Day 20: A Smaller World

One of the reasons I started an account at Postcrossing was to bring the world to my door. The idea of getting mail from around the world was very enticing. It's unlikely I'll ever travel outside the USA and it's even more unlikely I'll travel the around the world, but a postcard in my mail box from Germany, Ukraine, Australia, Malaysia, Russia, France, China, or Brazil, makes the world feel a smaller place. I have postcards from all across the world, over 160, so far.

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The postcards can be anything the sender likes, but my listed preference are of landscape, costumes, crafts, birds, the sky, and something a little different, but used in many cultures, the umbrella. 

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I now have a little collection of umbrella postcards and another of birds. Many Postcrossers send pictures of their landscape, native costumes or crafts. Some send a postcard they find funny or poignant. Everyone writes a little something on the card--sometimes a lovely note, sometimes a simple greeting. Any postcard is a welcome sight in  my mailbox. 

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When my postcard arrives at its distant destination my address is given to another Postcrosser somewhere else in the world. I never get a postcard back from the person who sent it, unless we agree upon an exchange or become pen pals. The point of Postcrossing is to connect the world on a small scale and with a postcard you start a chain reaction of kindness and connection, final destination unknown.


Day 19: Stepping Out Throwback

I started walking when I was 10 months and by the time I was a year could walk quite well and, according to mom, quite quickly. The photo below was taken during my first walk outdoors. The day must have been a warm winters day, as it had to be February (a month before my first birthday).  It's hard to tell but the sweater I'm wearing appears to be handmade. Mom would have put the pants on under my dress to keep me warm.

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The picture isn't very clear, but the sweater looks like its crocheted, which is likely, as both my mother and grandmother were crocheters. I'm wearing the same sweater in the picture below (but not the same bonnet).  There are many pictures of me in bonnets, but only until my first birthday and I have no idea why, unless my curls became to cute to cover. 

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The sweater was pale pink and I know because it's in mom's cedar chest. What else would you dress a baby girl in in 1951? As you can see, the leaves have been cleared from the yard and I look slightly older than in the first photo, and since my birthday is in March it appears the winter of 1951 wasn't much of a snow producer.

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This photo was taken on my first birthday. The trees have not started to bud. In Idaho. In March. I'm surprised!  My birthday dress was bright red and had a matching bonnet. The walking shoes are the ubiquitous white baby shoes of the day and, since my sisters wore the same style, they must have been the standard for years to come.

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This picture was taken when I was close to 18 months and you can tell it's summertime. I'm dreaming of walking in the summertime today, as it was another cold gray day in Utah.

Did you notice the new look of my blog? It was a subtle change, but Vicki updated the header (3 new pictures) and I made a slight change to the background color. 


Day 18: KAL/Walk Along

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The state of my March Through Time cowl has changed little since you last saw it, but the walking part of the "March", as been going well.  The weather until the last couple of days has been good and I've been walking from our house to the garden, around the labyrinth, up and around the canal, and then back home again. I can stretch it from 1 1/2 miles to 2 1/2 miles easily. Monday was very cold and windy, and I admit I skipped the day. Cold would be okay, but the north wind was beyond my intrepidness.

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The important thing, is I am walking frequently and going a little farther. I'd rather walk in the dark of the evening than in the dark of the morning, which are my only options.  This is the time of year I think of buying a treadmill, but a membership to the nearby community center might make more sense.  Or, just hightailing it down to the local mall (which I actually, dislike quite a bit).  Answers will come, I have no doubt.

The sweater back is an inch from the finish line and my Alabama Chainin market bag has had more attention, too. This week should be a little quieter and, perhaps, the weekend will be, too. More stitching and knitting should happen!


Day 17: The Best Places

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Having a "hang out" isn't something we think about. This is Utah and local bars and pubs just aren't a usual thing, at least not in the 'burbs where we live.  We have a favorite restaurant or two, but not a bar or any kind of "Hang Out". Carole asked in the Ten on Tuesday query,  What are the Ten Places We Hanging Out but, as it turns out when it comes to hanging out, there is no place like home.

My favorite places are:

1.  Our living room, most of the time this is where you'll find us.  This is our most oft used room, the place we sit when we come home from work and catch up on our day, the place Smith reads the paper, and I do most everything. 

2. Lone Star Taqueria, especially their patio in summer, although we go a once or twice a month all year round. This is one of our favorite places to go when it's just the two of us or when we're meeting up with friends. 

3. On the couch, which is where all my crafting supplies hangs out, so this is where you'll often find me. Yes, it's in the living room, but it's still a place within the living room. This is where I sit and read, craft, talk on the phone, even watch movies and sometimes eat a snack. I like being here when Smith is working. It's my comfy zone. 

4. Stella Grill, when we want a quick night out. They know us and treat us well. We can eat as simply as a burger or a nice entree style meal, cocktails, wine, beer and a special GF dessert (Chocolate Decadence cake, in case you're wondering). 

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5. On our patio. Only in summer. We hang it there if it's not too hot and we often have dinner there if the weather is fine.  It's not a very fancy spot, mostly rocks and concrete, but with the wind chimes, Japanese lantern, and my garden goddesses, we call it home. 

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6. Silver Lake, which is at the top of Big Cottonwood Canyon is one of my very favorite places to go when the snow is gone from the mountains. It's a place I can go alone, with Smith, with friends and family, a place I can feel my body relax and my soul sing.  Once in awhile we catch sight of a moose or three. The walk is an easy mile around the lake, but it's also the trailhead to several longer hikes. 

7. Our family room, the place we watch the occasional TV show. This is Smith's favorite place, but I only hangout there if he's at home. 

8. The kitchen. This is where we cook, clean up, and afterwards sit at the table to eat--or work, sometimes craft, or when friends come over. This is our "bar", the place we often entertain. 

9.  The Jitterbug with my SLC SnB grrls. We meet up a couple of times and week and it's always nice to catch up with everyone. I learn so much from the SnB girls and little of it has to do with knitting. 

10. My favorite hangout is anywhere my friends and family like to be. 

Ten on Tuesday brought to you by Carole Knits.

 


Day 16: To Be - It Was

My Saturday afternoon was spent with Cheryl at Hamlet with Benedict Cumberbatch, which was almost as fabulous being there in person would be. Ok, well, maybe not quite, but it was very good and we enjoyed it immensely. 

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Not everyone loves Shakespeare, I understand that, but it doesn't take a "Shakespeare ear" to enjoy a great production and seeing Benjamin would get you through it. The production was from the National Theater Live (of London) and it was a one off...Saturday was the only showing for our area. 

The rest of the time was spent doing what I usually do on the weekends, erranding, gathering groceries, laundry and trying to get ahead of myself come Monday. But...

...in addition, we planted the 75 bulbs Smith bought last weekend because the weather peoples say there is a storm coming in Monday. The wind blew all day Sunday, but became stronger and more steady as night fell. I'll let you know how it plays out. 

How was your weekend? 


Day 15: Selfie Sunday

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I've never been to Paris, but my thoughts are certainly with the people of France and their beloved city of Paris. Many of my friends have been to Paris and love it completely. Facebook gave me the chance to make my selfie into the image of the flag of France and I did. Love is the answer. It is not easy, but imagine, love, do not be full of fear.  


Day 13: If You Feed Them

...they will come.

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Almost every day the scrub jays come to visit and wait for their snack of peanuts. If I speak the the male he will cock his head and listen. If I had time to sit for a spell he'd be eating out of my hand, as he comes very close when I talk to him.

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I try to remember to put my camera in my pocket, but usually I am walking out the door to drop the peanuts before I remember the phone back in my office. I enjoy their daily visits and the reason to leave my computer screen behind. They are a very welcome distraction.

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The photo below is from early this summer when they were in the process of molting. The soft and fluffy regrowth left down here and there around the steps. Once in awhile I'm lucky enough to find a feather.

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The pair of them stay around all year round as scrub jays do not migrate.  I made sure to stock up on extra peanuts and blue bird pellets. This next week it will be cold and snowy. If I put the food out they will come to hyde the peanuts and eat a few pellets.   If you can't tell, I rather do enjoy feeding my blue babies. They always make me laugh as they can be such clowns. 

Happy Weekend, friends! 


Day 12: Way Back When

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When you are the first child and, even better, the only child for three years, there are many advantages. Every event in your life is noted,  pictures taken, the big days and the every days captured. You are completely doted upon by every member of your extended family.

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My parents had not one but two baby books for me. This one goes through my third year and both my mother and my father wrote (in fountain pen) notations on my life. I can see the two of them, my mother standing near my father while holding me and dad sitting at the table writing in the book.  They are having a conversation about my day, any "firsts" that may have occurred, and taking care to document them. 

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 This page, makes me laugh as I am the same today. I dislike beeping, raspy noises, rattling, or anything too loud. My father wrote "Singing" and my mother wrote the clarification.

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This page, which may be a little hard to read, tells of my first "real" haircut, the one that cut off my ringlets. My mother had a brand new baby, her second, and must have found it difficult to take care of my hair, as well as, a brand new baby.

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Me at 3 1/2. The ringlets were cut off the next day. Mother kept the locks and I still have them safely tucked away. 

This record of my first 4 years, kept by my parents hands, is one of the most cherished items I own. 


Day 11: Winter WIPs

Winter made its first real appearance yesterday and tried as hard as it might to cover the ground with white. In our neck of the woods only a slight dusting covered the lawns and only wet covered the roads.  The temperatures stayed in the 30s and since I left home without my mitts, I really felt the cold. I will not be doing that again and might even put an extra pair in my car.

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Last week I got a good start on the March Through Time cowl and finished clue 1 in time for the release of clue 2. I haven't had one second to look at clue or to put a single stitch into my knitting (or sewing for that matter). The cowl may languish over the next few weeks, as the cold reminds me I could use with a new sweater and, since I am almost finished with the back, my time would be well spent on this one project.

Until yesterday's cold, wet day, I walked daily to keep up with the KAL. March Through Time is about getting your fitness on, as well as, working on the cowl project. If I keep up the walking I will call this KAL a success, even if I do not end up with a finished object. My iPod has been a my companion, although ne thing I love about walking is I can listen to my iPod, listen to a book or a podcast. I've been reading and listening to Nora Webster by Colm Tóibín, switching off with music to keep my step up. So far so good, I'm getting in my mile.