For my friend Erika
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Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Friday, April 02, 2010
No Computer - No Posts
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I am bereft.
My computer is in the hospital and won't be home until Monday at the earliest.
All my edited photos that remain at the ready for posting live on that computer.
Sure, I keep my originals on external hard drives, but this loaner computer I'm currently using doesn't have PhotoShop or any other photo tweakers, so I'm stuck until I get my very ill computer back, hopefully as good or better as new.
At least I can still see my favorite bloggers' posts over the weekend. And I will.
Happy Easter! And have a wonderful weekend.
My computer is in the hospital and won't be home until Monday at the earliest.
All my edited photos that remain at the ready for posting live on that computer.
Sure, I keep my originals on external hard drives, but this loaner computer I'm currently using doesn't have PhotoShop or any other photo tweakers, so I'm stuck until I get my very ill computer back, hopefully as good or better as new.
At least I can still see my favorite bloggers' posts over the weekend. And I will.
Happy Easter! And have a wonderful weekend.
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
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Crabapples
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Happy 4th of July
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Well, they almost look like fireworks. That's how I see them anyway. This is my beloved Joseph's Coat showing very flashy clothing indeed.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Christmas In Trinidad
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When I was a child growing up in Davis, my mother collected a whole village of tiny, paper houses that were painted delicate pastel colors, their roofs draped with clear glitter-embossed white paint evoking snow. The windows were covered with transparent cellophane and there was a hole in the back of each house where a christmas light could be inserted to light up the inside, making the entire village a glowing, magical place where the imagination of a child could soar.
Each year at Christmas, my mother would place this village on a billowing, white, fluffy cotton material that she spread under the tree, making tree-lined avenues, ponds for skaters and copses of woods with tiny green fir trees for a few curious spotted deer. To me it was absolute magic. I wanted to be very small so I could live in one of those houses, skip down the streets and roam with the deer who, of course, would be my friends.
Over the years, those paper houses slowly deteriorated, the little pine trees lost their vibrant green color and fell apart, until only a few remained to remind us now grown-up kids of that long-ago magic.
Then, several years ago, someone, probably about my age with similar memories of his or her own childhood Christmases, began reproducing the houses, the trees, the ponds. I was ecstatic. Until I looked at the price tags. How could I spend so much on just one house when I had a large extended family to buy gifts for? I couldn't. I moved on.
When we went to New England this fall, while in Newburyport, MA, I happened to walk into a store that was already decked out for the holidays, and there they were: affordable, adorable village houses, so very reminiscent of the ones my mother used to put under our family Christmas trees.
Knowing I would have to hand carry these back to California, I carefully chose two of my favorites and now here they are, nestled in "snow" and surrounded by a few of the trees and one pond mirror from my childhood's Christmases; lined up on the windowsill that looks out over the pathway to our house, welcoming all who approach with a warm twinkle of lights and the magic of my childhood memories that dwell within.
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