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When we built our house 26 years ago in a style influenced by Frank Lloyd Wright, our sanity was questioned.
Here we were in the midst of very traditional homes, many dating back to the 1930’s, and we were introducing a totally different style.
To make matters worse, during construction I was running for office. Someone who apparently objected to the look we had chosen wrote a letter to the editor questioning my abilities considering my taste in architecture! After that there was never a time when we came by to view progress that we didn’t find curious people walking through. That was a pretty easy way to meet folks and I’ve always laughed thinking that the house provided a successful campaign outcome.
Well, that was then and this is now.
In the last couple of years, new construction indicates a changing taste in architecture.
Since the 1980’s when redevelopment in this area began, decades have been defined by home styles so these may well be the look for the second decade of the 21st century.
I am glad that our house no longer stands alone when it comes to architectural style. It is reassuring that it is as relevant today as it would have been had it been built in the 1930’s which was our intent. No matter one’s taste in architecture, an important criteria is that it withstand the test of time.
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It’s amazing how a few words can sum up what’s in your heart, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need a gentle reminder. These guidelines for a good life are simple. The hard part is remembering to practice them.
My desire in life is to make a difference somehow, some way. That being said, I’m never quite sure how to make that happen. Today I heard a prayer credited to St. Francis and realized that maybe I’m making the challenge harder than it should be. I share his words with you hoping that you, too, will realize that making a difference is not as hard as we sometimes imagine.
It is not often I share personal opinions on my blog as it is safer to write about food or travel or art. The recent tragedy at Parkland High School, however, compels me to speak out because it is silence that keeps change from happening. One thing I know for sure is that these senseless killings must not continue and our voices must be heard.
Morning. First one up. Quiet. Gray skies over the hills.
Time with a daughter. Sharing laughter remembering funny things.
It’s not always easy to be a mom or a daughter. In The Nix is a line reading “The things you love the most will one day hurt you the most.” Sad that loving can be a painful part of relationships.
Thoughts on a day becoming brighter as sun begins to move clouds away. Maybe a metaphor for love being stronger than pain.
January and February are blurs as most of that time was spent laid up thanks to surgery to rebuild a heel bone and reattach an Achilles tendon. To say the least, I’m glad that’s behind me and grateful for that being the worst health issue I’ve had.
Getting out was a treat even though it often meant scooting around rather than walking.
By March I was back in the kitchen experimenting with new food ideas and challenging myself to spend some of the down time working on food photography.
Having a bit more mobility in April allowed me to take advantage of exhibits at The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, where Ron Mueck’s life like sculptures were both intriguing and a tad scary.
By the end of May, we were on the road to Maine making stops in Savannah and South Carolina to explore the low country and binge on yummy food.
Arriving in Maine, the first order of business was to replace the water facing porch, the maintenance for which had eaten the hubby’s lunch over the years. What an improvement and hubby will be ever so happy next year when all he has to do is put the furniture out!
After a month of projects, it was time in July to do what we like best: explore Maine’s coast and islands on Pipe Dreams.
August was family time, and it makes my heart sing to see how much the grandkids enjoy the magic of Maine.
Much of September was shrouded in fog which limited boating but provided good excuse to discover what else Maine has to offer.
In October, we journeyed to the Moosehead Lake region where we enjoyed natural beauty and stumbled upon a memorial that introduced us to a tragic event about which we knew nothing.
A dream came true in November when girlfriends traveled together in India. Bus rides got to be a bit much, but the adventure was one that more than met expectations and provided us with memories to share.
Though we had expected to end 2017 in Maine, winter got the best of us and we returned to Houston to celebrate the coming of a new year with long time friends.
Sometimes you hear something that hits you right between the eyes. Today it was a question asked by a spiritual teacher: Who am I?