Saturday

It's 2024, my youngest girl has had her birthday (a couple of weeks ago) and I still haven't seen her, haven't celebrated properly, haven't spent time with the grandkids in Chicago. Time, therefore, to head south.

After a very quick trot to the barn and an even speedier breakfast.

(thank you, Ed, for waking up and coming down...)

(To Chicago then!)

I have an errand to run before I arrive at the younger family's home -- a stop at Delightful Pastries, in a northwest corner of the city.

This is the bakery that sells authentic paczki. The traditional Polish doughnut. Loved and eaten by most Poles on Fat Tuesday. (Make that Fat Thrusday; remember, Poles like to feast a few days earlier!)

So many Polish baked goods! I mean, I haven't seen good faworki or a Polish apple cake in a long time. And of course, the paczki.

(The staff, all Polish, putting out nalesniki. Cheese stuffed blintzes. Just like my grandma's!)

I pick up the paczki and turn toward my daughter's home. It's been just a little over a month since I saw the two Chicago girls. 

 

 

 

That's over a month's worth of growth and changes. So much to catch up on!

("can we keep on dancing?)

(always the selfie!)

(lunch, followed by paczki)

And let's not forget my daughter's birthday celebration. 

 (This particular present is not from me, but it was fun to watch her unwrap it...)

 

 

We all go out to dinner at Antico -- a place she took me to 13 years ago, when I visited her then in her small apartment in the city. Two weeks later I moved to the farmhouse. Three years later she married, a couple more and the girls were born.

Time: it's a beautiful thing, really. No, it doesn't stand still. You don't run on repeat. You keep adding stuff to your wealth of experiences, you grow. 

(Walking home...)

Oh, it's good to see these faces again! Happy paczki day, happy Saturday, happy New Year, happy birthday indeed! 

Friday

Ten minutes of sunshine this morning, duly recorded, before it all disappeared on us.

(Last night's storms brought tornadoes just south of us. First ones ever recorded in February in Wisconsin.)

At breakfast, we talked about cats and gardens. I'll spare you the cat discussion. Suffice it to say it orbited around this cat.

About gardens: there's a garden expo today at the Expo Center not too far from us. Ed has been clamoring to go, possibly because some donation he made at some point to some environmental something or other netted him two free entrance tickets for it. I waffled. We'd gone before. A lot of displays, selling ideas that do not have anything to do with what we grow or cultivate or install here, at the farmette. And educational presentations that we'd heard before -- there, or on YouTube. 

You know who goes to this on a Friday afternoon? Old people with time on their hands who like nick-nacks and ornaments and space to walk indoors on a cold day.

Gorgeous, we are old people. We'll fit right in. 

Ed rarely pushes for us to go somewhere and so finally I agreed.

The expo opened at noon today, so I had plenty of time to first work on my school poster boards, but then we had very little time to spend at the Expo, since I have to scoot off to pick up the kids in the very early afternoon. But even "very little time" was too much. We were done in forty minutes flat. Still, there is always the occasional stall that will grab your attention and there was one such stall today at the Expo. These guys:

Straight from Holland. They come to this country to do the garden expos. And they sell Dutch bulbs, of lilies (true lilies) and allium and something I'd never seen before -- tubers of flowering ferns. We bought some from this Dutch speaking duo! I've gotten to really like the true lilies in my garden. They fill tight spaces with robust blooms that last. No snipping required! (At least not on a daily basis.)

Too, I see that there is a Wisconsin Day Lily Society. Were I looking for meetings to go to, I'd join! (Though the woman at the table said some people come only for the treats that they serve. Never mind then.)

In the end it was a very pleasant escapade, reminding you of what lies ahead, in just a couple of months.

 

The kids today? Great. Bouncy. 

 

 

 

We finish a book. A few minutes of play. With toys.  A rare thing for the girl these days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I then shuffle them through their Friday routines, happy to get them to where they needed to be this afternoon on time. Violin. Ballet. Done!

 

Friday evening. I cook up an impulse buy -- pierogi. Of all Polish foods, this is not one I especially miss,  but still, it feels rather nostalgic to go back to these very Polish dumplings. Starchy, tasty. Perfect for the end of the week.

On goes the movie. Chocolates, anyone?

Thursday

I cannot emphasize enough how weird the weather is today. As warm as on an early May morning. With predicted thunderstorms. Steamy, calm at the outset. And then come the winds. Oh the winds!

Morning walk: barely need a hoodie.

Breakfast: Ed is in a hurry to get to his machining project.

And after? I want to beat the storms, the wind, the weirdness out there, so I hop on my bike and take a spin out along the rural roads.

 

I do not beat the wind. I do not beat that rain either. On the upside -- I made it home before any rumble of an approaching storm. That came later. Still, 54F (12C)? On February 8th? In Wisconsin? Crazy...

When I picked up the kids, it was windy still, but the sun came out. 

And it was lovely. And at the farmhouse, we read and didn't pay attention to anything outside. Then, just as I dropped them off at the pick-up point, the sky darkened. Indeed, the day turned into night within minutes. And it thundered and poured and back home the cats freaked out and the chickens hid. Cant blame them. It was beyond weird.

Ed fell asleep early tonight. Exhausting day for him. For the chickens. For the cats.

with love...

Wednesday

Much of the morning was devoted to operating a glue gun and trying out different methods of adhering things to a poster board. In other words, I'm working on an elementary school presentation that will take place toward the end of the month. 

The question you have to ask yourself with these events is -- what does an average kid, somewhere between the ages of 5 and 12 want to hear or see in your presentation? Therein lies the problem: the age range is huge. A five year old may get excited about dinosaurs or fairies. A twelve year old? Probably neither. 

I used to do big time projects in my own kids' elementary school. I put together a newspaper each semester with stories written by kids at all grade levels. That was a huge enterprise, especially since in those days, you had to cut and paste stories before issuing newsprint. Tedious work! And even more tedious? Soliciting stories, editing content -- all of it took more time than I had, but somehow I packed it in for several years running. So doing small presentations and gluing things to a poster board would seem easy peasy lemon squeezy by comparison. And yet, I've been compiling ideas (and poster boards) for days now and I'm not even half done.

After another misty and very uninteresting walk to the barn... (Dance, keeping me company)

... I sat down to breakfast with Ed.

I said to him that I find it very interesting that when you slow down in your thought processes, chances are very high that you are not aware of the changes taking place within your cerebral cortex. Much like in walking: I tell Ed he's slowing down in his steps and he always says he's been at the same gait all his life. His response to diminishing brain function? Learn a new language! That's what they all say -- learn a new language. Heck, I have trouble enough getting more fluent in the languages I already speak. The other day I forgot for a moment how to conjugate finir in the French imperfect. That's like year one of basic French. Slipped my mind. Go figure. 

(Baking time. It soothes a wounded spirit.)

 

 

We did not go for a walk. Perhaps that was a mistake. Perhaps going for a walk is the very thing you need to do to keep those verb tenses lodged securely in your brain. Still, it's just not that exciting out there. Muddy, cloudy. That says it all.

In the afternoon I pick up the kids. 

 

 

 

They, of course, get smarter every day. At some point we'll pass each other and they'll take over the world. Something to look forward to! They're good kids!

(His troubled look: I need to tell you something that happened at school. I broke a stick...)

We read the entire afternoon. Riveting, I tell you! 

 

In the evening Ed and I fry our brains even more with another not great Netflix selection. I'm letting that subscription run out this month, having finally exhausted all that we find enjoyable and clever there.

Fried brains, delicious supper foods, chocolate for dessert. Your perfect senior moments, dont you think?

Tuesday

I went back in time today. This is easy to do when you're 70: you have many years to work with. You already know that I've gone back to my childhood extensively. Pick up a copy of Like a Swallow -- it's all there. Or, all that's fit to print! This morning, I went back to a time that rarely makes an appearance these days on my radar screen and even more rarely appears here on the pages of Ocean -- the time when I was married and living a life of a parent/lawyer/spouse/cook/etc. I rarely mine those years for Ocean content. With good reason! I like the quiet that for the most part mists over the specifics of that era. Too, my life took a very new and novel twist just about the time I began to blog. I met Ed, eventually I moved to the farmhouse. You could say that Ocean is about what happens after year 50. Not before.

Nonetheless, today I went back and pulled some of that content from the past into the present: I received a breakfast invitation from a friend who is married to not only my ex's old colleague, but also if not married, then certainly connected to a whole circle of friends who were once part of my world, but who, after my split from married life, faded into the horizon. You could say that it was a breakfast of a couple of old friends who, by virtue of being friends for different reasons in the past, are now becoming completely new friends, because we are making an effort to rebuild everything from this new platform, decades later.

Confusing? Let's then get to the specifics.

Morning chores reminded me that we are still in February. It is nippy out there!

No breakfast at the farmhouse. I'm off to my downtown meetup.

(fog over Lake Monona hides the Madison skyline)

 

My morning meal host prepared a splendid quiche (on top of fruits and croissants). This was no ordinary breakfast. It felt regal. Lovely setting, downtown, in a home that was in a high rise. It may well have been the first time I visited anyone who lived in a Madison high rise, with a view no less, though today's fog made that a rather opalescent experience. Here, take a look.

People sometimes tell me that I am insanely over-scheduled. That I move too fast between too many things. In fact, I don't miss more free time so much as I miss paying attention to those around me who don't make it into the immediate lineup. In other words, I admit that I do not put aside enough time for my friends. (Those who live far away actually hear from me much more often than those who live nearby, because it's far easier just to Zoom or to schedule a trip, than it is to make time for a morning or evening out with pals.) Today, as I sat at the table and talked to two very special women, I thought (not for the first time, but with greater intensity!) -- I need to see these people more often. 

The fog stayed with us a long time. The good side of this? I felt like the world was hidden in a dome of icy crystals. A perfect excuse not to venture out again until it was time to pick up the grandkids! Oh, now the sun comes out! Well, too late. Besides, it's still cold, their jacket-less bodies notwithstanding!

 

 

Lots of reading today again. What can I say -- the books are good, the farmhouse is cozy.

And it's equally cozy in the evening, when Ed and I finally settle into our couch routine. Did you have a good day? -- he asks me, I ask him. 

With so much love...

Monday

I got an email from someone who had an idea for a trip to a place I visited 18 years ago. The first thing that I did this morning, therefore, was open Ocean to the pages of that trip of mine. I had traveled with Ed, in December of 2006, so Ocean was not quite three years old and I'd been with Ed just a little over one year. I spent the rest of the morning thinking about all of it -- the journey, the blog, traveling with or without Ed.

(Chores, thinking...)

(Breakfast, asking Ed if he remembered any of the details. Not surprisingly, he did not. That's okay, neither did I.)

It shocked me how much, over the years, I have changed the narrative, the elements of a trip, the nature and strength of the safety net I build into my travels. It's understandable of course. Ed has stopped going places with me and whereas encountering obstacles and having mishaps may have been fun with him by my side, the perspective shifts when you're a woman going at it alone. Then, too, there was Covid and the idea that you could get sick somewhere else. And of course there's the age. I was just a touch over 50 then. I'm into my 70s now. There were also the mechanics of travel: blogging then was so hard because I rarely had access to even dial-up internet. Our ramblings had to accommodate the daily search for a place from which I could quickly write and post.

I wondered this morning if I should take back some of the elements of the past. Whether I should take more risks and favor new rather than repeat destinations. (To my credit, of my next 4 planned trips, 3 will have plenty of new stuff in them and the only one running on repeat and recycle will be one I'm doing for Snowdrop.) Or, maybe I should let time and age and inclination (and gender and Covid risks and all the rest) run their course. There's nothing wrong with doing things with greater gentility over time. It's just a bit of an eyeopener to reflect on the fact that even though I think I've stayed the same over all these years, really, I have changed not a small amount.

In the afternoon, Snowdrop comes here for the afternoon.

We read together. Really, that's all we do. Absolutely riveting book! When I pause to get a sip of tea, she sneak reads at the ending. I tell her to keep it to herself. We'll she if she can do that!

Evening brought with it a beautiful winter sky. Pink, orange -- the works. I admired it from the couch. Inside, where I stayed, with Ed, our bowls of chili, loving the quiet beauty of the moment.

Sunday

Who shops early on a Sunday morning? Who is pushing a cart minutes after sunrise? Well, me for one. At least today. I pinned this day as the one where I restock the croissant supply for the week. As long as I have to drive out to the bakery before breakfast (so that I can also pick up a treat for today's morning meal), I might as well use this outing as one where I also grocery shop. And I start with that, because it would be very difficult to first pick up croissants and to then have them in a box next to me as I drive to the grocery store. The temptation to break off a piece of one, or indeed, to chomp the whole thing down would be strong.

But first, the walk to the barn. It's misty cold. Not much to say for it except that the snow is almost completely gone, which is either a good thing (old dirty snow is unattractive) or a bad thing (a barren landscape in February is... unremarkable), depending on your mood.

Then the grocery store. A few dads with very young children who obviously dont care that it's Sunday and are bouncing around as if on a supercharge. Some older people who probably wish they could sleep in late but that ship has sailed and so they grocery shop instead. Me. Admiring fruits and vegetables and feeling so very hungry at the sight of ripe cherries that I nearly snitch one, except I'm feeling antsy about germs and besides, I'm too old to engage in petty theft, or any theft for that matter. (I write this because I do carry the weight of knowing that I had snitched two or maybe even three times a piece of hard candy from a Woolworth candy bin in New York, and an occasional potato from a farmer's potato field in Poland when I was very young and very stupid. I have no idea what lead me to do it. Youthful brain cells not working properly. Thankfully, I did not thereafter embark on a life of crime.)

Shopping done, I drive to the heavenly scents of the bakery.

Needless to say, breakfast is rather late. 

Our walk on this pretty day is also a bit late. But, oh, is it ever nice! True, it's March weather. March bright skies, March breezes, March mud. We dont deserve this in February. Still, you cant help but love it, just a tiny bit, in the way you love sinfully rich cookies even though you know you're not supposed to, because they're not good for you.

Fixing dinner for the family is also a little bit rushed. But ready when they arrive!

(D'Affinois cheese loving kids...)

(Well, Snowdrop prefers a sharp cheddar.)

(Appeased by a photo book and the sudden magical appearance of a Hook's cheddar.)

(Dinner at last)

(Post dinner special: "let's climb all over Ed!")

And afterwards? Well, my free run of Apple TV ended today so we are back to searching for other streaming services that are new for us and that may offer good short term sign on bonuses. In the meantime? I have to say, after years of not caring about the Grammy Awards, I tune in tonight. The elements of pop and folk and the presence of so many female vocalists is, even for this 70 year old, exciting. 

With a chocolate and a snuggle on the couch. What could be better?!