Birthday in the Park

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Fun and games with the birthday boy turning double digits.  Games, play, costumes, searching for gems, pulled pork sliders and picnic food.  What fun!

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The birthday boy and his “crew” prepare for battle.

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First game of Kid Kubb goes to the little ones.

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“Wind” blows

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The “Shadow” knows

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“Fire” crackles

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“Death” ….scary

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Mom and Dad still have the energy to smile after hosting such a full energy bash.

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The birthday boy dabs out.

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The Weather Vane

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I remember a time when I could juggle countless activities with the agility of a pro.  No matter how (or from where) the wind blew, I could face the new challenge.

The harder the wind would whip the weather vane, the more creative I became.

Over time the wind stilled and the weather vane stopped its movement.

That’s what I thought at first.  But flying scarves, dancing leaves, and the sound of wind chimes told a different story.  It was not the wind, but the weather vane that had changed.  Broken? Rusty? Bent?  Something was wrong.

In the last few months, I have focused so much in one direction that my weather vane had frozen.  Creativity slowed…connections unraveled.

My task at hand is to take a clear look at the weather vane and bit by bit fix its frozen parts.  Oil for rust, hammer for true calibration, and polish for beauty.  This is the job before me.  I prepare myself for the wind and accept the challenge.

 

Christmas Pleasures

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A few years back, my husband decided to challenge himself by creating a beautiful pastel using angels and things around the house and yard.  He brought in boughs and rose cones from our backyard cedar.   I collected some angels, candles, and ornaments and organized the still life.  It took him days (weeks?) to do the pastel, but once framed, takes center stage over the mantle each Christmas.

As we unpack the angels, my favorite task is to dress the mantle.  I like to place the three angels used in the still life near his art piece.

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I remember sharing last year’s mantel in this blog. (Added it below)  It is about the same….little changes.  But still I keep the three angels nestled around the pastel my husband lovingly created for our home.

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A year at the coast (not really)

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Dreams and goals are a funny lot.  They change or intensify as other things either move out of the way, take their place, or come true.

I once had a dream to live on the coast.  I didn’t have to live there forever….just one year.  I wanted to see all the seasons, storms and all.  My life changed and without regret, I put that dream in my back pocket.

It’s years later, and I dusted off that dream and looked at it in a different way.  What if hubs and I stayed 3 days and 2 nights at the coast each month for an entire year. That would do it!

Last month was our Ocean family reunion  Fox Fun

November, hubs and I stayed at a favorite spot in Lincoln City “The Sandcastle.”  The weather was nippy, indeed, but I saw several rainbows over the ocean.  What a hopeful image.  We also watched a seal travel north to south, popping its head up every once in a while.  Our eyes were glued to the waves when one or the other of us would call out….”there it is”……….. “there it is”…….. “there it is.”

We took some time out of our ocean watching to pop in and out of the quirky little shops downtown. Unhurried, we were able to chat with some of the store owners.  Being November, downtown looked like a ghost town.  But hubs and I were content. Some of that had to do with his favorite pizza place, Tie-Dye Pizza, being open.

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In the middle of the night I crept to the curtains and peeked out. The tide was out and above, clouds had parted enough for me to gaze at the stars.  On our last morning we saw patches of glorious blue sky.  While this picture does not show it, what looks like a speck in the center of the photo is really a half moon.

On our way home we saw that someone with time and a sense of humor had grown a smiley face on the side of a hill.  From our view it looked a little like “The Grinch that Stole Christmas” but I am sure the intent was a smiley face.

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A lovely weekend.  Goodbye ocean…..see you next month.