Hello. It's Me.

I know. Let’s just pretend I never left. I’m home and nursing a bad knee. I was already scheduled for knee replacement in early December when I exacerbated the knee a thousand fold two weeks ago. I went from wondering if I could just put the surgery off to next year, to having to call 911 to get EMTS to carry me into the house. If I’d known I would be using a cane for the last quarter of 2017, I would have held off on letting my hair go gray. Mr. Pom takes me for ride-alongs while he does... Read more →

Morning till night we live on the porch. So many of you responded so compassionately for the Facebook request for prayers for Mr. Pom that I was misty-eyed. The outpatient spinal surgery went flawlessly and he was able to avoid the more extreme operation for which he signed a consent should the surgeon determine in medias res that more extreme repair was necessary. He's moving slowly and gingerly, but each day has been better than the last, and knowing how many folks were thinking of him raised his spirits considerably. We have spent most of the days since then on... Read more →

This usually doesn't happen to me so soon into the change of seasons. The heat waves across the blacktopped street have barely stopped shimmering and the apples are still ripening their blush, we are still able to sit on the porch after supper, and nary a leaf has fallen. But here I am, here I found myself , in a swoon of memory and longing for...... for what I do not really know. Perhaps it was a long and spirited conversation with someone this morning, an unlikely person to have shared such an intimate - and yet totally banal -... Read more →

Here in the northeast United States, we are at the crest of summer. There are very hot and humid days, rainstorms thick with thunder and lightening, and evenings that thrum with crickets like the reverb of a bass amp. Fireflies still flick and tantalize the dogs who fancy a blinking morsel captured in snapping jaws. It is a time of abundance in the garden, as it struggles to survive with the heat of direct sun for twelve hours a day and torrential rains the next. Our little garden is just a triangle of a plot, shaped just like a narrow... Read more →

One of two darling straw hats that I only wear on Cape Cod and the ubiquitous over-sized denim shirt. In the spirit of full disclosure, the title of this post. Let's face it: I am an over______[fill in the blank]: Over: eater shopper buyer (yes, there's a difference) reader What I own too many of: Creating: art supplies in general watercolor palettes black pens ink blank sketchbooks pads of watercolor paper Art Paper Reading: Novels Memoirs Nature Writing Travel Writing Cookbooks Design books Lettering books Art Journaling Books Wearing: Black pants striped tops blazers casual jackets winter coats black shoes... Read more →

After a few weeks of very hot and humid weather, I walked outside from work last night to a huge thunderstorm deluge. My cute red patent leather loafers were almost floating off my feet at one point, but the upshot was the humidity cleared away and dawn came with cool weather. I know this because the big dog had me up at 4:30. Bad doggie. I HATE sleeping with air conditioning, but there's been no way around it for the past week. Last night I was on the sofa watching TV with Mr Pom (actually he was watching the Yankees... Read more →

Nauset Light Sitting on the side porch this morning side by side with Mr. Pom, coffee in hand, and noticing that the cicadas have begun their mid summer whirring. I want to scold them that it is not midsummer, what with Fourth of July being only one week ago, but they go by nature's schedule, humming away the passage of the sun across the sky. It is quiet and I am racing to finish reading a book that traveled back and forth to the Cape but remained unopened.*** We returned on Friday, caravaning down I95, meeting up at Mystic for... Read more →

I haven't taken a two week vacation in several years. It feels like eternity. Halfway through, we have had a change of guests, cycling from nieces to aunties. What have I done for a week? Say repeatedly that I need to vacuum. Buy stuff for beach lunches. Read half a page in one of the ten books I brought before Squishy does something cute and I am distracted. We have eaten lobster, had Bird Breakfast Sandwiches more times than my pants will allow. Watched Squishy watch his first parade. Wash sheets and towels. Say repeatedly that I need to vacuum.... Read more →

I was so happy, happy, happy to hear from so many of my readers for the last post. Your compliments about the new blog design (ah, shucks, it not like I asked for it but I did) were sweet. Fear not, the very bland header will be replaced soon with a hand painted one. Soon as I paint it or find the one I painted two years ago and never scanned in. I do find that as I age, I am trending toward clean, white spaces in my life. It best be a passing phase because there is a whole... Read more →

I decided to return to the world of blogging with not a splash but a flutter of angel wings as I blithely told you of my renewed artistic passion, vision, and spirit and my idealized embrace of all that is my life, heretofore known as: Mrs. Pom, Lifestyle Guru. Yes, you can have it all. Yes, you can remain fulfilled and relaxed and fun and organized and all good things all the time. You can! Except when you cannot. Which is most of the time. The combined effects of this: Plus this: Left me gaga for at least 5 days... Read more →