Showing posts from October, 2018

Sweet Caroline

This picture was taken in 1975.
My dad (in the middle) was a sports writer in Boston
and they played a game between writers and broadcasters.
The Red Sox were in The Curse of the 86 year world series drought
during my father's lifetime and he never saw them win a world series.
He would have been so happy in 2004 when they finally broke the curse
and again this last night when they won the series!

29 October

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the fun

We live in a second floor flat at the end of a two mile causeway onto 
a rather tiny sort-of an island. 
Our house sits in the midst of a three pronged fork.
We have views of the Atlantic from three sides of the house
and can see very few other houses...unless you count the houses on the cliffs of little Nahant. 
Saturday we had a nor'easter..which is a big storm off the water from the north east. 
There was talk of shutting down the causeway at high tide.
If one happens to be out and about on the mainland at that point...
it means you can't get home till the tide goes back down.
So...I stayed home.
I lit some scented candles, turned on the fire, and puttered about the house
putting things away and rearranging things here and there. 
My absolute favorite thing to do.
The thing with our flat is that almost every room has at least two doors in it.
One that you enter and one that leads to the big front hall...which we don't use.
It can be a little awkwar…

seeking Sabbath

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 During the cooler months when I come home in the early evening

I can see my house as I drive over the causeway onto this rather tiny sort-of an island.

The sun is setting over the Atlantic and it's majestic light

reflects in the windows of my living room.

When I get inside I light a scented candle

set out to  watch the gloaming

and the evening settling in.


let your light so shine before men

that they may see your good works

and glorify your father, which is in heaven.

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An InLinkz Link-up

Go outside Saturday

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It's been rather rainy of late...and cold.

I haven't been able to get out of doors.

Even now, early Saturday morning before just before dawn,

I can hear the wind outside of my window.

We are expecting a nor'easter later this afternoon.

I was able to walk Beacon Hill after work last Wednesday before a rainstorm.

I took some wonderful pictures of all the beautiful houses dressed up for Autumn.

Have you been outside this week?

Share your post in my linky below.

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An InLinkz Link-up

Family Friday

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Sunday dawned rainy and grey.
It was the perfect day for lazing 'round the house and not doing much of anything at all.  ~

I've been walking around Beacon hill before I head home from work.
It's so pretty to see all the brownstones dressed up for Halloween. 
The landlord came up and replaced the balusters on our porch.
They were getting rather old and were actually blowing like a curtain in the breeze.
Over the weekend I will put the chairs back out there 
with a blanket or two thrown over them.
I'll be carving our giant pumpkin to light up out there as well. 
I took a day off of work for a Verne and Hopie day!
We went to lunch...He may only be 2 but he can put away some chicken nuggets!

We also went to a few different shops where we saw Christmas
and toy carrier trucks.

When I called my daughter the next day to tell her how much fun I had

she said that Verne was still talking about it the next day.

He had fun as well!

We will be planning another Ver…

Thankful Thursday

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I am thankful that I work in Beacon Hill in Boston.
It's one of my very favorite places.
When I get a chance I walk up hill and down and over and around
stopping here and there to take pictures
and sometimes I even duck into a tiny cafe
or do some window shopping on Charles street.

It hasn't snowed yet in Boston...

but it will soon enough.
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An InLinkz Link-up

rhythm of a day

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so teach us to number our days

that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom

In peace I will 
both lie down 
and sleep for you alone
O Lord, make me
 dwell in safety.

Monday is purple day

Cleaning bedrooms day

washing linens, sweeping the floors, and dusting old wooden bureaus

Mondays are making soup days

jasmine days

Mondays are quietness and calm and contemplation

Mondays are fresh starts

this is the day that the Lord has made
let us rejoice and be glad in it


is red day

right deed day

Cleaning  kitchen day...

washing old oaken floors and

scrubbing the back of the refrigerator

 a bar of clove scented soap at the sink

and a casserole bubbling away in the oven

you make the dawn 
and the sunset
shout for joy


is yellow day

right standpoint

scrubbing the bathroom day

shining sinks and shaking out bathmats

windows open to let in the fresh air

walking wild in the elms

asparagus for dinner

and fish with lemon

search me O God, and know my heart
try me and know m…

beacon hill market

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Apples heaped on market barrows
juicy plums and stripey marrows
and ripe pumpkins, yellow and green
to light with candles at Halloween
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the great pumpkin

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Sunday morning came in stormy.

The wind was howling over the Atlantic

and whistling through the windows that we haven't battened down.

All the streets were wet from the night falling rain

and crows were cawing out to one another in the wet and blowing tree branches.

Every week when I think about adding my post to

Make it Pretty Monday at The Dedicated House

I feel at a bit of a loss.

My desk is cluttered, my kitchen is old, the pillows on my sofa aren't plump,

I don't have a colour scheme.

The linky is titled make it pretty not make it perfect...

so I post anyway

and, as far as I know no one notices or comments.


Pumpkin on the hill (Beacon hill, Boston)
This great big pumpkin looks as if it rolled down from the top of the hill
and came to a serendipitous stop just by this tiny black door.
Very Halloweeny.

I was in Salem a few weeks ago.

I grew up in Marblehead, MA which is the next town over.

Halloween is not my favorite holiday.

Salem has become a crazy…