Corraling the Clutter

This is what I have been doing all weekend. No blogging, no surfing the net and no whining about my messy house. I have been a busy bee and , with the help of my old Prospector, getting some furniture moved around.
I was in kind of a funk on Friday. That's what I call a small depression of the mind. I know from experience that the best thing I can do, when in a funky mood, is something physical. So, on the weekend, there was no blogging, or letting myself wallow in problems that have no solution at the moment or trying to find answers that haven't appeared yet. No! It was time to "get physical".

First we got the newly painted bookcase into the guestroom/craft room. Then we moved a few pieces of furniture, from other places in the house, into one location so that I can FIND everything without cruising the whole house for some lost container. At least this confines my madness to one room. I do still have to use the kitchen table for most artwork, so I will need a bigger table in this room.
There will be some shelves on the wall later and possibly another cabinet above the bookcase , if it ever gets painted. I have a table in the garage, also ,which needs to be painted. Will this ever end? I'm not willing to get rid of the bed so I can have the table under the window. But,this is where it should be and where it would have wonderful light and then I could put rolling storage bins underneath.
There are no photos of the other side of the room because..., well..., it's still a mess. But today is new day, folks.

My mother's beautiful buffet is in the house now. The top of it is still in the garage, in pieces, and waiting for a "rebirth of wonder" as Ferlinghetti would say. I call it sanding and staining. The Prospector calls it a lot of work. This is the "default" place for it right now, until I sell the piano( which I don't really want to do.). It may stay here for a while..., but it's in the house and safe. The black cabinet that was on that wall is in the guestroom now.
We moved a chest of drawers from the guest room to our bedroom. Now my husband has a more "masculine" corner; a place to sit and room for his socks and "stuff" (He has stuff too. I'm not the only collector around here). It looks much nicer than my old fufu dresser with the girly things on it but I do miss the mirror. We will have to work on that.
We moved the "gold" cabinet from the hallway into the bedroom. It looks a lot better than the old white hamper, don't you think?
Finally, after almost 13 years, things are falling into place..., sort of. Well, "falling into place" isn't quite the right figure of speech, but let's be kind about this, because soon they will have a syndrome with a special name for what it is that I suffer from. Something like the "clutter syndrome" or an "accumulation disorder". It will be as common as ADHD, and the cure will be to MOVE and take only half of everything with you. You have no idea how difficult that would be. Does anyone know if there is a twelve step program for this disability? I don't want an intervention..., so don't even drive up this mountain with a moving truck.



Now, for a little change of pace. Dinner Saturday night was mostly leftovers that were sent home with us from Thanksgiving but I made something else that I have to tell you about. ...
I have a childhood friend, who I found recently. Actually, she found me and it's a very long and wonderful story which I will tell you about in a separate post. Anyway, she sent me a recipe for TURKEY NECKS and you have got to try this. They are delicious. Here's what you do with them.

Boil the turkey necks for 1-1/2 hours in water with 2 chicken bouillon cubes, 1 tsp. poultry seasoning, slice of onion(size doesn't matter! just a chunk for flavoring),1 cut-up rib of celery. When done, remove and put in a roasting pan and baste with margarine (or, I prefer 3 Tablespoons of Olive oil & 1 Tablespoon of butter), salt lightly and bake at 400 degrees for 10-15 minutes on each side to brown and crisp a little.

That's it. I'm telling you..., these were so good with all the leftovers ( especially mashed potatoes) and tasted so much better than "white meat" turkey. This is going into my "really good" recipe folder for future fixings.

Well..., got to go. I've got more clutter removal to do this afternoon. This is so satisfying. My friend "C" would be proud of me. She has the beautiful, white, uncluttered, simple living apartment down in Sacramento that I so admire. I will never achieve what she has done because I'm such a "furniture person" and a hoarder, but she is my shinning example and that goal , that "ring" that I reach for on the merry-go-round of my cluttered life.

Cranberry Sauce and the Big Day

On Wednesday I made cranberry sauce. I use a recipe on the back of the Ocean Spray bag of cranberries and tweaked it a little.
Here are the basics:
Pour 1C. water and 1C. sugar into a big pan. Bring to a boil.
Add a 12 oz. package of fresh Cranberries, return to a boil, and reduce heat.
Boil gently for 10 minutes, stirring once in a while.
Pour sauce into a bowl and cool completely at room temperature.
Refrigerate until serving time.
Makes 2 1/4 cups.

Tweaking the recipe:
I add the zest of one orange to the sugar and water.
I added 1/4 c. more sugar too. This balances the tart orange rind.
..., and when the cooking is done I take a metal potato masher and "smash" the berries. I like the consistency of the sauce better( and so does everyone else) when I use the masher.
I doubled the recipe.

Wednesday night I made some brownies with pecans and wrapped a present for the hostess who just had a birthday.

I thought that this photo was appropriate considering the subject matter. Sometime during the year I bought this small, folded down box(ephemera for a collage) and it just seemed to go with this post. They didn't say "dried" cranberries back in 1906. They were called "evaporated". I find that interesting. It sounds nicer. In a time when refrigeration and freezing were not wide spread, this must have been a wonderful convenience. (Please click on photo for a close-up.)

We drove for two hours down to the Prospector's brother's house in the Bay Area. It was a wonderful day with delicious food and a chance to see all the relatives. They had 17 people for dinner..., including 3 dogs. We took Carl with us.
He was such a good dog; very social and a rather good traveler. Although, we had to stop twice on the way home because the pupster needed to make a rest stop. One time in the middle of the central valley, on the side of the road, in the dark, next to a grape vineyard and then, AGAIN, at a gas station. It was like having a child with us. Then he settled into his crate for a quiet ride back up into the foothills and home.

In addition to the great dinner, my brother and sister-in-law sent us home with leftovers, cookies, nut bread, jam, pomegranates, a beautiful calendar and..., pillows. PILLOWS? Yes, pillows. Two brand new pillows with covers. Now, I don't know about all of you out there, but that is one practical gift that I would never think to buy someone..., and it's so cool. We needed new pillows. Every year I like to replace our pillows and I guess someone was reading my mind.
My brother and sister-in-law, in addition to having all of us there for dinner twice a year and doing all that cooking and baking, are foster parents. They have 3 adopted children and one biological child. They just adopted a boy this summer. He has many disabilities. He's such a lucky little boy. We have so much admiration for this family. This was the first year that they didn't have a couple of extra children living with them for the holidays. YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!! Thanks for the wonderful Thanksgiving day.

I wish that we lived closer to our family but, right now, we love where we live and we can still get down there in a reasonable amount of time. Until we get too old to be here we will just keep this old farm and do the driving. It was worth it. I got to see the family and **my grandkids** all at the same time. Yeah, it was a good day. There is so much to be thankful for.

Deer Dilemma

"HEY"

"MOM!..., the turkey are eating our dinner."

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

A Truly Vintage Purse

My mother-in-law gave me this purse many years ago. For a long time I had it put away in a drawer and then I realized that it might look nice on the wall in the guestroom. This month I took everything off the wall because I really am working on this workroom/craft space/computer/still a guestroom area that is slowly becoming....
I realized that I had never shown this purse on Vintage Thursdays and that it was time to show everyone what a lovely gift my Mother-in-law gave me so long ago. Thank you, Vi. Sometimes it takes getting older to appreciate the value of things.

This is an Alumesh purse with a Bakelite clasp and chain. This classic, vintage purse is quite indicative of the style that was made popular by the Whiting and Davis Company in the 40's. Alumesh was a process that produced enameled aluminum mesh and the Whiting and Davis purse company utilizing this fabrication because it had the look and feel of vintage beaded purses and was very durable.
The lining is made with a black Faille fabric that is beautiful and looks like its brand new. I don't think that this purse was used too often. It's in excellent shape and has no worn areas at all. The tag on the inside had all the names on it that I used to research the information I was able to give you in this post.
This purse is pristine and in extremely fine condition. I saw a similar one on Ebay for $285.00, but most of them run about $40.00 or $50.00. I can see why folks want to collect these vintage purses. They're beautiful and are made so much better than most purses today.


The second and last photo are so different in tone and color because I took one in natural light and one under a lamp. Then I also got carried away trying to adjust the colors with Picasa3. Oh my! Sometimes I should just leave the photos alone. Anyway, remember to save those old purses. Don't give them to the thrift shops and consignment stores until you know what they are worth and until you're old enough to appreciate them.
I won't be giving this to anyone, soon, except maybe my daughter-in law. She will surely appreciate it more than I did. Vintage is so much more popular than it use to be. But, for a while, I will hang in up somewhere and admire it. I do think it's quite beautiful....

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Tuesday's Show & Tail: Tentative Friendship

What's an old dog supposed to do when a little monster puppy comes into her life. A Corgi puppy is more than just a puppy. A Corgi puppy is a force of nature that has to be dealt with. Maggie, our Shepherd mix, is almost 14 years old and that, folks, is 98yrs old in equivalent human years. She sleeps a lot, has arthritis, can't see or hear very well anymore and has the usual aches and pains that any 98 year old would have.
Carl, the pupster, has none of these problems and doesn't understand or empathize with the "old lady". Its been a rough 6 months.

But, all of a sudden, there has been a change. It is as if Carl has finally reach a level of maturity and understanding about Maggie's age and condition. I don't know exactly when this happened but it could have been the one time that Maggie struck back after Carl, relentlessly, kept biting her tail and her ears and then grabbed her sore back leg. We didn't see everything that happened but Maggie finally "had it" and she swung out and nipped Carl's ear..., hard. Carl was surprised and he ran under our bed. He goes there when he has taken something like a shoe or piece of clothing that he knows he is not supposed to have...., and when he thinks he is in "big trouble". I guess he thought that Maggie was giving him "big trouble" because he just stayed under the bed and wouldn't come to us when we tried to get him to come out.
The next morning he was a much more subdued puppy and when they were up on the sofa I got this photo (above) of Carl's paw on Maggies. I think they finally made their peace with each other.

Carl still has his moments and they can be brutal but mostly, now, they seem to be friends.

The old lady and the one year old. (Carl had a birthday on Nov 11.) Look at them. We love them both...., and now, I think, they will be good friends until Maggie is no longer with us. She will just have to put Carl in his place once in a while and tell him who used to be boss around here back in the day. It's the old generation gap...., even in the dog world.

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Moment of Crazy Pre-Holiday Insight

When I walk outside and see the Ginko tree with yellow-gold leaves sparkling with rain water....

And the

Toyon berries dripping with diamond like droplets ....

..., and then the Chinese Talon turns all these shades of red and the yellow finches sit like ornaments in between the leaves against the blue sky of morning. I hear myself thinking..., nature decorates the season. What could I add to make this more beautiful? What store bought decoration could I hang that would enhance the beauty of this season? Nothing.
I see all the Christmas decor filling the stores and ,I must admit, I'm tempted to buy more. I have boxes filled with decorations, accumulated over the years, waiting to be opened and yet I see something that I think I have to buy, bring home and add to the over abundance of "things" that I already have. What is this obsession? This need to add one more thing. To embellish beyond the point of reason.
I know I need to stay away from the stores. Even in a small town there is an inordinate amount of seasonal selling. I just stopped off at our local thrift shop and left three more bags of items that I told myself I didn't need anymore. Why then, did I immediately drive to Wal-mart and , even though I went for dog food and chicken scratch, I pushed my cart down the CHRISTMAS isle and picked up four little "frame" ornaments. Of course! I needed them! They are just perfect for the new photos of my grandchildren and our newly adopted nephew. Of course! They are cute , red and.., well., there were only 4 left..., so I bought them all.
I did resist the set of outdoor lights that look like blue icicles( I know I have some white icicle lights somewhere)and I don't NEED blue icicle lights...., but wouldn't they be pretty across the front porch.? Blue, sparkle, dazzle..., lifting the porch ,at night, to a whole new level of luminous elegance. But..., what would the dogs think, on their nightly run outside? Would these blue lights scare the cat up onto the roof again? What would Brownie have to say about BLUE LIGHTS? Probably don't need to buy them.... I'll go find the old ones..., the clear icicles that make the porch look just lovely...., they are in the garage somewhere. I just have to find them...., somewhere......, in there.

The Visitor

Late one night I was working at my computer desk and this moth flew right past my face and landed on a folder. It startled me. It must have come into the house when I went outside with Carl before bedtime. Since mine was the only light that was on in a dark house it was naturally drawn to my desk.
Pretty little thing. I looked it up in the field guide and I'm sure it's a Tiger Moth of some kind; maybe a "spotted" one. I should have caught and taken it outside but I didn't. I just finished what I was doing, turned the light off and went to bed. Now, I can't find it.









Maybe tonight it will come flying toward the lamplight, again, and I can help it find its way back outside where it belongs. Did you know that moths can hear? They have a "hearing" organ, called a Tympanum, on each side of the thorax. Amazing! Was he listening to me.


He (I'm guessing..., it could be a "she") stayed for a long time and even when I touched him he stayed. We had a "moment" this moth and I. Even when I least expect that something will happen..., something does.
It might be what Mary Oliver refers to as the "greatest gift"....,"Could it be the world itself?"...,"That you have a life that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own." and her instructions for living one's life:
"Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it...."

A Little Bit of This and That

The latest on "billy goat gruff".... He is doing very well. The purple bandage is gone. He must have rubbed it off on a tree or the fence. His short horn looks kind of funny but I would never tell him that. He has, somehow, built some self-esteem in the herd from this ordeal so it's best to just tell him he looks handsome and leave it go while were ahead.
He came out to greet me this morning, complained about the wind and the incoming storm..., and then walked back into the goat house. Love ya Brownie.....

Storms coming in fast. The wind is picking up and the sky is this wonderful color of blue and creme. The fall color against the cloudy sky is beautiful.
The house is warm and comforting as I walk back into it and stand here looking through the windows. I love the coming of a storm..., the anticipation of winter..., and the holidays. It's a thankful feeling. It's the promise of needed rain and the slowing down of life, for a while. I love this time of year...

And with the slowing down, the anticipation, comes a magazine that lifts the spirits and makes me want to climb the stairs in the garage and drag out all the boxes of Christmas decorations. A magazine that inspires, with lovely ideas for the home and delicious food and homemade gifts. If you haven't picked up ROMANTIC HOMES yet..., do. If you want to be motivated, spurred on, or need a reason to sit down with a cup of tea or coffee on a rainy afternoon..., just pick up this magazine, find that corner with the comfortable chair and spend an hour or two sitting quietly, looking at the charm and loveliness of the holidays. What else can you do on a stormy day? Relax...., give yourself a moment of silence before the storm.

Why I love this poet.

Black Swallowtail

The caterpillar,
interesting but now exactly lovely,
humped along among the parsley leaves
eating, always eating. Then
one night it was gone and in its place
a small green confinement hung by two silk threads
on a parsley stem. I think it took nothing with it
except faith, and patience. And then one morning

it expressed itself into the most beautiful being.

( for Nina )

Wordless Wednesday: Annibel at Sunset

This...,


plus this....

equals this.

(Collage made on Picasa 3)

The Saturday Evening Post- Feb. 10, 1912

I get caught up in the longevity of some old newspapers or magazines. When something so old survives the ravages of time and is still in one piece it just amazes me. I found this old Saturday Evening Post in a box of papers, not separated from everything else or in a protective sleeve, but just sitting in the bottom of the box. It was laying there..., a bit frayed around the edges, with some pages torn and it was dated February 10, 1912. Two areas were cut out with scissors ,like you would cut out a coupon. Both ads that were cut out said that you could send for more information. I guess someone did.
February 10, 1912. That's old!! In 3 years it will be 100 years old. For paper and ink that's just amazing. My parents weren't born yet. My grandmother was a teenager. We had not even been in a "World War" yet. Campbells soup was 10 cents a can and the center of population in the U.S. was Bloomington, Indiana?????
Wikipedia has some very interesting information on the history of this magazine if you're interested. If you go to this site you can read about it .
The illustrator of this cover is no where to be found. I don't mean the person himself, who is probably dead, but info. about him on the Internet. The famous artists/illustrators of the day like Clarence Underwood and J.C. Leyendecker did many of the covers for this magazine but F. Mehean Cuotes( Cootes, Coates????), it appears, only illustrated this one issue and never again. I can't read the signature clearly, so I may not be Googleing the right name but I looked up all the illustrators for Saturday Evening Post and this name never came up..., anywhere. It's a beautiful drawing. This artist must have been very good to have a drawing on the cover of this magazine.

The stories and articles are wonderful and depict the times that they were written in. Some things have changed drastically and some things haven't changed at all. For being written 97 years ago some of the worries and problems are strangely familiar.
What really surprises me is the advertisements and how many companies are still making these products....: Kellogg's corn flakes, Chiclets chewing gum, Quaker Oats, Campbells Soup, Grape-Nuts and Van Camp's Pork and Beans are all still available in our stores now. I find that very reassuring.
You could even buy a Ford Motel T touring car for $690 , a steel fireproof garage for $72.50 to put it in and build a 5 room bungalow to live in for $868. That included blue prints, specifications, lumber, millwork, floors, doors, and windows. If you wanted a fireplace mantel it was a whopping $11.75 more. Now I know why they called it the "good old days".

Please check out the other vintage items and stories on Past Due Tuesday and join us with your own wonderful things.

(Brasher Girl from Alabama just sent me a comment and gave me the right name for the illustrator of the magazine.She wrote..." I believe the cover illustrations for the February 10, 1912 issue was done by F. Graham Cootes." and she gave me a link. Thank you, thank you Brasher Girl. I really appreciate this.)

These are the photos of the advertisements in the magazine. Click on photo to enlarge the individual pictures.

Brownie's Ordeal

Brownie, our Nubian Wether, has always been a little bit different. Aside from his anxiety over being "second" goat in the pack and always having to talk his way out of everything, he is the only one of four goats, we brought home as babies, that kept growing HORNS. After they came back for the second time, we decided that we would let the horns grow. Brownie seemed so proud of them that we didn't have the heart to remove them, even though they were going in two different directions.
I always thought they made Brownie a very handsome goat and he thought that he should be the top goat around here just because he had horns and none of the others did. I call him my "show pony" because he likes to pose and is really a beautiful goat. His attitude is another story.
Recently we noticed that the horn on his right side was growing over his eye. It was getting closer and closer to his eye and we thought that within a month or two that it would start to interfere with his sight and possibly, rub the surface of the eye. We called a few vet hospitals for advice. They said we could cut it off ourselves but there was a chance that there might be a lot of bleeding and it would be safer to have a vet do it. Also, without giving Brownie something to make him sleepy he would not stand still and we could injure his eye trying to remove part of the horn.
This all made sense to us. We decided that we should take Brownie down to the large animal hospital in Elk Grove and have the horn shortened. The prospector borrowed a horse trailer from a friend over the weekend and this morning we led Brownie into it and took Carl too, for moral support.
You would have thought that we were taking him to a meat packing plant. He didn't understand and he was very frightened at first. But, we gave him his lead and he actually walked up into the trailer without resistance as long as we didn't push or pull him. We just talked to him and guided him and let him do it at his own pace. He did let us know what he thought about the whole thing for 15 minutes or so as we drove down through town and out onto the highway. But once we got going he settled down and an hour later, when we arrived at the hospital, he greeted us silently and with a renewed confidence when we opened the back door to the trailer.
The vet, a very nice man, helped the prospector get Brownie out of the trailer while I took Carl for a quick walk around the parking area. The Vet said that this wouldn't take long and he, my husband and Brownie disappeared into a big building. Brownie was being such a good goat. He walked with them into the building as if he knew all about what was happening.
About 20 minutes later they all came out and Brownie was walking a little slow. His right horn was gone, except for about 2 inches of it and that was bandaged. They had given him some "gas" that just knocked him out for a few minutes while they did the deed and then he woke right back up. He was fine and he didn't make a sound all the way home.
This procedure cost us $65.00 ($40 for the gas and $25 for the dehorning.) I think that's reasonable. (The vet even clipped his hoofs while he was at it.) I thought it would be a lot more than that. The trailer was free..., well, we are giving it back with a couple of cases of good beer in it but that's small payment for its use..., and, of course, the gas in our truck to drive down there. So..., I think it was still a very good deal.

The boys were so glad to see Brownie. They all came over and milled around him whispering quiet little things to him and sniffing the new bandage. Brownie accepted it all as if he had gone to battle and come home the hero. He was the returning warrior with his war wound. He even allowed me to take photos. He posed for me.
Before I left and as I was walking toward the gate I thought I heard him say something. I thought I heard him say "Thank you Farmlady." I'm not quite sure. Brownie is not known for overt displays of gratitude but I'm pretty sure I heard him say thank you. It could have been "(something else)....you", but I don't think so because he kept looking at me and I think he was smiling..., just a little bit.

You were a good, brave boy, Brownie. We love you.

Postcards from the Coast

Wednesday morning I drove down to Sacramento and picked up my friend "C". We drove down to Berkeley and stopped for lunch and a quick look in a couple of great stores (A Thousand Cranes and Castles in the Air) on 4th Street. Then we headed for Pacifica.
We arrived on an absolutely beautiful day, with sunshine and a light breeze blowing the fall leaves around. We stopped and bought some groceries, drove up to my sister's condo and settled in.
Sis bought this place a few years ago and she has been so generous with it. It's not down near the ocean ,which is fine with me because of my fear of the high seas, but up on a hill with a view to die for. It is in a gated community which makes it very safe for anyone who stays there. Sis has decorated it beautifully and one only has to bring clothing, personal items, food and themselves to spend time there.
Above is the view and some photos of the condo. Below are some photos of ( from left top, clockwise ) Pacifica Pier, Mori Point, the beach below the pier looking toward Mori Point and Point San Pedro, and the beach above the pier looking toward San Francisco and Marin Co.

We had such a good time. Mostly we RELAXED. "C" is going to have a knee replacement in February and is having a hard time walking, so we were very careful not to tax her already damaged knee.
On Thursday afternoon we drove around the area from San Pedro Point up into the San Pedro Valley and back to the ocean..., then up to Rockaway Beach ,where we had dinner at NICK'S restaurant. Nick's is a great place for dinner. It has been there forever and it's right on the ocean. A little too close in a storm...., but beautiful. As far as I can tell there are not that many good restaurants in Pacifica but you can always get a good meal at Nick's. I think the prices have gone up recently, and you don't get a salad without paying extra for it, but all in all it was a very delicious dinner.
On Friday my sister arrived . She was able to come over and stay the night thanks to her sweet husband who took the day off and taxied her youngest to school for her. We did some sightseeing, then drove down to the Pacifica Pier and had some clam chowder and a sandwich for lunch at the Chit Chat Cafe on the pier.
That evening it was truly "lady's night". We had sushi hors d'oeuvres, ate Salmon for dinner and had (what else?) bread pudding for dessert. Bread pudding is tradition.
After dinner we ate that bread pudding with Carmel sauce, big spoons and no reservations. We watched some television, talked, and laughed until , one by one, we headed for bed. We are 57, 64 and 65 years old and this kind of day is what these years bring to us now. No more parties, drinking and staying up all night. We all did our share of those indulgent kind of things when we were youngsters and could get away with it...., but now, we are content to slow down, share our lives with each other and eat some dessert without worrying about how many calories it has and how we're going to eat salads for the next two weeks to make up for our indiscretions. Please don't get me wrong. We still have to worry and health is even more of an issue in our lives now, but we don't get obnoxious about it with each other and what we do, say and eat in Pacifica..., stays in Pacifica (if you will allow me to coin a phrase).


The year is coming to a close at warp speed and this was the only chance that "C" and I would have to take some time together before the commitments and rush of the holiday season fall upon us. So we chose to walk a while on the same Pacific coast that saw us walking together many years ago on the beaches of Mendocino. A lot of time has gone by since then. A lot of changes have been made and we are older, wiser and much more aware of the distance that we have traveled together. I know what my sister and I have gone through recently and the pain of our losses in the last few years..., but with my friends, and especially with "C", there is not as much monitoring of our lives. There are lots of gaps. Finally, now, we are the closest, geographically, that we have ever been. We choose to continue, as best we can, our friendship with each other. So the times that we do spend together are important and help us understand each other more. These visits, are the "adhesive" of our friendship, the way that we hold on to the distant threads of memory, the places that we have known and the new history that we continue to make each time we get together. This was a very nice weekend and we will do it again ,next year, after her operation.

This has been a long year. I'm tired..., and feel that life has changed in irrevocable ways. We work hard to maintain the quality of our life and sometimes it seems impossible. So, when I start feeling sorry for myself I think of this old Ojibwa saying...,
"Sometimes I go about in pity for myself,
And all the while....
A great wind is bearing me across the sky."

...., and I try to remember that whatever happens we are all moving in one direction and I do not have to fight this flow or be afraid. I can just live each day, sometimes each hour, each minute, each moment in a place called Now.
It was a good weekend and now I'm home.....
It was a good weekend and now I will feed the chickens and walk the dog.....

Packing Candy

The Day after Halloween...., Four year old logic. This is what The Bean did so his little brother wouldn't accidentally get any of his candy.

Speaking of "packing"...., I'm leaving for a few days. My friend, "C" (who lives in Sacramento) and I are going to the coast for a few days. I will be back on Saturday.

Have a good Veterans Day. Rest up and say a prayer for all the folks who have defended this country.

Beautiful Chocolate Pot Set for PDT.

It's Past Due Tuesday and I have something to show you that is so beautiful. This was my Grandmother's Chocolate Set. I have researched this all morning and I found a lot of information that was mixed into a confusion of Japanese/Nippon/Chinese multi designed and shaped sets from many different decades of porcelain china that was imported here and sold. The only consistency was the shape of the teapot. I found 3 or 4 sets that were totally different in the design of the hand painting, but the shape of the pot was identical in all of them. The biggest mystery of this set is the mark. I found all kinds of information on marks and went through pages of different kinds of marks that identify these varied pieces of porcelain. I never found the mark that is on the bottom of all the pieces in this set.

This is a Japanese porcelain, hand painted set with a water, sailboat and nature design. This is a complete set (minus one cup) and all the pieces have a matching pattern along the saucer and cup edges and also on the chocolate pot and lid. The border is hand decorated with a gold leaf scrolling design. The lid has a cutout with a small piece that is missing. All the descriptions say that the cutout is for stirring the cocoa and that this distinguishing feature differentiates it from a coffee or tea pot. Without the cutout it's not a cocoa pot. The lid has a "cartouche" handle and the pot has a fancy applied handle. The cups have applied elongated loop handles. The saucers are scallop edged, 4 3/4" diameter and the delicate cups are ribbed with tapered cylindrical, scalloped edges at top and bottom, 3" tall. The set consists of the tall chocolate pot, 5 cups and 6 saucers.

I wonder if my grandma used this set when she had company or, like myself, kept it in a glass case somewhere and didn't use it because she was afraid it would be broken. I would love to know how she got it and if it's worth a lot of money. Until I find out more information about the set I will just dust it once in a while and admire it's beauty. Maybe I will set it out on my new/old buffet when I move the buffet into the living room. What do you think?

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