Snow and wind

Woke this morning to find that the electric power (incl. heat) is out. (Al said that happened about 6:00 or so.) Imagine it’s due to high winds and possibly a branch fallen on the power lines, since the outage is reported to be limited (about 500 customers). My coffee this morning is cold (milk and refrigerated Toddy coffee concentrate). The sun’s not going to make an appearance, today, judging by the weather forecast, but at least it’s getting lighter.

And…the power just now came on. Perhaps I’ll set the coffee (hot variety) to brewing.

It’s odd that the power came on before the electric company’s estimated time of repair.

 

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Snowy Saturday, October 28 | #WeekendCoffeeShare

Honey, It’s Cold Outside!

Welcome to my World!  If we were getting together for coffee, today, I would welcome you to a hot cup of coffee … or maybe hot chocolate. We have had our first real touch of snow, a promise of winter. Perhaps more to come during the next week and an accumulation of snow on the ground.

If we were having coffee together, this evening, you would have missed the moving of the remaining bales of insulation to the workshop-in-progress in the back yard, and the carrying to the basement the paint cans. Painting the siding is officially postponed until spring. Unless we get much more of a warm-up than I can imagine, right now.

As expected, I never did get a Halloween poem recorded for SFPA’s Online Halloween Poetry Reading page, this year. Or even art work sent in. I have been feeling quite high-strung, and I am not sure what is unsettling me. Perhaps it is just the long string of “first anniversaries” that began with the death of my mother’s sister in October of last year. My mother died a year ago on November 15. In total, from last October to this, I lost both parents, two aunts, and three uncles.

I did put in a call to Hospice, and a new-to-me bereavement counselor will be making a visit to the house on Halloween afternoon. I do expect that being able to talk with her about my thoughts and feelings will help me feel more settled.  It is too bad that the previous counselor moved on from her position when she did, from my perspective. But I am adaptable.

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would share with you my latest “project” as I move back into poetry writing after my four-week Japanese Poetry workshop that ended on October 6th. The woman who headed up our NaPoWriMo (Poetry) group in April is hoping to form a group to repeat the “write a poem a day for a month” activity during NaNoWriMo (Novel) month. [Look here to take a look at my poems for April 2017.] While I have written several books during NaNoWriMo and, earlier, April Kihlstrom’s “Book in a Week” challenges, I have discovered that I have no tolerance for rewriting or editing a work of that length. I am sticking to short poems. And hopefully, eventually, essays and memoir pieces.

If we were having coffee together, this evening, I would share that my husband and I enjoyed a nice coze, earlier, a puppy on each lap, talking over the events of the day, plans for tomorrow’s supper, and options for various aspects of finishing the inside of the workshop, in the midst of general conversation. It was a shame to have to wake up the Scampers, so that they could go into their kennels to sleep for the night. It has been a comfortable evening. Looking forward to tomorrow.

Best wishes for you, this weekend and the coming week,

Lizl

P.S. Thank you to Eclectic Alli for hosting Weekend Coffee Share. Here is the link to find more #WeekendCoffeeShare posts.

Sunny Sunday | #WeekendCoffeeShare October 22

Sunbeam

Weekend Greetings! If we were getting together for coffee, today, I would welcome you to a cup of coffee made with my most recent batch of Toddy coffee concentrate. Also, milk, black tea and filtered water.

The week has been disjointed, here, with many appointments and deadlines. And a close relative went ou a tour of the British Isles, and so there were several deliveries, since we volunteered to receive the packages she shipped back to the United States during her travels with a friend. Delivery days did not fall on the same days as my haircut or the dogs’ visit to the groomer. THe dogs came home shaved except for the ears. I had my hair cut not so short, looking forward to the colder weather; I will get my next cut at the middle of December and have it left longer by another eighth of an inch. My next preparatory chore, since this week’s forecast mentions show, is to go through the scarf/gloves box in the hall closet for stocking caps and mittens.

If we were having coffee together, I would show you some of the pictures from years past when there was already snow on the ground on this date. I love the winter’s snow, leaves on the ground and buried under their white, winter blankets, and the paths that the squirrels and birds make under the cotoneasters in the back yard (see leaves, above, in sunlight).

If we were having a snow event this weekend, however pretty it might be, I would be settling in for a peaceful nap. Before our coffee date, I got outside with the dogs and a camera, and I took a few photographs of the sunlight shining through the thin, yellow and red leaves still hanging from the tree branches. In the garden, there is one last poppy, and yesterday I got a photograph of the very last Siberian wallflower in the wildflower garden.

 

 

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would confess that I will not, this year, be recording a Hallowe’en poem for the SFPA Online Halloween Poetry Reading. I did write a short poem, but was not able to record it, because the dogs take an exception to the sound of me, talking to myself. Also, I did not care for the poem, after I’d tried to recite it for the microphone half a dozen times. This will be the second time in twelve years that I’ve not had a poem up for the event. While I am disappointed, my disappointment relates to circumstances (my fatigue and life’s not allowing room for extra hours in the day or days in the week). Nor am I inspired to create new seasonal graphic art. I did note in the call for submissions that this year’s editor is looking for specifically “Hallowe’en” art and poetry. Mine in the past have been “mood” pieces, but for the year of my “At Allantide” poem. We look forward to passing out holiday candy to the children in the neighborhood who stop by, but we feel no special connection to Hallowe’en celebrations or childhood memories. And if there is snow on the night, we’ll remove our address from the NextDoor neighborhood map, shut out the lights, and go to bed.

Do you have sweet memories of Hallowe’en celebrations from years gone by?

Thank you for stopping in! I did find a post with a #WeekendCoffeeShare Linkz button, this weekend: here at Eclectic Alli, with current links, and I will be adding my page there, later this afternoon.

Best wishes!

Lizl

 

After Sunshine, Rain | #WeekendCoffeeShare | 14 October 2017

FM Community Band

all is still
but the raindrops falling
on the street

An afternoon for nostalgia! The rain has been coming down, off and on, for hours, and according to the forecast, that won’t end until early morning. I’ve got water hot and ready for tea (black and Oolong only, this week), coffee concentrate, and cold water from the refrigerator.

If we were having coffee together, this afternoon, I would invite you to look through the old photographs that my sister on the East Coast sent to me; they were in the materials she took back with her from the family home after Father’s funeral—a selection of pictures that she thought I might enjoy having, after she’d scanned all of them into her computer.

We put off grocery shopping until late afternoon, so Al could get the electrical work done in the workshop he’s building in the back yard. Yes, ongoing! He hopes to have the electrical inspection done within the next week or two. Now that groceries have been secured, he has another list for the shop. I spent yesterday evening catching up with laundry, and tonight I will be cooking meat for the week to come.  I have a lot of salad greens, nuts, broccoli, and a summer squash. I still am trying to cut more carbohydrates out of my diet to lower my blood sugar and keep it low as I cut down on the medication. I have been working to fine-tune the timing: when I can eat carbs and have the least reaction to the blood sugar levels. Times of the day and what foods to eat first and by how much lead time.

If we were having coffee together, today, we could take our cups to the gazebo, where I now can heat it without the space heater’s blowing a fuse! I put the foam blocks in the eaves, which are left open during the summer for increased air circulation. That is, letting the hot air out the eaves while cooler air comes in from beneath the floor. Which reminds me…I have to go out there and turn on the heater, so that when I exercise in the gazebo, it already will be warm.

Back, again…the weekend has taken another turn, and so I must end this post. Did not get enough sleep, last night, and now I can’t stay awake.

Hope you’ve had a good weekend!

Later!

Lizl

P.S. In the leading picture, I am the second person (in the trumpets row), and my youngest sister is in the row in front of me, second person from the left; she played clarinet.

A quiet afternoon | #WeekendCoffeeShare 7 October 2017

White Campions

If we were having coffee together, this afternoon, we would be inside the house. We’ve got wind gusts to over 30 mph and dust blowing everywhere. If you don’t care for coffee, I also have hot tea and bottled water. Al drank the last of the lemonade. (Well, all of it, since I don’t have any.) The puppies are curled up for a nap, one on the love seat and the other at my feet.

If we were having coffee together, I would confide that I feel a bit down. My last poetry workshop assignment went in to the leader, yesterday, and I’ve received her response. Very helpful and encouraging. I tried to write a poem today, but did not get anywhere with it. Not at all happy with it. The current phase of Al’s carpentry project is not going well, and so he is quitting for the day and going out for coffee at his favorite café. While you have some coffee, I had better feed the puppies that Al woke up. Be right back!


If we were having coffee together, today, I also would tell you that I am trying to get back into exercising regularly, which I have not done since my last appointment with my doctor. My sister on the east coast has started on the technical aspects of putting together the keepsake book for the immediate family: letters and pictures that we inherited as part of the parents’ estate, when our father died some few months after our mother, last winter. I do not deal well with distractions, adrenaline in general, or activities outside the home (which includes, of course, the garden, yard and other buildings on the property).

I have gotten tired of fish and switched back to beef, occasionally having some baked chicken, and so I am no longer losing weight…but not gaining. I think that I need to go back to menu planning and keeping a food diary. I am supposed to be cutting back on foods high in calcium and switching from “lite salt” to regular; both my calcium and potassium levels were high on the last blood panel. I did okay on the milk products for a few weeks, but … I am not keeping track as I should.

If we were having coffee together, I would share a poem that I wrote during April (write a poem a day month) and revised during this past week, in light of what I have learned (loosening up) about writing haiku and tanka. One of the things I enjoy is science fiction/science poetry, and I wrote a poem about the sound that snow makes when it falls in response to the prompt “the silence of snow”. An article was written and published in a 1999 issue of Nature (.com): “The Sound of Snowflakes“. Basically, I added words to it. This is the new version of my poem:

whispering silence
the gentle touch of winter’s cold
on the lake’s smooth surface

the quiet of the falling snow
the chime as each flake fractures

Copyright © 27 April 2017, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

The news, domestic and international, has been getting me down, and so I have been avoiding newspaper sites and aggregates. I would cancel my NY Times subscription, but I am enjoying the daily crosswords. I probably will unsubscribe from The Washington Post. What I have done is sign up for an account at Medium, which at least gives me choices among writers, topics, and news articles from elsewhere.

If we were having coffee together, I would tell you that I am seriously considering another course to sign up for, now that Introduction to Japanese Poetry is over. That would give me something to concentrate on, other than meal planning, exercise, and the state of the world today.

For those of you in Canada, I hope you are enjoying your Thanksgiving Weekend! Here, Monday is “Columbus Day”…but also Leif Erikson Day. Stories about Leif Erickson fascinated me when I was a child. My Sami ancestors (according to a family member of my grandfather’s generation, now deceased) came to the United States with the first wave of Norwegian immigrants. (Come-latelies. My mother’s people started arriving with the first crossing of the Mayflower in 1620-21.)

Thank you for visiting. I really did need to talk, today. I’m going to quit talking, now.

Best wishes for the coming week!

Lizl