Archive for the ‘writing’ Category
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Happy Birthday, Momma
I love you so much.
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Sweet Leaf
You saw one happy peek at our Sunday visit to Sweet Leaf on Long Island during our NY trip.
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26.2
I was a runner in high school. Yes, I was a proud member of the group that said things like “my sport is your sport’s punishment” (don’t ask me why that was cool–did it make us tough?)
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A Little Bit West Back East
Stumptown. Started in Portland (taking its name from the city’s nickname), the only location in New York. Fabulous coffee.
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Grumpy McGrumpy Pants
After Gimme! we went to Cafe Grumpy. I didn’t take any pictures because (TMI warning) Macia had a stinky diaper and we needed to find some place to change her and I was thirsty but didn’t want any more coffee and the shop was small inside and it was cold outside and we had done a lot of walking and the Babe and I were tired but she wouldn’t go to sleep in the mei tai.
@thepaulist took better pictures. Um. So I guess it was a… read on…
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Gimme!
I think Macia, by far, had the most fun at Gimme! coffee. The inside of the cafe was so small that, with a wiggly toddler, it only made sense to drink our coffee outside. A bit chilly, but there was a nice bench against a deep window sill which formed a perfect “playpen” for the Babe :)
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Bowery
Bowery Coffee, across the street from the Houston-Bowery Mural Wall, won my vote for “best ambiance.”
Maybe it was the tall ceilings in pressed tin, the copper and green accents, the old peeling white wash on the walls, the antique/industrial touches in the light fixtures and shelving.. or just the general brightness of the room (the mural wall helps with that). It was lovely.
And the cappuccino was darn tasty, too. We didn’t expect any less, of course.
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New York
We had several objectives in visiting New York.
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Time Passeth
I am bad at multi-tasking. Just ask Taylor. If I start a sewing project or a baking endeavor, all else gets put on hold until. it’s. finished.
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It’s A Girl!
Becoming parents has been a funny process for us. Not least because the getting of the Babe has been so unusual and drawn out.
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Fourteen Angels
I remember Momma’s voice. As time goes on after her death, much fades, but I will always remember so much of her voice. [Also, I thank God for all those cheesy home videos we have. It is such a blessing to hear her voice again, even if I know it's only another memory.]
One of the songs she used to sing–not to us, really, but it was in one of the song books we had for piano and she’d play it for me occasionally–was the Fourteen Angels song from a Hansel and Gretel opera.
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danceFIT, pants fit
I don’t think I would have signed up without Viv doing it, too. I’d never done ballet (or any traditional dance, really) and the closest I come to graceful is when I’m on a crowded dance floor
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Back!
Ah, that’s better.
I think the best way to get back into the swing of things is in list-form.
[I will make a rule: I won't post more than one list a week. I can handle that.]
- We had a great visit with Uncle Elliott two weekends ago. I got some cute shots, but haven’t processed them yet. Story of my life.
- I did some sewing this weekend. I finished the Babe’s quilt on Friday and I made her a little romper dress from a romper Momma made me when I was the Babe’s size. It’s super cute. Pictures
… read on…
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A Break
I am going to take a break this week. At least from writing.
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Dreaming
I am restless.
The future is a big mish-mash of mostly-certain and less-certain and not-certain-at-all.
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Randoms
I want to write today, but I can’t form an organized enough thought to do anything other than a list. Still, lists are fun sometimes, too.
–Taylor loves quilts. And kilts. And woolens. And anything knit or crocheted. I knit. I’ve learned (and un-learned) how to crochet. I love wool, and I’m not opposed to kilts (in the right context (no, Taylor, a marathon is not the right context)). But for years I have told him I don’t make quilts. It makes no sense to me to cut up perfectly good material into smaller pieces only to sew them all together… read on…
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Thursday Things I Love
pat-a-pat-pat (telling me she wants to be picked up)
foo-foo-foo (whispered when she’s hungry)
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Let’s Get Cozy
I have another blogger crush. These are the crushes where I look through a blog and drool over every picture, every idea, every made-thing and want it to be my home, my life, my crafts, too.
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The Obligatory Resolutions Post
Do these make sense to you? I think I mostly know what I mean as I list them here. We shall see.
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Two as One
Being apart from Taylor has made me realize how much a part of me he is. I am more than just Anne with him; my identity seems prone to shifting without his anchoring presence near me.
It’s not that I forget that I am a wife, but without one’s husband
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Everybody
Oh, Pandora. You slay me with your Pink Martini station. Have a listen with me this evening:
Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson
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To Tear
You can read “tear” two ways. One, those salty-secretions from your eyes–in joy or sorrow or laughter or allergies. Two, as in things-torn, the act of ripping
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Goodnight, Baby
We love to sing to our Little Girl.. and when I get to put her to sleep, I have a special song I like to sing. You’ve probably heard it before. Here are the words.
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Kindred
When I first discovered Ashley Rodriguez through her blog, her then-current post was a recipe for bacon caramels. I instantly fell in love.
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An Invitation
Welcome.
For renidemus is, first and foremost, an invitation. An invitation to sit down with me, to read what I can offer you, and to offer your thoughts in return.
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Hungry for More?
Before I moved in here, I had cozy little digs at blogspot, which served me well for several years. But things change, husbands get in to web development, and new spaces are created.
If you’re looking for more to read or want to hear more details of my story, go have a look-see at the past and let me know what you think.
Thanks so much for stopping by!