At The Table In My Sunroom: Big Day

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Big Day

Today is an exciting day. One of my daughters is arriving by plane today - and she is not going back! She is moving back to New England. No, sadly, she is not moving in with me. My daughter and her family are going to live in Massachusetts with my Mother, a shorter commute to Boston where her fiance has a new job. But she is now only an hour away, instead of 1600 miles and a half day airplane ride away in Florida! Plus, she (with granddaughter Sophie and fiance Joe) might come up to my house on the weekends!

Photos on next post....

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Mari MansourianNovember 3, 2010 at 8:53 PM
happy to hear that :)
hi Jennifer, hope all is well, been a looooong time. Thanks so much for always being there with me through that tough road <3
stop by and say hi at my new corner :)
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Big Day

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