December 19

My Dad would have been 92 today. Just thinking about him and smiling. :-)

And yesterday my colleague Rachel gifted me a lovely scarf, so of course I wanted to wear it today, along with my once a year wearing of a comfy long-sleeve pajama top that I wear because it has a red snowflake, which is perfect for the week before vacation. Add to that my jingle bell earrings, necklace of sea glass gifted from my sister-in-law in Lewes, DE, and Fred's sparkly gold 3D printed miniature ball suspended within a hollow 3D printed triangle, plus a warm, cozy red sweater, my favorite boots, and comfy gray corduroy jeans, and it's a perfect outfit for sitting on the floor with 1st graders!

The pictures, taken of course by Fred, are in our basement, which is mostly his studio space. The structure I am leaning on is a climbing wall he built several years ago when our now 5 year old granddaughter was not quite 2. She still climbs on it, along with her 2.8 year old brother.

Messiah in Mamaroneck

Several weeks ago, when driving past St Thomas Episcopal Church (a drive I have made hundreds of times in the past 30 plus years) I noticed a sign advertising the upcoming performance of Handel's Messiah on Sunday, December 17th. Upon arriving home I mentioned it to my husband, and we both immediately agreed we should purchase tickets, so we did!

The concert was this past Sunday, and what an experience it proved to be! Inspiring, melodic, joyous, heart tingling, smile-producing, head nodding, body wanting to sway…this production mesmerized us from the very first notes, all played on period instruments, including "a large, French 18th century style double-manual concert harpsichord" that Eric J Milnes, music director for the Church, is hoping to purchase for the Church.

Solos were sung by eight professional singers, with the very able Choir of St Thomas Church providing the Ensemble. In scanning the list of choir members I was struck by one name in particular, Rachel Duval. How many singers could there be with that name? And why did it even matter? Well, the Rachel Duval I know of is married to the head of the lower school where I teach, and yup, as soon as the Ensemble walked to their spots I knew it was, indeed, her!

The music was played by the Ensemble L'harmonie des Saisons, a Period Instrument Orchestra that hails from Canada. Alas, I do not know which baroque violin playing member of the Ensemble had the solos, but her playing was inspired. And I smiled profusely to watch Danny Mallon contort his body to have a line of sight to the conductor so he would know when to play his baroque tympani in the last portions of the performance.

My husband stated "they did a spectacular job" with the performance, and he is not given to superlatives! There was something magical about Sunday's performance. Walking to the Church, a mile and a half from our home, taking in the winter's air and not driving all added to our delight. Upon returning home I sent an email to the head of the lower school sharing our experience and asking that he share our message with Rachel. The next morning he replied that his wife "came home last [night] beaming about the performance being one of the most powerful musical experiences that she has had in recent years." So it was, for us as well!

Below are pictures from most of the paper program, added here as a memory inducer for when we look back on this post in year's to come.


What I Do at School

Tickled to see the publishing of a video that highlights what my colleague and I do during part of our time at school. We are at the lower school campus of a PreK through grade 12 school. The video below cannot be embedded but if you click the link you will be taken to vimeo, where you'll be able to watch the less than 3 minute video. Having (obviously!) been present for all the filming, it's fun to see how it all came together. 



Warmth

Saved for those bone chilling cold mornings when the thermometer registers under 20 degrees and I have to head out before 8 in the morning to drive to school, this dress is the perfect "blanket" to stave off the cold. Over the years it has probably been worn between three and four times each winter since being purchased some 20 years ago from JJill, the exceptions being those winters when my weight did not comfortably fit into the sleek not-quite-form-fitting line of the dress.

This morning the temperature was 17° and my Toyota Camry, as did the Toyota Highlander before it, had a dashboard light come on to register its discontent with the cold! In this case, the sensor that lit up dealt with tire pressure, which registers as low when the temperature goes substantially below freezing. I pulled the car into the driveway so my husband could add air to the tires, and just before leaving for school looked up to see the sun rising between the tree limbs. What strikes me is the color of the sun as photographed from inside the car looking through the windshield.


The Mighty Oak

[Oops! Thought I had published this several weeks ago. However, discovered this morning that it was still a draft. I do not know how to set a publish date (or if it is even possible) so here it is, posted in December rather than on November 12.]

A towering oak, close to 100 years old by our count of its rings, was cut down last Friday to begin the process of clearing the land for the building of a house. This neighborhood was first begun in the late nineteen-teens; our house was built in 1925 and we have had the honor of living in this house for the past 29 years. During all that time the oak tree stood across the street, part of an extra-wide lot that actually consisted of three lots, with a stately house and its side deck taking up a little over one lot and the remainder of the property landscaped with the trees untouched.

In the wider photo below, the oak is the tree on the right.

The owners, their daughters grown and no longer living at home, recently sold the house to a family with children, and the oak tree's land was sold to a developer. And so the tree came down.

I had no idea it would touch me as much as it did. While the tree was still standing, Fred and I wrapped our arms around it and gave it a big hug. And last Sunday I alighted onto the oak's stump and shared with its spirit a poem by Mary Oliver followed by an homage I wrote. Then I scooped up some of the saw dust and released it to the air, as if it was fairy dust blessing the ground. Had I done my research sooner, I would have learned that Native Americans bless their trees before they are cut down.

When I Am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oak and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, "Stay awhile."

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again "It's simple," they say,

"and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine."

The dinosaur (well, it does bear some resemblance!) was not the tree chopper, but it has been parked on the property since the weekend, portending what comes next. And the small piece of wood is a bit of the oak tree, sitting in a new harbor on a small stone wall by the oft-used side entry to our home, a reminder of the mighty oak.

Half Moon

December 10, 2017

What we saw this morning 

Which inspired this

And the sharing of these



Another Husband Favorite

This morning was the second time (first time here) this Fall that my husband strongly suggested we needed a photo of my outfit. Indeed, as he took one and then another photo, he exclaimed "this is fun!" Ah, my fellow blogging buddy is now, dare I say it, hooked! Well, he is responsible for just about all of the outfit pictures. :-)

We had fun with this picture because, especially in the first one (nope, not posting it!), I was clowning around with holding aloft the mobile sculpture made by my husband and hanging above me. Also on the ceiling, at the opposite end of the room, is another sculpture by my husband, only in that one he has programmed LEDs. I will try to take some photos of his LED sculptures and post them because they are quite enjoyable to look at. More about them in another post.

The Hudson River School

Last Sunday we entered the world of Hudson River painters Thomas Cole and Frederick Church. Cole was a founder of The Hudson River School of painting, a style that was tied to the eastern American landscape. Our interest in visiting the historic homes of both these artists was due to my husband's interest in art. 

Cole and Church lived across the river (the Hudson River, of course!) from one another, Cole in Catskill, NY, and Church in Hudson, NY. Back in their day they would take long hikes together to sketch, and traveled across the river by boat (now there is the Rip Van Winkle Bridge.) 

Cole lived in an unassuming home with a welcoming yellow exterior; Church lived in a self-designed house on a hill that is among the more curious homes I've yet to see, in particular due to the front entrance. Church named his home Olana, and I took more photos there simply because of the unusualness of the building.

This first set of Olana pictures is of the exterior including a southwesterly view of the Hudson and the Catskill Mountains beyond.

These last two pictures from Olana include a western view from a window that Church intentionally framed with decoration to look like a picture frame. At the time he built Olana there was no Rip Van Winkle Bridge, but how perfect that the bridge can now be viewed from the window as if it had been placed there on purpose. The second picture is of a window that consists of two glass panels with cut out paper nestled between the panes. This type of scissor cutting art is a German style called scherenschnitte.

Leaving Olana we headed across the bridge to Catskill for lunch at HiLo, a funky place with yummy food. And from there it was a few blocks to the home of Cole. The first picture is of a soothingly-colored mural hanging on the wall at the landing between the first and second floor. The second photo, of the chair with the candle holder, caught my eye for the lighting technology of their day. The final photos are from an exhibit in one of the second floor rooms that has been turned into a studio.

Crystals

Purple and red. Mystery and fire. 

The unknown swirling of the cosmos and the deep heat of the earth. 

Orange and red.

My younger son wrote those words in his birthday card to me. I know how he enjoys crystals and am deeply appreciative that he chose to share that delight with me in two sets of earrings. This pair touched me as graceful and rather different from any earrings I've seen. And I was quite pleasantly surprised to discover that over the course of the day they actually felt lighter and lighter. 
The other earrings are purple and will find their way to a post within the next few days.

Smiling-from-the-heart Mom :-)

November 15

Today was my husband's final day of jury duty, and he just happened to park in a significantly numbered parking spot, for today is also my birthday, and I subtly step from 62 to 63. :-)

And to kick off the morning, my email icon tallied at 63 right next to the recently opened calendar app, 63 on the 15th. :-)
To honor my Mom today, my Dad too but mostly my Mom because she is the person who gave birth to me, I wore three pieces of jewelry that she used to wear and gave to me – earrings, a necklace, and a gold bracelet that has her name on it. This is me with Mom in 2010, and I believe that is her Mom in the black and white photo on the bureau behind her.
And finally, the day in a dress I've been patiently waiting to wear for the first time since it arrived this past summer. It is a swirly dress from ModCloth, meant to be worn sleeveless in the spring, summer or on a warm fall day. Today was a bit too chilly for sleeveless so there is a cream short-sleeve tee underneath (a souvenir gift from Ecuador) and a burnt sienna sweater on top. I am certain that this dress will be worn again, and eventually it will be worn in warm weather where it's burgundy details can better be highlighted.
And the dress speaks swirls for itself. :-)