Monday, January 25, 2016
Hello......( with all due credit to Adele)
Well if being housebound on day 4 of #blizzard16, plus a really lovely email or two from Rachel doesn't light a fire under my no blogging a*s, what would?
Plus I woke this morning just blanketed by cats with a silent house and a chill in the air. I have an oil burner. It usually makes its presence known.
All signs pointed to no heat. The signs were correct. It was time to call the oil company and sit down at the computer.
Yes, I'm layered. I have a space heater, I am doing laundry trusting the heat from the dryer will help us out here. The oven is warming awaiting ...who cares, the oven is on. Electric, no worries
I have on a hat, fingerless gloves and my ever present iced latte. Still crazy after all these years.
November and December just a work blur, the blur was enhanced by one of the front clerks underlining all the important details on orders with an orange hlghlighter. My eyes don't take in orange, it was if whole sentences were entirely blacked out. This made a busy season even more challenging.
I had a week in Miami early January. Best coffees ever, best music on the radio, too much food but since I was visiting my vacation buddy Larry there were many mornings at the gym, then more food.
I saw "Carol", it made me cry. I saw "The Danish Girl", it made me yawn. Edit people,edit.
I slept long and late. Larry is a 6am riser. You must have needed the sleep he said. Well yeah, my mind, body and eyes were spent. And with no Gus around I could sleep in. Sorry buddy, you're a pesty alarm clock.
Gus and Lucy? As charming, annoying, hungry, no I don't like that food, I want some crunchies, please turn on the faucet, let me out, let me in, as ever. B. is still our roommate and they live for the moment he opens his bedroom door and they can rush into his room. Gus to lounge on the bed,Lucy to teeter on the ironing board being all flirty.
We appreciate his presence. He assumed all shoveling duties for the storm keeping the door open for neighbors with babies, potluck dinners and football viewers.
We have not been bored, the power has stayed on, food has been plentiful, and Gus only fell in one snow drift. Though that was a worrisome few moments for me until a little wet,orange head popped out.
Just counted and realized 4 sentences have started with I. Not to make it all about me...
Have I forgotten anything? Yes, my doctors office wrote a very persuasive letter to my insurance company and my full migraine prescription is intact.
And you? Tell me about you.
UPDATE: The heat is on, the heat is on....apparently I was out of oil. Petro, my oil company is so far behind on deliveries they don't know when they can get a truck to my house. The tech ran out to a gas station, put 10 gallons of diesel in my 100 gallon tank and then said if they're not back by the time I use this up, approximately 2 days, I should get 10 gallons of diesel and fill it myself.
This is so wrong. I pay a great amount of money year round for automatic fill up, 24/7 service calls 365 days a year.
The tech could barely carry the gas cans around to my back yard tank. And now I'm supposed to top it up? And B goes out of town tomorrow?
This is so wrong in so many ways. Lucy is very grateful tho. That's something.
Posted by flwrjane at Monday, January 25, 2016 26 comments
Labels: catch up 2016 blizzard2016
Monday, November 9, 2015
What I Did For Love
I went to the Catskills. In November. Enough said?
My darling neighbor Vicki was getting married to the equally adorable Ben.
Since I was going I offered to do the flowers.
She demurred, I insisted.
I got to bring a plus 2 along. I invited my next door neighbors, the Irishman and his 7 weeks from due date wife.
We loaded their SUV up with flowers, made our 1st Starbucks stop and with an assortment of Ted Talks at the ready plus a rocking country music playlist hit the road.
We arrived 6 hours later, at the Full Moon resort in a wilderness reserve. All the leaves were gone. But some of the trees still had red apples shining on gnarly branches.
Friday night was all about BBQ and apple crisp, a firepit where we toasted smores and late night dancing in a tent.
Saturday morning was all about oversleeping and starting the wedding flowers an hour and a half behind my imaginary schedule.
Even with a pregnant accountant as my assistant and guest cameos from the wedding party and their relatives bringing waters and iced coffees, time was tight.
As any florist knows, 13 centerpieces, a bridal bouquet, 3 bridesmaids, 2 flowergirls, 6 boutonnieres, 1 corsage, 1 place card table arrangement, 1 piece for the programs, and one pink glass depression ware pitcher plus 4 glasses, 2 vintage bud vases and a coca cola wagon to fill takes time.
I had less than 6 hours. By the end the pregnant neighbor had learned to wrap bridesmaids bouquets and even did one wagon arrangement herself.
Plus she kept the music pumping and ran over to the main lodge to bring us back some lunch, there was also a 15 minute liedown for her. Baby not amused by her new career choice.
But we made it. Not enough time for me to shower, but enough time to change clothes and meet the other guests in the grove.
With the gentle sound of a stream behind us and sheltered from the wind, Vicki and Ben were married.
He cried, she cried, his brothers cried, we cried and smiled all at the same time.
Then there was music, and food, and speeches and more tears, more laughter, and finally we all moved outdoors where the bride and groom walked under a canopy of 24inch sparklers held by the 100 guests.
It was so beautiful they ran back to the beginning and did it again. Seriously, how often will you get that opportunity?
Then the next morning we reversed our steps leaving behind 35 degrees and mountains covered with naked trees.
By the time we hit Baltimore there were leaves in the trees and when we got out of the car in Virginia it was in the 70's and we were kicking off our boots and unwrapping the scarves from our necks.
I still hadn't showered, I had been squashed behind the seat of a 6ft4" driver for 6 hours and I needed to pee.
Yet I was as happy in my heart as if I had been lounging on a Caribbean island.
And the icing on the cake?
They're expecting on April 1st and it's a girl!
Posted by flwrjane at Monday, November 09, 2015 25 comments
Labels: Vicki and Ben tie the knot
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Not That You Asked...
Oh these cats! Gus has one job around here and one job only: to get me up in the morning early enough that I can let him out, feed Lucy, let her out, let him in, feed him some crunchies, let him out again and still have time to ice a latte and go back to bed to read till 7:00am.
Of course by the time I get out of the shower Lucy is perched on one window sill or another meowing hysterically because clearly, this time, I have snuck off and left her in the wilds, alone.
Recently Gus has been sleeping in and I'm on a course of muscle relaxers that my doctor hopes will break up my ever present migraine cycle.
So neither of us is bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning.
I've been forced to set the alarm on my phone and as soon as it goes off Gus is up and ready to go, while I am fumbling and stumbling to turn off alarm and get to the front door ASAP.
The only day of the week he is guaranteed to wake up at 6 or earlier is Sunday, swear to God.
How does he know that's my day to sleep in?
The only time Lucy wakes me up is if I'm sleeping after 7 and Gus is out and she is in.
And that is with a gentle paw on my face. Not jumping up and down from my body to the floor, from the floor to my body, over and over like a feline robot.
Let's all keep our fingers crossed that this drug regime works because when I got home last night I had a letter from my insurance company stating that as of January 2016 they will only pay for 9 sumatriptane tables a month.
This is the medicine I take for my migraines and I take the full 27 that have been allotted me, there have been years that I needed a second different prescription for back up.
If I only have 9 pills a month, I would possibly spend up to 15 days in bed with an ice pick through my head, unable to eat, think, work or let the cats in and out.
I'm a little rattled. Strike that, I'm totally freaked out. I suppose I could pay the full price for 27, close to 200.00 a month, though that seems daunting financially.
I had success with physical therapy but it didn't work the last try, maybe acupuncture? Has anyone tried that?
We/I have two months to solve a problem that has haunted me for years.
And perhaps there will be will be an answer that will make me shake my head in amazement that I hadn't tried it years ago.
What a drag it is getting old-er.
on a happier note here are two quick shots of what the pampered pets are doing as I am writing this.
Truly my raison d'etres
Posted by flwrjane at Wednesday, October 28, 2015 37 comments
Labels: migraine problem
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Seeds Of Change
Still can't find my camera, only the charger. Found a camera GG left behind, but no charger.
One's a Canon, one's a Kodak. Never the twain shall meet.
So I've sent away for a charger for the Kodak. 19.95 seems like a safe investment.
We'll see. In the meantime I'll keep searching my files for a unpublished photo or one no one will remember 'cause no one read me then.
I got an exciting email today from my friend Diane P asking me if I'd read/ heard of this offer:
I clicked it and indeed, there is a charming inn to be given away to a lucky someone with 150.00 to invest in their future and 200 words to spare. All you have to do is lay out your heart and convince her that I/you are the right person to get said inn.
I'm in. Who else?
Wouldn't that be a fantastic next life?
I didn't know how much I would like to make a change until the window opened in front of me.
Of course we are talking Maine, long winters, late springs, 3 month top growing season, ice, snow,cold. Brrrrrr.
Then we consider lobster rolls, living close to Boston and some of my favorite people there, fall leaves, the ocean, and the fabulous slogan: Maine "The Way Life Should Be". I could use it as a hashtag on all my IG pictures.
Now there's a good reason to completely change your life: social media. But really,"Virginia Is For Lovers" has not done me a lick of good. And she, the innkeeper, seems to have found a girlfriend and is moving to Paris! Hello.
Of course 200 words...I do tend to run on a bit as you all know.
Will I get the inn? One chance on a million.
Will I decide to keep my eyes wide open and welcome change? Even seek it?
There I already sound like a Mainer. Off to look for a pic, maybe one of the cats?
Or maybe one of carnations. The flower I'm always trying to get our customers to love, no luck there.
Better luck with the essay, eh?
Posted by flwrjane at Thursday, October 15, 2015 28 comments
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Small World And All That Jazz
Well this is perplexing....where is my camera?
And am I allowed to write posts without pictures?
If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it does it make a sound?
I could just hit publish and wait for answers but I will forge on ahead.
I have been busy hostessing.
If you are in University anywhere in the UK but mostly Cambridge and you are coming to Washington to do research, I guess you stay with me.
Every one seems to want "a proper room", not a hotel.. Once they get here they like to"go on a bit
of a wander". Everything about my house is "lovely". The cats are "gorgeous". And sometimes they want to go for a run but they have forgotten their "kit".
What more can an Anglophile want?
Cuppa? Don't worry someone is always making one.
The only problems that have arisen, and these are only problems for me, are sussing out peoples nationalities.
If you live in London and are a director at a hospital there, I think you will be English. But no, you turn out to be Irish.
If you say your place of residence is Berlin and you travel between there and Cambridge, I assume you are German. But I would be wrong, you are a Brit.
If you live in and study at Cambridge I assume you are British but no you're a German.
Geography has never been my strong point but I'm beginning to suspect there is a large international conspiracy to confuse me.
Have any of you heard about it in your homelands?
And if so assure "them" it is working.
These last two months have truly been my favorite time of airbnbing
I'm in thrall to the accents, the stories, the massive amounts of attention given to the cats. Who as you can imagine soak it all up shamelessly.
I shut down the inn at the end of October when B.(remember him) comes back from training and assumes his permanent position in the other bedroom. And hopefully at the grill.
But I have loved my months as an American Ambassador.
I've learned so much about other ways of life that it seems my world has exploded..
Since March I have hosted people from China, India ,Brazil, Australia,Cuba via Miami,one of the Stanzs, England, Canada and all parts of the USA.
Incredible experience. I recommend it highly. And to my friends' vast relief, appear to be coming through alive and unharmed, a little wealthier and a whole lot wiser.
I have always been grateful for the kindness of strangers.
Posted by flwrjane at Wednesday, October 07, 2015 22 comments
Labels: air bnb hosting recap
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Now I'm Back, Just To Let You Know......
Don't ask me. It's like going to the gym or AA meetings or anything else that makes you feel good.
Stop doing it and it's so hard to get going again.
But I'm gonna give it a go. Play catch up.
Wait, this deserves it's own time and space.The gun store did NOT open in August.
The community made such a loud and constant noise that the landlord gave up. He owns a hair salon on the same block and his business was over. Kaput. Day after day he and the other hairdressers sat there, day after day no one came, well except to complain or to drop off a letter telling him why they weren't coming.
He kept telling me he had made a mistake but what could he do. He had a lawyer, he got another lawyer, the gun shop had an NRA lawyer. I would go to the NRA website and read about the far left liberals who were attempting to stop this former Marine from fulfilling his life's dream. a second store with more room to stock assault weapons.
When you are mentioned by name twice on such a website it makes your eyeballs spin around in your head.
Then the fateful day arrived, the owner got his permit from Richmond, the capital of Virginia. he was now licensed to sell guns in Arlington.
He brought the letter to the landlord and waved it in his face and asked what he was going to do about it.
The landlord did the right and honorable thing, he bought him out of his lease. And then he made two signs that looked like they were drawn by schoolchildren. They had smiley faces all over them and the words "no guns".
The town went wild! People came racing onto the block jubilant. They went into all the stores hugging and congratulating all of us who had dodged the bullet.....literally.They honked and waved as they drove past. Not a week goes by that someone doesn't come into the store and say how happy they are about the outcome.
So many people told me you can't fight the NRA, they have lawyers, guns and money.
But we had heart and soul on our side.
And in a rare instance of justice, we won.
Now that's a happy ending!
Posted by flwrjane at Wednesday, September 23, 2015 43 comments
Monday, July 6, 2015
Once Upon A Time
I wrote a long blogpost a few hours ago and then the computer ate it. Editing?
I don't have the heart to do it again so I'll just give you the bullet points.
Owners out of town for 24 days, 4 to go.
In that time we have had our flower cleaner quit, our driver tear ligaments in his ankle and massive amounts of rain fall both from the heavens and from our roof, close to the computers natch.
And not just one rainfall.
While we haven't been busy at work, we've been busy at work.
On the home front the Swiss intern arrived on the 3rd just in time to experience total hood immersion holiday style.
The party started around 4:00. I left at 11:pm, she came home at 2:00am and the stalwart rocked it until 5:30am.
We take the 4th of July very seriously around here.
She was amazed by the welcome; her calender is full, the neighbors are smitten. We hate to leave the block so when I show up with a fairytale creature all long limbs, black hair and navy blue eyes, tatts and an accent....
Well let's just say my black bean/ brown rice salad was redundant.
I had already paid the price of admission.
So when shop owners return on Saturday and I get the hell outta dodge on Monday the 13th. the cats will have a built in babysitter, the neighbors will all be babysitting the babysitter and the garden will grow thick with weeds. ( outta dodge is off to Cape Cod and my friend Susan's house which contains the best guest room in the universe. Not to mention a stream of delicious food, 3 white doggies, proximity to lobster rolls and a perfect showerhead)
Weeds. That's the Brothers Grimm twist for you.
Posted by flwrjane at Monday, July 06, 2015 28 comments
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