About 2 weeks ago I took my first walk alone in years. Sure I walk places alone all the time but since I've been with P.F. I don't take casual aimless walks alone anymore. I was thrilled that I didn't have to walk alone anymore. For years I always seemed to have nobody to take walks with ... but after not having that aimless alone time for almost 5 years now I've found I desperately miss it.
So I've decided that I need to take alone time walks more often...it feels right. Everything seems the most perfect on those walks.
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It finally snowed again!!! It snowed and rained thursday and was generally nasty driving weather. But it snowed and it laid and there is still some on the ground. It's beautiful out with patches of snow and the white gray sky.
Thursday P.F. and I wanted a breakfast snack of buttered toast dipped in chocolate milk. I had never heard of anything like this but apparently it was a common breakfast P.F.'s family made when he was a child. It took me awhile to work up the nerve to try it because something about it was very off putting. However once I tried it I've found it's a neat and simple little treat. The key thing though it so make sure you butter the toast while it is still warm so the butter melts into it.
This particular day we didn't have any Ovaltine so we adventured out to the grocery store down the street. It had just started to snow and it was just lovely out.
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Since the holidays and all the hustle and bustle that come with them P.F. and I have mostly just stayed at home watching movies and curling up with blankets on the couch...or "davenport" as my Grandma used to call it. Such a funny word... I think that is actually a brand like how we call most lip balms "Chapstick" even when it's not. She also used to call her refrigerator the "Frigidaire". Those are such good old funny memories.
I've recently grown very interested in the large old keyhole in the door of my apartment... which is in a large old house. Tragically I haven't been able to capture any nice keyhole shots, but I snapped a few photos of other little house things that I like.
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Currently P.F. is a bit obsessed with what he calls the 3 challenge. It's when a person draws/paints etc. the same thing 3 different ways. As is just so happens I was in a artsy mood a hour or so ago and decided to pull out my pastels; so P.F. put me up to the challenge. He wanted me to choose what I drew but I decided he should choose even though I was really wanting to draw a tree. Then do you believe it he said "Tree". Coincidence? I think not... I don't even believe in them.
I'm not an artist or anything but I think this would be a really great way to get out of a artist slump if you had one. I just did simple drawings but you could create something really elaborate and possibly end up drawing something you normally wouldn't have. I joked that P.F. and I should give each other a weekly 3 challenge. Though it doesn't sound like a bad idea. Here's one for you if you would like....Fish.
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I'll be host
to witches, goblins
and a ghost.
I'll serve them
whoopy chicken soup
My first grade teacher brought the Chicken Soup With Rice book into my life. She made poster size copies of each month's illustration and the poems. Then every morning we would say the poem all together.
I find it weird how when I was a young little girl I didn't like her that much. She seemed very sharp and not nearly as friendly as my kindergarten teacher. But somewhere in life I grew to like her. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that she wasn't my teacher anymore but was one of them that you see a lot outside of school and would always come up and talk to you. She still does to this day. Also in reflection the children in my first grade class were really really beastly; as were some of their parents. There was an incident where an angry mother came in screaming and ransacked the cloak room because none of the other students liked her son. So Ms. S's sharpness was understandable, and today as a women I like her muchly.
The last few days have been beautifully wet and chilly out. P.F. and I turned off the A.C. and opened the windows. Now we have a natural chill that blows trough the apartment, along with the smell of wet world and all the sounds from outside. It's so lovely, and is making me incredibly impatient for Autumn to arrive. Unfortunately I know it won't last and we still have some hot days of summer left to get through.
In the mean time I will take advantage of the weather and pretend it's fall for a bit. Yesterday I adorned some comfy Autumn clothes and even pulled out a pair of real shoes and socks. It was nice after spending all these months barefoot or only wearing my flip-flops.
Yesterday I got to take a quick stroll out in the weather because I had to mail a letter. I'm trying to rekindle a old high school friendship. We had a sort of falling out back when we were both 16 we were both at fault. But we haven't spoken since. Then last winter I found out that my mother was working with E. and she is really depressed. When we stopped being friends she also decided to stop being friends with everyone else that we were both friends with. So as things go she has no friends at all. Apparently her new friends never stuck around after she graduated. She seems to be in a very lonely place at the moment and she needs somebody to be for her
So I've decided to see if we could give it another shot. I know that I'm not how I was when I was 16. I have changed drastically and I know E. has as well. I'm very nervous and excited about the whole thing. I keep remembering all the crazy weird things we used to do together and how much fun we had and how close we were. I know if we start a new friendship it's not going to be like the old one, for simple reasons like we have responsibilities now that we didn't have then. But I really hope this all turns out well for both of us.
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It's been horribly hot and humid these days but it refuses to rain. The air is thick and wet while everything else is bone dry. I've been mostly just spending my day inside my air conditioned home sewing and watching movies.
P.F. and I did get out of the house the other week to attend one of his family reunions. It was held up at Caledonia State Park. A beautiful wooded mountain park which strangely enough has a public swimming pool. This was the pool of my very early childhood. My mother would never take us to the town pool she would always drive 30 minutes away to Caledonia. I think P.F. and I should go swimming up there before the summer is over.
As reunions go it was pretty normal, but P.F. doesn't know to many of his extended family. So I end up wondering around a lot. Where we were sat up was right next to a creek. A creek that is just begging to be waded in. Which I had a grand old time doing and getting wet up to my bottom. I nearly fell but caught myself, however I should have just left myself fall. With all the splashing that happened while trying to regain my balance I got just as soggy.
While there I also tried my hand at rock stacking. I'm not a overly skilled rock stacker...but I've found that it's addictive. P.F. came home the other day to the bathroom counter covered in little rock stacks.
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My one aunt told my dad that the blueberries were ripe up in the mountain. So the two of us spent Friday trampsing and driving about the woody mountains of south central PA.
Unfortunately there weren't hardly any ripe blueberries at all.(I wonder where my aunt got hers?) However it was still great. I haven't drove around in the mountains for so long; it was just wonderful. But it was extremely wet because it had rained the night before so I ended up in soggy jeans up to the knees.
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