Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

We finally got a decent amount of rain here, and the heat wave is over. Tom is baking bread again and even  experimenting with bagels.  They were more like soft pretzels shaped like bagels, but they were good! I'm not sure what a real bagel tastes like anyway, being accustomed to the grocery store variety.

We're starting to get lots of fresh veggies. We got tomatillos and cilantro from our CSA this week, and I made my first-ever salsa verde, which was very easy and very tasty.   My tomatoes are looking good, and we're going to have a whole lot of them soon!  In another corner of the garden, it's a race to see how many more zucchini I can salvage  before the plants give up the ghost. They've been attacked by powdery mildew. I learned the other day, from a bit I noticed when leafing through the Jamestown Gazette (while waiting for my sub at Jumbroni's), that you can protect squash plants from mildew diseases by spraying them with a homemade mixture of baking soda, liquid soap, and water, when the weather is hot and humid. However, it doesn't do much good once the plants are already infected. Oh well--I'll tuck that  info away for next year.

The recent rainy weather provided an opportunity to get some more work done inside the house--now that we have this mountain of stuff from our other house in the garage, and we have to figure out what to do with it.

This is hard. It's like...culture shock. Nothing in my experience has prepared me for condensing my life into such a small space. The ever-pervasive media (magazines, TV shows and ads) bombard us with messages that we need MORE square footage to adorn with the latest, most fashionable paint colors, flooring and counter-top materials, appliances, cabinets, furniture, art, ACCESSORIES, you name it. These things improve your lifestyle and make your real estate more valuable! Stainless steel appliances, outdoor kitchens, water features, master suites, king size beds, BONUS ROOMS--all MUST HAVE! So our homes have become "investments," and our "success" is measured not by the content of our character, but by the amount of really cool stuff we can accumulate.

Which is nuts. Why do we buy this crap?

But, giving up those lemming-like ways is like learning how to live all over again, in such a way that functionality has more value than status, fashion, cachet, prestige, however you want to characterize what is basically "keeping up with the Joneses."  We don't even do it consciously, we're just running with the pack, going with the flow, until we reach the dawning awareness that life is finite, precious, and we waste so much of it in pursuit of what is JUST STUFF.  Stuff that we nonetheless manage to get emotionally invested in.

There's nothing wrong with creating living spaces that are comfortable and aesthetically pleasing. When I had too much space, I didn't have to think very much about how to arrange things and where to store things. There was always room. Now I am really challenging myself and often getting frustrated because old habits have become irrelevant in my new reality, and I can't fall back on them.  I'm uncomfortable because everything feels so transitory and unfinished, but I haven't yet figured out what "finished" is going to look like.

I just know that when it finally "gets there,"  it's going to make a lot more sense than the lifestyle I've been accustomed to for so long.

Happy 100th Birthday, Lucy!

So I grabbed the camera and we went downtown yesterday to check out the fun at the Lucy festival. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, so they say, I'm going to let my photos speak for themselves. Enjoy!

   

    

 

 

 

Catching up

We've spent the past week catching up and getting back into the local groove.

The unpacking is going well, I think, if a bit slowly, as we figure out where everything belongs. We are still going to need a little bit more indoor space, and it's a matter of how and when, not if.

Meanwhile, we're really enjoying the new outdoor space and the "white border"is coming together pretty well. Yeah, I know, you're seeing pink things and a hydrangea bush with NO flowers, chewed to nubs by deer.  But should it recover and bloom, those flowers will be white; ditto the rose trellis intended for the front of the shed, which we can get now that we've gotten our Element back from the body shop. (Even though the rose is...pink. Okay, so I thought a little pink went nicely with the white.)  In case I forgot to mention it, while we were in the middle of moving, I got my car door crunched by another driver in the Home Depot parking lot. $2000 worth of crunching. And we've been driving a little itty bitty rental car for the past week while the door has been getting replaced.

Last Sunday, we went to our church picnic, graciously hosted by Len and Carole Faulk at their lovely home (with a lovely pool that our grandson would have enjoyed if only he had visited us a week later!)  We  had a wonderful time catching up with some of our favorite people and met a few new ones too, like Angelo and Ylsa Giuffre, a  young hometown couple who are starting a new non-profit to support local artists. It's exciting to see young people plunging ahead with building the community. We need more young people to stay (or move in) and contribute, of course--the latest census shows Jamestown is strong in the baby boomer category, but especially weak in the 25-44 group. Can anybody say...JOBS?   We've got to stop sending everything overseas.  Support your local economy, people! 

We took time out this week to do some browsing at antique shops and estate sales (we weren't really shopping--we have enough stuff to deal with right now) and had lunch at some local establishments. Jamestown is especially bustling right now with the Lucy Fest--celebrating hometown gal Lucille Ball's 100th birthday.  This brings in fans from everywhere--and being a milestone year, there is special entertainment with  big names like Joan Rivers and Paula Poundstone.  This Saturday at 2 pm, everyone is being urged to "Be a Lucy!" (for a $5 registration fee, you even get a basic costume to help you out!)--as an attempt is made to set a Guinness Book record for the most Lucy impersonators in one place at the same time. Tracy Plaza will be the site of this people watching event extraordinaire. I'll be there with my camera!

This morning we went out to the farm in Cherry Creek (Roots & Wings, our CSA) to say hello to the chickens and pigs and put in a couple of hours of work. It's been a very hard year for the farmers (and gardeners!)  because of the lack of cooperation from Mother Nature. The weeds always manage to come out ahead in the struggle, which is why they are weeds, I guess.  Well, we took part in a weed massacre and uncovered a couple of rows of potato plants!  It's also garlic harvest time, and we spent some of our time laying them out in trays to dry.

Afterwards, we stopped by the "Wild West Side" garage sales in the Royal Avenue neighborhood, which is one of the Renaissance Block Challenge groups.  These are older neighborhoods engaged in collaborative efforts to make improvements and revitalize their neighborhoods. They are eligible for matching funds, discounts from sponsoring merchants,  and design assistance. The old houses are looking good,  their porches dressed with flower boxes and hanging planters...which I think of as "jewelry" for houses. And the organizing efforts of some residents are evident in their well planned garage sale event. It gives me ideas.

But right now, I'm ready for a nap.

Escape from Suburbia update

Well, hello there. We're back. 

My unexpected hiatus from this place began with an event that suddenly forced us to spend a lot of time in Cleveland: the property management company found a tenant for our house there.

That meant we really had to move, finally.  All the careful staging and stuff just resting there until we could find a place for it had to be cleared out.

We did it. Sold a lot of unneeded furniture and stuff via Craigslist and a three-day moving sale. Donated tons more to Goodwill, Easter Seals, and the Salvation Army. Even placed a few items on the front lawn with a "FREE" sign and they disappeared as they were supposed to.

A plant-loving neighbor took in "Gorgo," my so-huge-it-has-its-own-zipcode tree philodendron which has occupied front and center in the 12-foot bow window for about 15 years. Gorgo was like family, but she practically needs a room of her own, and I could use a couple more of those myself in this little house. So she needed to be rehomed. I know she will be well cared for.

The tenant was okay with us leaving the dining room set and piano (two items too large to rehome on such short notice)  in the house for him to use for the next 24 months. And voila! Our home of 23 years is now a rental property. It feels weird, but the monthly income is appealing.

We picked the hottest days of the year for moving (heat index was 110 as we loaded up the last of the boxes and mopped the floors and wrung ourselves out), but we survived. Now, our garage here is chock full and the thinning out process continues...but at a more leisurely pace. Our house is still too small, but this photo of a skinny house in Warsaw, designed as a writer's straitjacket retreat,  made me feel like I'm living large by comparison.

In the midst of the chaos, we had visits from both of our kids, which was crazy fun.  Our new outdoor living space was very much appreciated. I was craving that "dinners on the patio" ambience, and we made it reality.

We finally got to do some of the things with our grandson that we've been wanting to do--picnics and the beach and his first boat ride and kite flying and a trip to Peterson's candy store.

My garden is getting daily attention again. I have a new blank canvas (pile of dirt) in front of the garden shed, and Mike's nursery has 25% off on all trees, shrubs, and perennials, and $10 roses this week! Since I have so much color in the front garden, I'm considering an all-white border in this space. We'll see.

Looks like another rainy day today. It's very welcome, after the extended hot and dry spell. I'll be unpacking some boxes and rearranging my space. This is home now.

We have a patio

The pavers are in place, though we still have a few details to finish. We also have a crushed stone pathway between the patio and the garage deck, so it is now possible to make the trip from back door to garage without feet touching mud. Yay!

Our neighbor Ronnie got into the act by mowing our lawn for us while we were busy spreading  gravel.We are lucky to have such good neighbors.

We still have a lot of dirt that needs to be moved around (so much that I'm thinking about offering to make raised beds for my neighbors on both sides) and planting beds to be designed.  Today it's cool and cloudy, a good day for working outside, once I reach the optimal level of caffeination

Then, this evening's event:  a $5 Tasting Party at Labyrinth.  From 5-9 pm, $5 buys you samples from their newly introduced yummy dinner menu. This is THE place in town for vegetarian and vegan cuisine. Even if you're not a vegetarian or vegan, it's just very delicious food. The coffee is good too. Smoothies are a specialty too.  Live evening entertainment is often part of the deal.  This is the kind of homegrown business establishment we love to support.

This week in my world

Summer officially arrived this week and with it came the first installment of garden fresh goodies from our CSA. I have discovered that garlic scapes thrown into the food processer with walnuts, olive oil and a little bit of parmesan,  make delicious pesto.

It's also strawberry picking time, but the uncooperative weather these past couple of days has thwarted our plans. No worries, we'll get to it. I love having my homemade strawberry jam in the middle of winter.

We made another dash to Cleveland this week to tend to the garden at our still-not-sold house there. These are such frustrating times in the real estate market. It's not as if we're peddling some derelict property--it's a nice, spacious, mid-century suburban family-size home, safe neighborhood, all the major updating done, freshly painted in neutral colors, and the price considerably reduced from our original starting point.  STILL NOT ONE OFFER.  Maybe if a tree fell on it, it would be more attractive to prospective buyers in this market. 


We've switched over to hoping for a good tenant on a 12-month lease and have given up on the idea of expanding This Little House anytime soon. Instead, we're taking on mini-projects, one at a time, to improve our quality of life. Things like a new ceiling fan in the bedroom, and a new toilet--one of those high-efficiency models that can flush a bucket of golf balls (were we so inclined) to replace the ancient water-waster that came with the place when we bought it. 

Bring on the pigs!

We're planning to lay pavers for a new patio in time for the kids' 4th of July visit, but this week's frequent downpours have turned the site into a mud-wrestling pit and slowed our progress.  The forecast for this week is hopeful, however...


With regard to my veggie garden, so far so good! I will definitely have more raised beds next year, since this one has required so little effort.

The rain seems to have stopped (there was still a fine drizzle coming down when I took the dog for his morning walk), but it remains cool, dreary, and muddy, which tends to kill all ambition.  Time for a mocha and a good book!

Random stuff

Yesterday's unseasonably cool weather kept me indoors for most of the day, googling photos of backyard landscapes in search of inspiration for our own ongoing projects. The big goal--to create an outdoor living and gardening space minus lawn mowing and MUD.  The first step is complete: Tom finishing the decking between the garage and garden shed, so no more mud there!  We still have a long way to go, however, and a lot of dirt to move around. We should be able to manage a halfway civilized space for July 4th, when the grandson and his parents will be here.

I did go out twice yesterday to walk the dog,  which led to this recurring random thought...we clean up after our pet, is it really too much to expect others to do the same?  Especially those who walk very LARGE dogs and leave landmines right in the walkway. You can buy biodegradable bags for this very purpose. Picking up dog poop isn't one of my most favorite activities either, but it's one of the responsibilities of pet ownership.

I was reading about the Kansas City Chiefs player they're calling a hero for diving into a swimming pool at a party to save a friend's young child who had gone under. Which reminded me that my daughter Erin, at the age of 12 or thereabouts, did the very same thing at a Girl Scout "splash party" when one of my 6-yr-old Brownies strayed into too-deep water while the lifeguard was zoned out. The news didn't go out worldwide over wire services, but Erin was a hero too, one of the everyday unsung kind who do the right thing every day.

If you looked at the photo of my Baffin rose last week and thought "Big deal," you probably didn't notice all the tiny buds. It looks like this now.

The safflower bird seed with hot peppers--which songbirds like-- that I buy to keep the squirrels, deer, and "bully birds" from hogging it all has attracted... pigeons.  Who knew they like hot, spicy food!  They look like 747's coming in for a landing on the feeder.

Today is a beautiful day in the neighborhood, which means it's time to mow the lawn.   Namaste.