September 29, 2013
Our Everyday
Sharing our stories, big and small.
To 2016
Turns out you can’t make snow when you’ve had a string of 60 and 70 degree days. Instead of pink cheeks, frozen toes and hot chocolate we had Marco Polo, rock-climbing, and lots and lots of beer samplers.
Tagged: brewery, devils backbone, wintergreen
Service – noun. 1. the action of helping or doing work for someone.
In thirty minutes I ordered ten gifts on Amazon, a new record. Selected, packaged and shipped to be opened without ever passing through my hands. If that doesn’t say Christmas spirit I don’t know what does? I always start the season with the best of intentions, to buy all my loved ones thoughtfully chosen gifts, but time runs short and sentiment turns to materialism.
This holiday season Lucas’ Cub Scout den volunteered to help Cornerstones organize gifts to be delivered to area families. The boys ooh-ed and ahh-ed over the Xbox One some lucky boy was receiving and at one point the office chairs became merry-go-rounds. There was plenty of horseplay but there was also a lot of focus and diligence as we efficiently completed our project. The boys will remember they did something together, they had fun and countless Christmas gifts passed through their hands.
Tagged: Cub Scouts, holiday, service
Christmas pajamas
“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes
The exception being our December which gave us warm and humid breezes keeping us daydreaming about beaches and margaritas instead of snow fights and egg nog culminating with a humid, 70 degree, air-conditioned Christmas Day. Whether cold or warm December is unforgivably short.
Before tomorrow we must reflect on yesterday. If we don’t remember our mistakes we cannot learn from them, if we don’t remember our growth we cannot continue, if we don’t remember our smiles we cannot be grateful. Let us be in the moment, recognize it for what it is and make the choice of how we will recall this day.
2015 was filled with travel
Sitting in the back of my parent’s station wagon driving to Ocean City, MD I’d stare out the window at the houses passing by wondering who lived there, imagining the clever conversations they must be having, the interesting food they must be eating and the great belly laughs that filled their sunshine filled homes. I was ten years old and I romanticized what existed in these houses, believing the lives they led were filled with TV moments. I’m not ten years old anymore but the romantic in me is still thriving. Now my lens has shifted from the houses on Route 50 to the rest of the world. Whether driving through the charming town of Valladolid or walking the tourist filled Avenue des Champs-Elysees I am equally enamored with the history and the landmarks as I am with the daily routine of those that live there. (Smithsonian Folklife Festival 2015, posted August 15, 2015)
“Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain”
– Rob Thomas
Our Everyday 