C. S. Lewis

"It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad."


Monday, March 2, 2015

The ring goes south

Zorro's grandfather passed away recently. We piled into the van with the rest of the family and drove down to Florida for the funeral--joining the rest of the large extended family down in Tampa. It's one of those terrible wonderfuls. It is wonderful that the family gets together, it's terrible why. It was the first time I had met most of Zorro's aunts and uncles, and any of his cousins. It was so good to meet everyone, and learn more of the family history. But, this post isn't about that, really.

This post is about the journey.

I'm a northern girl, and while I have been to Florida before I have not been to South Carolina or Georgia (Atlanta Airport notwithstanding), and I have certainly not driven to Florida.

I've had very little experience with the true south (other than Southern Living, and my old roommate the Pianist) so when we saw these at a gas station in South Carolina, it was a combination of horror and wonder. Almost like being offered a roasted cricket.

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You're not in New England anymore.

I was also impressed with just how much of the south was swampy. At least along route 95, South Carolina and Georgia have a lot of swamp. And you can smell it.

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those are pine trees acting like palm trees
I should also mention that this journey started far before morning. For some in the car, 3:30am, for Zorro and I, 4:30am. So, I was kind of surprised when I downloaded my pictures and discovered smiling faces in this shot (taken after a short break in the afternoon).

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We met Scarlet in Georgia. Who knew she worked at the welcome center.

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Also in GA, there were large, noisy, starling-like birds sitting in a tree loudly gossiping about the people at the rest stop.

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The sun was setting when we hit Florida. It was a really pretty sunset, which I could not capture from the car. We also hit traffic in Florida, and as usual the last leg of the journey was by far the longest.

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But we rolled in and collapsed into beds in our motel around 11pm. Alive. Tired, but alive.

The next day was filled with emotion and exhaustion and flowers and tears as we joined the family to say goodbye to the father of 7, grandfather of 24.

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After the funeral the family gathered at the grandparents' apartment. Among other things, the celebrated the birthdays of everyone whose birthday fell within 2-3 weeks of the event. I guess that is one of the things that makes family--standing around singing 15 different versions of happy birthday after a funeral. It was a beautiful moment.

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Speaking of beautiful moments, we also had the opportunity to  go through their old photo albums--with a whole slew of family present to answer questions about who was in the pictures. I wish I could have written it all down! This is Zorro's grandmother on her wedding day, what a picture!

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As you can imagine, bedtime was late, and everyone was even more exhausted than before. But I really feel that the day was a good celebration of life. Zorro's grandfather is with Christ now, and he had a full, vibrant life and lots of vibrant children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. It is fitting to weep, but it was also fitting to still remember everyone's birthdays.

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Friday, February 27, 2015

more fur vest

I really like my fur vest. It's warm, it's a statement piece. It makes me laugh. It places "finishing touch" well.

Nothing in this outfit is new--some of it is several years old. Yay for keepers.



VS skirt. Leggings and plaid shirt from Marshals. Belt from AE. St John's Bay shoes from JC Penney. 

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

winter sun

There isn't a whole lot you can do when the footing is awful and the weather is hostile. But you can hone your groundwork. You can go exploring in hand. You can just spend a little time grooming a horse who is very tired of wearing blankets. You can boredom bust for these working animals for just a little while.

It goes a long way for winning affection and affability come better riding weather.

We have gotten a little riding in--and it's gone very well.

And on the warm days, a good grooming (this shot is from a couple weeks ago, it is not this warm this week)



Tuesday, February 24, 2015


So, at my request, my mother brought down one of her clematis plants for me. She'd moved it several times and just didn't have a place for it, and I was more than happy to take it off her hands. I think the color is called Polish Pride, and it is a valiant little sucker. I left the pot outside till the top died and then brought it in.

By New Years it had sprouted. It grew like a weed all January and I had to tie it to bamboo stakes to dissuade it from the door handle.

Then it developed buds. The buds got big. And on Valentine's Day, the first bud started to open:


See that out the window behind the flower? That's snow. I've got a clematis happy as a clam next to my front door, totally oblivious to the daily arctic blasts, and the snow out the window. Pretty amazing.


Friday, February 20, 2015

Red and Hermes

I found some black dress pants finally. I really like them. They really like me. It's added some good inspiration to my existing wardrobe.


VanHeusen shirt, Kohl's pants, Hermes reproduction scarf (gifted). Jewelmint bracelet. Tom's desert booties.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

golden light

Yesterday morning, the sun was pure gold against the snow. It was breathtaking. Yes, it was 9 degrees. But it's just a season, and it's a season of great beauty.




Wednesday, February 18, 2015

V-day for Geeks

Zorro told me about how last week his co-workers were all talking about what they got their wives for V-day and discussing whether or not a recent anniversary gift of the big gem variety absolves you from a V-day observance (the consensus among the men was no) and further discussion of jewelry and flowers, etc.

He decided not to tell them that he'd bought me the Expendables 3 and the most adorable Dancing Groot bobble head--or that I would be way more delighted about those two things than about jewelry.

Yeah. He knows me.

I mean, yes, I enjoy jewelry as gifts.

I'm just not that likely to light up and bounce up and down and say "can we watch it tonight???"

We totally watched Expendables 3 after dinner on Valentines' Day.


And dinner was amazing:


And the flowers were amazing, too:


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