Sunday, January 27, 2019

Good Advice from a Chef

  Pursue your passion; 
spread love and joy; 
be kind and forgiving;
 be generous; 
enjoy every morsel—from humble street food to decadent fine dining; 
cook for the people you love. 
 Travel the world and seek out adventure.  
 Help others and don’t be afraid to the take the road less taken.

       Live your life to the fullest.

~Fatima Ali, age 29, Chef
Stolen by cancer, 1/25/19

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Magic at Our Fingertips

A blank page becomes

Swirls and curves, lines and slants.

More than words.

A spark between friends who've never met.

Everyday magic.

Thank you, Mary Oliver, for your one wild and precious life.

Friday, February 09, 2018

Once Upon A Blog

Once upon a time, I had this blog...

I refinished furniture. (I still do.)  I painted things. (Everything from cedar chests to terra cotta pots.)  I had chickens. ( Oh! how I miss fresh eggs.)  I grew flowers and veggies and dug a pond.  (I suspect that gardening might be passed down through the genes.)

I have a dog and a sweetie and two very grown sons and two grand-daughters--all of which I love very very VERY much.  (Not necessarily in that order.  I think.)

I took photos and posted fairly regularly.  I enjoyed the community and the friends I made as I shared.

What happened?

Picasa stopped uploading photos easily to the blogosphere.  Not a deal-breaker, but it added a degree of difficulty.  The Big Bloggers came to the party.  People stopped interacting on their visits and I missed the comments.  Facebook and Instagram became a lot easier than a blog--snap a photo, write a few words, and done.  And then Pinterest came along, heaven help us all.

I miss the days when blogging was at its height.  The days of my week revolved around the blog parties when everyone posted their latest.  Writing a good tutorial or sharing my latest accomplishment was a part of my daily life.  Taking a vacation and planning the best photos was a joy.  Visiting blogs was the same as visiting friends.  There was community and camaraderie and I loved connecting with people from around the globe.

Change is a part of life.  I take photos with my smartphone not my digital camera.  Picasa got rolled into a less satisfying photo editor.  My PC eventually became a laptop.  And my list of blogs eventually disappeared, but not before many lovely writers abandoned their websites.

Now?  I finally added some sites to my favorites so that I can read a select few blogs who shall remain unnamed.

I wish I could find my old list to see who's still out there flinging their hearts into the blogosphere.  I wish I could reach out to say how much you enriched my life and inspired me.  You made me laugh.  You shared  your home and your pets and your children with me.  I loved your photos and your individual style and your enthusiasm.

And now, here I am, realizing that I miss the challenge of writing cogently.  I miss sharing my thoughts and aspirations, my hopes and failures.  My daily life isn't filled with earth-shattering revelations and insights.  It is replete with small satisfactions and quiet beauty and bursts of enthusiasm.

I think that I might still have something to say even if only for myself.  I think I need to celebrate my own life and leave a record to look back on so I can say, Wow! I forgot I did that or Gee, I'm so glad I took that photo when the tree was small or Remember when?

It will be a challenge to rediscover photo-editing on a new platform (unless I can figure out how to magically bring Picasa back to usable form).  Because my photos were my starting point for any blog post.

Crossing my fingers.  You may see me here again.

Or you might not.  I might just be writing my life into a journal that no one will see but will satisfy me mightily.

Off to remember what my inspiration word for 2018 is.  Off to revisit my old PC and Picasa.  Off to look at drafts that were never posted.  And off to visit my other private family blogs to see if I should revisit them for family and future genealogists.

With a smile and a wave,
 Pogonip aka Roxie

Friday, February 19, 2016

Basics 101

I love DIY blogs but making a home both liveable and lovely involve more than horrible-before-and-inspiring-after photos.

The rules of basic home repair:

  • it ain't gonna be pretty (see Exhibit One, below)

  • your fingernails will not thank you
  • it takes forever
  • one thing leads to another.
The rewards of day one, meager but worthwhile--sinks that drain properly and don't leak.

Coming soon:  clean, mildew-free caulking around the tub!

Also, I have a growing feeling that uncaring landlords--who snapped up foreclosures, used them as rentals, performed not one iota of basic maintenance, and are now selling for an insane profit--will be reincarnated as cockroaches over and over, stomped on by homeowners for eternity.

Stay creative,

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Getting Back to Basics

The family Pinterest boards have been expanding rapidly while our son's house (gotta get a name for that) was in escrow.  Google has been consulted on everything from General Finishes Gel Stain colors, to Bosch dishwasher reviews, and from dog doors to French doors. There must be a hundred paint chips sitting on the coffee table.  I'm pretty sure we've evaluated every fifty-two inch ceiling fan in town for both looks and function.

Oh, how lovely it would be to plunge right into the fun stuff.  Paint and new faucets and furniture.

The first things through the door later today will be tools though.  There are three leaky sinks, one loose toilet, and caulk that needs to be removed and replaced.  No need to worry about the air conditioner with snow in the forecast, but gutters might be a priority since melted snow is dripping onto pavers tilted toward the foundation and seeping underneath the house just a bit.

Truthfully, it would be a relief to just schedule professionals to come in and tighten pipe joints and install seamless gutters.  Pity they cost big bucks that our first-time homeowner doesn't have.  He does have a genetic predisposition towards DIY and two parents with a little extra time who aren't afraid of power tools.

Patience, Grasshopper.  

Wax on, wax off.

The kitchen is functional as it is right now, but thank heavens transforming the cabinets from pink pickled oak to rich dark walnut is high on the priority list due to the convenience of restaining before he moves all his cooking equipment in.  Can't you just imagine how gorgeous this kitchen is going to be with dark wood against the granite?

Sort of like this inspiration photo.

Basics are inescapable but there's nothing like the enjoyment of actually seeing progress happen right before your eyes.  And I think this is the change our son is looking forward to most of all.

The Queen Mother always told us we had to eat our dinner before we got dessert. Dang it.

Holding creativity in check for the present,

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

So Close He Can Taste It

It's official: our boomerang child is buying has bought a house!

Right now this spacious, airy place is a delicious vanilla concoction that's visually appealing to a wide variety of buyers.  The walls are a soft tan, the carpet a mid-brown tweed, the tile a pale ivory, the kitchen has new granite countertops.

Yes, there's bright brass obnoxiously winking at him from the master bathroom.  And the cabinets are finished in what he not-so-fondly refers to as pickled pink oak. 

Worst of all:   Every. Single. Major. System. in the house has issues.  Thank heavens for a great home inspector!  Most of the problems are relatively minor and none of us expected a house built in 1997 to be flawless.  But some (a non-functioning A/C unit, incorrect plumbing, and a leaky water heater come to mind) would have been dealbreakers if the sellers had not relented with a fairly substantial credit.  Our son really was willing to walk away and continue looking. Good boy!  He liked this house a lot, but decided that being disappointed and needing to look further would be far better than regretting buying a money pit.

I think the cardinal rule of real estate is that the perfect home for you IS out there, you just have to keep believing, not get discouraged and know that the Universe will provide.

Conversely, if what seems like your dream home slips away to another buyer or falls out of escrow for any of a hundred reasons, then know that it's not meant to be.

This house was a four-day nail-biter while the sellers reviewed multiple offers.  Then the home inspection was a gigantic disappointment that could have sent him back to the MLS listings.  But the stars aligned in the end and the escrow went smoothly and is closing just one day late--a minor miracle in itself. our son signed all the papers and tomorrow it's just a matter of waiting for the keys!

Wasn't it just yesterday that I took a picture of this little boy going out our front door ready for his first day of kindergarten and now I'll be taking a photo of him opening his own front door for the very first time!

Stay creative,

Monday, February 15, 2016

A Home Of His Own

We're on the real estate roller coaster with our younger son. Exciting, heart-wrenching, thrill and chills...the whole magilla!  I'm hoping to say "all's well that end's well" (thank you, Mr. Shakespeare) very, very soon.  And I look forward to an entire night of peaceful repose for a change.

Sheesh, buying a home for oneself is tame compared to undergoing the same torture with your child.  I know I can't smooth every path for him, but that doesn't make me not wish to torture various sellers and their agents with an incandescently-red poker.  Hmmm, maybe that's why they call it a "hot" real estate market hereabouts?

It's not all bad.  I love looking at houses and seeing their potential to become a dream home.  Isn't that why all the DIY, home-making blogs are so popular?  Fixer Upper, anyone?

After viewing homes that had more drawbacks than assets, and living through the disappointments of failed offers, he's found a home that checked off every box.
  • Three bedroom, two bath, 
  • decent-sized yard of the Goldilocks variety (not too big, not too small), 
  • livable right off but with potential to upgrade and personalize,
  • zoned for good schools, reasonable HOA fees (two things that directly affect value in our area),
  • decent commute time.
This one had all of the above plus an enormous walk-in in the master and the largest main bathroom we'd seen.  Two hundred extra square feet provided spacious rooms and a great flow throughout.  Our son said, "It's the nicest home I've seen!"  We all stood in the front room with big smiles on our faces.

I'm totally lame but I even liked the address and street name.

Needless to say, he's made an offer.  A very good, strong offer.  Not to leave you hanging, but it's a tight market out there and he's been disappointed more than once.

Fingers and toes crossed...I would love to start blogging about "his house" and all the non-girly, classic improvements that he'd like to make.  But for now, I don't wanna jinx it by frying any fish before I've caught them.

Stay creative,