I had a nice visit with my 90 year old parents this holiday. My parents are pretty feeble. Daddy is totally senile, but he seems to be happy. Unfortunately Mama still has enough since to realize she is in bad shape.
My sisters and our family friend who happens to be an amazing piano player got together and made a lot of music. My mother was a fabulous concert violinist back in the day. Her arthritis just won't let her play any more. Last time she tried, she ended up in tears from the pain. We sang a lot of Christmas songs. She mouthed the words and then we realized that she was fingering the fretboard and bowing an air violin with her eyes closed, smiling.
We made amazing harmonies. My dad's best friend is a Danish man that is about 70. He was also there. He taught us one of his traditional Danish Christmas songs and we all sang it together. I don't think I can quite remember the words now since they made no sense to me anyway. :)
I think we need a group chant for Isabelle-poop, poop, poop. Poor girl.
This winter I am dreaming of having horses at home. I'm dreaming of buying the 3.6 acres next to our 5 acres. It's a flat lot really. Perfect for putting up a little pole barn and a paddock. So now that I am dreaming of barns, I want to see yours! Post some picks of your home barns.
Celeste, that sounds like was a good visit. Your mother attempting to air-play her violin reminds me of something my mother told me not long ago (she's 83); you always feel about 30 inside, no matter what (& I have found the past few years that that is true). The soul is ever vibrant.
Speaking of violins which leads to frets..we're all going to break into a fret if we don't hear soon if Isabella pooped. Ladona?? She ok?? You ok?? You have had waaay too much..
Rick: if it's not in our nature to slow down, we can't. I understand not really liking laying around when there's time, gotta be doing something. I just crash once in awhile, because, when I can (rarely) I need to cuddle up w/food & a boo. Just pace yourself, my friend, remember the ol' ticker (I try too).Fingers/toes crossed for the horses being home or very close.
MR, the Project will make sense in the end, hopefully to me too! It's almost impossible to convey creative process, & the creative part of my head (soul, rather) kinda takes it's own time & process. It's just fun...I just wish I had a few days to just delve into it & get it done. My hope is the usefullness of it.
Happy Place - we just built a pole barn last spring on our 8 acre piece of paradise. Here are a few pics.
From the driveway. The grass still hasn't grown back from the construction phase.
Inside view - we have 2 stalls, a tack room and doors on both ends so we can drive a hay truck through. We also have room for 2 or 3 more stalls if needed. Since this picture we have also added floor mats and stained the wood.
This is the view out the kitchen window toward the back of our property. We have two fenced fields, one is about 3.5 acres and the other is about 2.5 acres. Each paddock has its own run in shelter.