Snow on the brain. Friday, students couldn’t concentrate with the 8″ to 15″ forecast of snow for the weekend. I had the 5-year-old students measure varying snow depths on a meter stick. Their eyes! Most had never experienced a local snow.
Weathermen foamed on about the upcoming blizzard; grocery store shelves emptied of breads, eggs, milk; everyone decided they needed gas – even though warned not to drive during the storm. My sister and I waited in the snow party line at the ABC (liquor) store. Snowmageddon.
Sunday afternoon. We’ve about binge-watched all that Netflix has to offer. I’ve sewed an entire quilt top. We’ve sweat pant-ed, hot cocoa-ed, fudge brownie-ed ourselves to the extreme. No school tomorrow; maybe not on Tuesday.
I’m not complaining. I rather like sleeping in. Think I’ll make chili and cornbread tonight. Oh, yeah . . . I have a bottle of Bailey’s.
My grandparent’s, John Glenn and Lillian, moved back to the States into this home after an Army career that took them all over the world. This would be the last home that John, known as Glenn, and Lillian would live in together. Their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren loved to visit them often. An opportunity arose and my sister had the option to purchase my Grandparent’s home, having been out of the family’s purview for several years.
John Glenn & Lillian Mae
Built in 1919, the old girl was showing her age. Situated in Ocean View, in close proximity to the Chesapeake Bay, she is an Arts and Crafts bungalow, with an additional bedroom added in the 1950’s. Massive oak trees once shaded the house. She has gone through many changes over the years.
A much needed sojourn to the Blue Ridge Mountains was in order. Three days with no real plans – no internet and no mobiles – but pack extra quilts and plenty of wine and cheese. 🙂 A last Winter hurrah.
Day 1: Arriving in the afternoon, we puttered around the cabin located next to the rumbling Tye River. Dinner was a steaming pot of chili and cornbread washed down with 3-Buck Chuck wine and Coors beer while settling in with a Harry Potter DVD marathon.
2015.Hmmm. . . It started with snow. A lot. We played rustic in atiny cabin. In more snow. 🙂 My family was healthy. George retired. Summer was idyllic. I learned how topreserve blueberries. Concerned about cut-backs at work, I promoted anonline shopfeaturing quilts and assorted vintage collectibles. Even with some fantastically hectic days, I was able to fulfill holiday orders on time. I acquired a new past-time; walking through a nearby maritime forest, which has proven to be quite restorative from the weekday rush. All in all, it was a good year. . . And it ended with humid, 80°F (27°C) weather. The botanicals are very confused.
George has an awesome gift: he can look at a photo (“I want it to look just like this”) and in turn, build whatever piece of furniture requested. This gift came in handy as we helped our son-in-law and daughter paint and decorate their first new home these past few weeks. The one thing our daughter requested was for her dad to build a keepsake farmhouse dining table.
The table was built from supplies left over from mycraft table project, in addition to four traditional maple wood turned legs fromLowe’sand a lot of braces. 🙂
Brianne and I painted the apron and legs a white chalk paint wash. Later, she applied Minwax Red Mahogany stain and a satin Minwax clear coat to the top.