Saturday, June 02, 2018

Saturday Chez Sigety



It's a quiet Saturday afternoon chez Sigety.
I'm curled up on a wicker couch on the front porch,
surrounded by books and comfy pillows.
Moshi is surveying the neighborhood from her cat perch.

The others are asleep in the cool house.
Cool because the ac was (finally) installed yesterday afternoon
after it croaked last Friday. Okay, it was 20+ years old, but the
timing... really? #adulting

The memory garden is a big, hot mess.
This is why I am on the front porch. I can't stand to look at it.
We are having a plethora of branches and trees removed. I am hoping
this will be completed tonight, so I can plant more flowers and
mow tomorrow.

We are getting our roof inspected again next week. Our neighborhood may
be turned into a historical area, and variances on house repairs will be difficult,
to say the least.
We are overdue for the repairs, but it's happening.

It's been a hectic but good week in libraryland. I drove home in two heavy rainstorms
last week. What's up with that? Our outreach paid off. On our kickoff day (Friday), we
had over 1,000 people visit the library. The rock wall was a huge hit
(I tried to scale it twice). I am now on a mission to scale it and hit the button. Maybe
I can be a rock wall groupie (follow the rock wall) this summer. LOL

Anyway, I'm staying on the porch, and getting a lot of reading and writing accomplished today.
I've earned it.

Have a good weekend!





Monday, May 14, 2018

Grief, In the Form of Marigolds





I took a respite from Monday,
as I recover from Sunday--
I am glad that Mother's Day is over.
I dislike Mother's Day.

I am the Ebeneezer Scrooge of Mother's Day.
I am the Grinch of Mother's Day,
and on that day,
until I take my last breath,
my heart remains two sizes too small.

I can't help it--
I've tried
to be
positive and reflective.

(As an aside,
even if I was a human mother,
I probably would feel the same way.)

I slept the morning away--
cried in the afternoon,
and gardened until evening.

My fingertips are sore
from digging in the dirt,
in the attempts to bury
some of the grief
in the form of Marigolds.

Mother's Day is a wound
that I mistakenly thought
that the busyness of life
could block out

(like a cheap band aid)

Until all of the advertisements
and storms (literally) and life stresses
ripped it open again--

exposing a fresh scar,
and, as grief often does,
stopping me in my tracks

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Pink Moon and New Beginnings


The last days of April are upon us; we are gifted tonight with a Pink Moon.

I almost forgot about it until a friend noted it on Facebook.
(Social networking can be used for good; this gives me hope. :))

It was also the first weekend that I was able to spend quality time on the front porch without
the possibility of catching frostbite. I felt the "swinter" in my bones this year, and my body feels older.

I am cautiously optimistic that winter is finally, finally, finally over.

Friday night my friends came over and spent quality time on the porch
and in the living room. I felt so comfortable (and was so tired) that I fell asleep on the antique couch on the porch.
The Sleeping Hostess.

I am utilizing the Pink Moon as a sign of good things to come.
I only came in from the front porch because a)I couldn't see the keys to type, and b)I have to go to bed soon
so I can have a good Monday tomorrow.

I wish you a pink, peaceful, happy moon week.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Reprise the Sunrise




I'm not going to jinx it. Spring-in-northern-Vitamin D-deficient-concrete sky-Indiana is among us.
One of the telltale signs is the loss of the hour we experienced on Sunday.
Spring forward, my foot.
I want my hour back. Yesterday.

The good news is that I get to experience the sunrise again on my way to the library.
Reprise the sunrise.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Snowmageddon Sunday and Other Musings



Hello!

It's Snowmageddon 2018!
We were so spoiled last winter.
A balmy November 2017 should have been a foreshadowing for the winter of 2018.
This winter is taking no prisoners. Spring is going to be particularly sweet this year.
I'm going to start growing seeds soon. I really need to see green right now.
I'm grateful to have a plethora of plants
growing in the green room upstairs.

In other news, Steve and I left for IUPUI (my alma mater) for a Friday seminar.
The Humanities Council combined the concepts of Frankenstein with coding basics using Twine.
(My colleague received a grant this year and we are doing a Frankenstein program in October.)

Remember the Choose Your Own Adventure Series last century? (Yes, I'm dating myself.)
That's basically what Twine is.
It is an interactive fiction story for readers. Twine uses CSS, HTML, and Javascript to basically make the screen like a video game.
My first attempt was feeble, but I managed to use a couple of links and post an image.

The professor who flew up from Florida was brilliant. She knows my librarian friend in Florida. Small world.

I can hear the snow angel (Dean) blowing out our driveway and walks again. We're so grateful to have them (Dean and Laurel) in our lives.
More later... have a great week!


Friday, February 02, 2018

Sunrise


And the sun rises again.
I snapped this photo as Steve was driving me to Nappanee for work.

The roads were icy, and I was exhausted.
I was afraid I would fall asleep at the wheel.

You would never know that three days ago, I was afraid I would lose Steve.

If you have been on Facebook, you knew that we went to the ER on Tuesday.
Steve experienced pressure in his chest after exercise.

When you're forty-something, you don't mess around.
Our family physician agreed.

We entered the ER expecting Steve to pass all the tests with flying colors, but no, the x-rays showed
something weird, so Steve was sequestered to a hospital bed and subjected to all sorts
of post-modern medical procedures.

He stayed overnight at the hospital. I spent the first night alone with the cats in over a year.
I hated every second of it.

On Thursday, Steve was released after getting the all-clear. We find out more next week with a follow-up.

I am grateful he is okay.
I can breathe again.

And the sun rises again.

Monday, January 08, 2018

Perfectly Imperfect: Manic Monday and Mismatched Socks



Happy...um... Monday.
Oxymoron, I know, right???

Well... I have a secret. At the library, when I am not at a service desk, I take my sassy black boots off and fling them under the desk. I either wear my socks or my slippers. At lunch, my slippers and boots were at large, and I looked at my socks. I was perfectly mismatched---one blue sock and one black sock. Fortunately, I was dressed in shades of blue, navy, and black, so it actually worked out okay...

And still laughed at myself.
It's taken a long time for this recovering perfectionist to do so. On a different note, I promoted the Winter Reading Challenge like a boss today.
That's what matters. :)
Have a good night! Xoxo

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