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ST4S – Five Years Ago Today

Since I don’t have a ROW80 post to write today, and I’ve somewhat promised myself a break from “trying to write” anything (especially stories, but pretty much anything), here’s a picture from five years ago today.

IMG_3719_webIt’s of a house in the hamlet of Alcove, set against a creek and waterfall.  The owners have taken to building a spiral staircase that opens down by the water’s edge.  The stairs were being made, much the way spiral staircases had been in old European castles and and fortresses, with huge stone slabs carefully balanced against each other.  Every year I like to go and see the progress they’ve made on their work.  Some years, a lot.  Some, not so much, such as the years after the flooding caused by the hurricanes Irene and Katrina.

It’s an amazing process to watch, even as distantly as I have.  To imagine all this having been done for centuries with mostly hand tools and manual labor is incredible.  Even now, here, this is amazing work.  That waterfall flows quite fast and strong for a good portion of the year.

But the view they must have….

The End of — a ST4S/ROW80 post

As a break from my normally verbose Some Thing 4 Sunday, please enjoy a picture from last October I rediscovered today while cleaning my PC.

Yes, the skies really were that intense.  It was an amazing evening.

After a storm

After a Storm–October 7. 2013

ROW80 Check-in

Not tons of progress since Wednesday…  Life happened.  I was sick Friday; Saturday, my parents decided to make a “surprise the Boodle” trip down to visit us, and last night, I discovered that the strange beeping of the fire alarm that oddly only started around 1am was probably a Carbon Monoxide warning… not a dying battery.

Still, I made some progress:

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences  I missed one day
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song  I looked at the draft a few times and reread some sections
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) on a consistent schedule check
  • maintain active sponsor participation I still need to write my sponsor post (see above about surprise company); all else on track
  • energize myself with more physical activity a full workout on Thursday, laid on the couch all Friday, moved furniture yesterday
  • reclaim my writing space  paid bills gathered on my desk
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) started sorting three years of RAW photos
  • laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more…  the hugs doth flow fast and profuse at our house, and there was visiting, though not planned

Enjoy your Sunday evening, whatever you have planned for it.

ST4S — Weekend Wonders

Welcome to the next installment of “Some Thing 4 Sunday” all!

Happy Crabbies

Happy Crabbies

There’s a problem with these Sunday posts, a problem best expressed by asking “some thing?”  How I pick a solitary thing out of all that a normal day can offer?  It can get challenging.  Good weekends (and this has been one of those super, awesome, amazing, love it! weekends that feel like the world is brand new) have so much happening that picking just one thing to focus on seems impossible.

And the so-called “bad weekends” have the opposite problem.  Nothing seems worth noting.

A lack of inspiration isn’t a problem this time….  What a wonderful weekend this was!

Treasures for me

Treasures for me

But I probably should focus on one thing since I’m already pushing the “late night” limit again (yes, last weekend was pretty wonderful too).  So, as much fun as the sale at Grandma & Grandpa Mabee’s church was, that was yesterday, and doesn’t count as a Sunday adventure.  But I am still tickled at the trove of nifties I bought for $8.00. And really, can you blame me?

And I also probably shouldn’t dwell too long on the fun we had at the Normans Kill Preserve where the Boodle found acorns well over an inch in size nearly everywhere on the path and got the chance to try climbing a rope swing someone had hidden in the woods.

Oh, and the concert!  I definitely shouldn’t spend too much time on the beautiful opening night concert put on by the Albany Symphony last night….  Certainly not!  It would be decidedly unfair to discuss after the fact how Clarice Assad‘s Nhanderu took me back spiritually to shadows and campfires and skies full of stars and fiery volcanic eruptions and the calls of the gods of earth and sky…  of birds and the dawn of humanity, of beasts in the throes of survival and the peaceful green of forests.  Then came a sublime violin concerto by Shostakovich and Tchaikovsky‘s Fourth Symphony with its fire and passion….

New ladder styles

New ladder styles

No, I definitely shouldn’t dwell on that.

So today…  we made today another family outing day.  With one small mission on our schedule, we stopped off at the Boodle’s school to trim off dead wood from an old apple tree in their playground.  Between hauling logs and gathering apples, I kept myself pretty busy.  Not too busy though…  After picking up two full bags of apples for saucing, I headed over to check on my hubby’s progress, to almost walk into…

Bothered Bees

Bothered Bees

Yeah… I didn’t get closer than that.  After stepping back carefully, I checked in the tree and saw that there had once been a huge hive about 25ft or so up.  Now the hive was in several pieces, several of which were on the ground.  Given the gathering on this layer of comb compared to the others, I almost wonder if the queen wasn’t being sheltered in that small swarm.

The Half Moon in harbour

The Half Moon in harbor

Once we’d accomplished our mission, we headed up to Albany to spend some time at the Corning Preserve in Albany and walk down to see the Half Moon.  The skies were cloudy, hinting at rain but never bringing it.  There was enough sun to make the Hudson River glisten.

And the Boodle found a new passion…

He wants to be a tour guide on the ship.

There was more to the day, of course.  There was time for the Boodle to play on the playground, moments of laying back on benches and watching the clouds…  there was even a short train with an orange caboose!

It wasn’t a planned weekend.  Except for the concert, we had no idea of what we would be doing until we got in the car.  And it was a wonderful weekend…

How was yours?

Climbing apple trees is a childhood rite of passage

Climbing apple trees is a childhood rite of passage