me inside saying, “Look. We have kittens!”And points to the basket in the corner to prove it.She makes me a drink and we sit outside and smoulder in time and the setting sun“I’ve been thinking about you a lot” she saysand I know what she’s going to tell me will be just another fairy tale like everything else in this placeAnd even though I know it’s not true I wish she would go straight to the happy endingI can feel myself sinking like lead while Felicity dances and the sun scorches her spinning stepsI’m falling softer than a snowflake into the icy pattern etched on the window of my youthThis place is batting me back and forth again like a cat playing with a mouseLaughing, threatening to swallow me wholeAnd Felicity folds her arms around me and presses her bust into my shoulder and whispers threats and shouts out loveUntil I figure the fairytale world is this place and I stand up and shake my headFelicity says, “don’t fuss” and I sit back down beside herThere’s a lot of interest in this placeI don’t know who measured it or how, but the fact is that at this altitude the stars are fracturedShining like diamonds against the velvet skyAnd me, in my small, miserable world, am sitting on the porch staring at Felicity’s sweet faceAnd I’m breathing in the hollow ache in my lungs
Fog
It’s been one of those lovely Vancouver winter days where the whole morning harbour is shrouded in fog.I know it’s advection fog (a left-over term from a geography course) and I love to watch it move in and settle on the water. There’s very little to be seen so I close my eyes and listen. Fog horns are sounding, the gulls are shrieking, metal rigs are clanking against boat masts. Somewhere in the harbour a sea plane’s engine starts to rumble and my breath swirls the white haze around me.
Then, as the sun begins to rise and warm I can see the shore birds backlit by the weak sun.
A few more minutes and more of the harbour comes into view.
But the sun is determined and soon the magic begins to evaporate.
Mornings like today I think on my favorite little poem, a Carl Sandburg poem; the first one my children learned to recite.
The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbour and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.
It’s all a matter of perspective
I’ve got lots of crazy ideas. :)
One of those ideas is that there are only so many good ideas in this world and everything else is a variation on those ideas. You might say that there are basic building blocks and lots of people with different colours painting those blocks and arranging them in their own unique way.
I love, LOVE what I do with the same camera, the same paper, the same pencils that everyone else has and I love, LOVE to see what everyone else does with their camera and paper and pencils.
This IS how we do it. Unique perspective. That’s what I love.And, if we could ask Milo, he’d show us his unique perspective on the wet shower floor.
I'd love to see your unique perspective on something. If you like, please leave me a link in the comments and, like always, I will def. try to visit everyone linked up to the WP Challenge. :)Oh, giveaway ends soon, draw is Monday morning. Still time. :)Thought about and photographed for The Wordpress Weekly Photo Challenge.
Tea for two
Last week I came across a fun blog hop whose theme is tea cup Tuesday. I stayed for a while and discovered some lovely new blogs, like Edith’s Sous Mon Arbre and Terri’s Artful Affirmations, both absolute sensual treats of pinkness, baby ducks and all things girlie. I love it.
This morning Chloe had an early morning class at the university and then a three hour break. Perfect to come home for a nice cup of tea.Now I noticed that on these hops a lot of the ladies are identifying the tea cups. Out of my collection of lovelies I chose a blue cobalt and gold tea cup by Aynsley and a similar one by Paragon.
I made us some Comforting tea by Aveda, (yes, the hair product people). It’s a fantastic mix of licorice root, peppermint and a touch of basil. I know it sounds a bit strange but the taste is out of this world.
So here we are, my tea for two story, one happy and warm child, one serene mother and the rest of the day ahead full of wonderful possibilities.Linking to the hop on Artful Affirmations and Sous Mon Arbre above and also to my favorite TALU with this post because it's raining and I'm remembering my English winter wonderland. :)And don't forget about my giveaway, still lots of time to leave me a hello.
Round here on a Monday morning
Everything is gray and it’s a bit chilly in the house. I didn’t sleep very well last night and I think the barometric pressure has dropped because I’m feeling a bit headachy. Everyone is out except for the cats and me and I’m just hanging around today.
Hanging around like a little kimono-bear and I’m all snuggled up in my father’s old sweater, which I’m wearing to death.Everybody is snuggled up. Morgan is with me in a basket under the kitchen table and Milo has wiggled his way under a blanket on the sofa where he’s likely to stay till late afternoon.
I made myself a second cup of tea in one of the bowls I brought from France. It’s a clever thing to drink your tea from French bowls. You need to use both hands at the start and this makes you lovely and warm, and by the time the bowl is light enough to hold with one hand, you’re feeling rather French and chic. Look at you French girl with that French bowl in your hand. Très sexy.I’m contemplating planting the last of the paper whites today but also have that “I can’t be bothered” feeling. I’m looking at some paper whites already sprouting happily in a pot and just now I had this thought: “Who will live and who will die?” Oh god, I can’t believe I’m thinking of a series of paintings of bulbs. But first I want to finish the map I started before Christmas.
Yesterday I got the loveliest email from Japan from the parents of a charming girl staying with us for ten weeks. Bless their hearts. It made me get all teary reading it. I’ll post it for you. Today the mail came and in it the water rates bill, (groan). That reminds me: time for some good mail. I think I’ll finish my tea writing to some friends and before I know it good mail will be coming my way. I will recommend her some courses to boost her confidence and get a chance of studying abroad, I guess this might be Stanford free online courses.Oh and good mail can come your way from me if you like. Steps you have to take include: emailing me your addy so I can send you something and entering my giveaway so I can send you lots of somethings.
Much love to you my friends and thank you so much for the lovely comments you’ve been leaving for me on Saturday’s post. I want to reply to each and every one of you but can’t because of this random generator thing. (Actually will have to delete my comments first) I’m the luckiest girl to have you in my life, my warm and supportive friends.A little email from Japan:Hello. This time there is a relationship in the situation called the host family and has you keep it, and thank you for daughter.As a matter of course, it is the first time that she lives apart from a family for a long term, and there is the problem of words (the linguistic ability is low, too), and the daughter feels it when she will live a life in strain and the uneasiness.I want to entrust all it to Veronika (as for the period of the homestay) during this short-term studying abroad period.I think that I learn most including the importance of the family, the splendor of the relation with the person and the warmth of the person by living I am separated from a family life.The eldest daughter stays in the same way in Canada (Vancouver) three years ago, too and feels it when I grow up in a good meaning and came home.Is a daughter naive by all means, but is a glance same as a family; if have spend it, is happy. I believe that I think that it was very lucky that Veronika became the host family of the daughter heartily.Remaining period, daughter, thanking you in advance.*p.s : We live in the place called Uji of Kyoto, Japan. It is enrolled in a world heritage, and, on the immediate side of the house, there is "Byodo-in Temple" which is drawn on the Japanese currency coin, and it is in a sightseeing spot.When I come to Japan by sightseeing by all means, I feel very glad if I have you drop in.I am sorry that dispatch of mail was late deeply.If anything happens, please transmit an email to this e-mail address willingly anytime.Excuse me.A’s family(couldn't you just die? so sweet!)
Sunday whirl...a vintage feel
Not sure why but this week’s words had a vintage feel. So I stuck them in a silent movie...as you do.Then I grabbed my favorite victim model and there you are. :)Don't forget to enter my first ever giveaway
chimes, scattered, mirror, skirted, raw, mist,straw, scale, vast, curved, edge, tatteredsometimes I feel like an old silent movie where a faint piano is tinkling tuneswords and occasional splotches of colour flutter on the screenyellow and brown splotches like scattered straw ticking thru the fanI’m gloriously out of focus, smooth and clean and white“Shall we?” he asks me moving lips with nothing to sayand the piano chimes and I can feel my resolve wearing thinthin like the air at ten thousand feetthin like the mirror of ice on the pond when the water has warmed to air temperature and all the magical mist has disappearedthin like the busboy hiding behind the theatre with his cigarette, sniffing a couple of times, raw in the coldI smooth my full-skirted gown and the moment is curved around usthe world revolves on this scale, round and round and quiet and still and I forget daylight ever existeduntil the tattered edge of the end of the movie begins flapping madly in the vast space