So Long Summer Plans

What started out as an Epic Summer Adventure has fizzled in cold, stark realism. The Summer of Lobster is no more. In fact, I knew it wasn’t going to happen about two months ago when a whole bunch of poop hit the fan and splattered in all directions coating everything around in six inches of yuck! Kind of like what a hippopotamus does…except with the amount of poo a herd of brachiosaurs would leave.

Without landing a job over the past year, I knew money would be tight but we had a little tucked away so that the girls and I could travel. Ashleigh planned a trip that brought us up along the New England coast sampling different lobster meals. I planned on an extended stay with some friends in my home town and seeing my brothers and their families. I planned on a few weeks at my dad’s cabin a three minute walk to the rocky beach I grew up exploring.

Somehow what I plan never seems to turn out how I want.

So, heave a sign and throw my shoulders into an exaggerated shrug. Things happen and I move on making new plans for a “staycation” (Man I hate that term! It is so fake and gross).

I probably should schedule this out but then it might feel too regimented, but here’s to the newly named The Summer of Little Cost…of The Summer of Staying Home…or The Last Summer Ever (What? It is 2012 after all and I am scrapbooking all about it). Or maybe something a little less sad sounding. Any suggestions?

On the agenda we have beaching, crafting, local sightseeing (many tourist traps in town are free for residents), a few day trips, tubing on the Ichetucknee, climbing down to the bottom of the Devil’s Millhopper and a few other things.

But the biggest thing I’ll be doing is building a for real raised garden bed out of reclaimed cinder blocks (more on that later).

I’ve not put anything down on the calendar for fear that concrete planning will result in everything going wacko again. I’m taking it day by day, hour by hour with the hope that spontaneity will conquer the summer…

Hey! What about The Summer of Spontaneity?

That works for! This summer is all about unpredictability and by the time school picks up again in August the girls will be more than ready for some serious routines and schedules!

Friday Photos

It was my sister's birthday just a bit ago and all things being crazy - the end of the year, work (her's and my mom's, totally not mine), Girl Scouts and such, I lost track and ran out of time to bake her a cake, so I surprised her with cupcakes from my favorite cupcake store: Cami Cakes. Ridiculously sweet, oozing with gooey goodness and over flowing with icing. So very yummy. Never as good as homemade, of course, but a welcome treat nonetheless.

The one picked out especially for my sister: chocolate almond raspberry.

Mint Chocolate

The Elvis

Key Lime Pie

Peanut Butter Chocolate Cream

Toasted Coconut Pineapple

I Made It Monday

I've decided that I will take a break from my "I Made It Monday" series. I find that the summer is not a time I am very focused on crafting and while I have a few projects I am working on right now, they are intended as gifts and as such, I will not post them here until after they have been, you know, gifted. "I Made It Monday" will return in late August or early September.

I am thinking however on doing a Strange Florida Saturday...so many day trips to so many odd places in this creepy state!

I don't want to leave you without any photos though, so here is one of a scarlet ibis I took at the zoo. Scarlet ibises freak me right the heck out because 1) look at that eye! Can you not hear the ibis' thoughts? "Just one little step closer and I can jam my beak straight through her eye! 2) They are far too flashy. Kind of egotistical if you ask me (and as a Leo I totally know all about being egotistical). 3) I once got into a near shouting match with my 9th grade English teacher because of the short story "The Scarlet Ibis" by James Hurst. I held the older brother accountable for killing Doodle and the teacher disagreed. Really?

"I will cut you if you don't give me some fish. Right. Now."

Friday Photos

We've had a lot of rain this week which puts a damper on going out and taking awesome photographs of wicked coolness. Plus, being in a blech mood puts a kink in my get-up-and-go plans. So, forgive me if I post some photos I took awhile ago. I posted a couple of these on my Facebook when I first took them, but it has been quite a while so...maybe those that have seen them will have forgotten. Of course I just reminded them...

Sigh.

It's been a week, what else can I say?

I love going to museums and botanical gardens. I am lucky that where I live there are no shortages of either. The following photos are from The Cummer Museum of Art and Gardens. Nestled right along the St. Johns River in Jacksonville, the Cummer was once the home of Arthur and Ninah Cummer. When she died she left her home and her extensive art collection to the city and requested that they turn the house into a museum. House is probably and understatement. Indeed The Cummer is a small mansion. Rooms spill into rooms and the formal gardens are sigh worthy.

Unfortunately, like many museums photography inside is not allowed so all of these are from the gardens.

 

200

My two hundredth post. It doesn’t seem like a lot. Not really. I meant to write something witty and silly. I thought about listing 200 facts about myself but decided that I was way to boring to have 200 facts. I thought about…well…honestly, the 200 hundred facts was as far as I got before I just kind of shrugged my shoulders, sighed and decided to play Sims instead.

The thing is I don’t know what is wrong with me right now. I’m not in a funk. At least, based on my last funk I’m not in one. I’m not sad or depressed or moody. I feel normal and fine. I just…

Sigh.

Maybe it is because it is the end of the year. The end of a school year, that is. And for the past twelve years I have been living a school schedule. I went from Flagler to teaching. I’ve spent more of my life in a classroom than I have anywhere else and I’m surprised to say I really miss it.

I miss my classroom. I miss my teacher friends. I miss sitting with a group of students and helping them grasp a concept they were struggling with. I miss training days. I miss watching a group of unruly 13 year olds become more poised and mature. I miss 8^th grade graduation. I miss my end-of-the-year breakfasts I started. I miss the schedule, the bells, the fire drills.

I certainly don’t miss testing days that stretched endlessly, minutes ticking by slower than sloth. I certainly don’t miss the high stakes and the pressure put upon teachers by the administrations, district and state. I really, really don’t miss the mountains of paperwork.

The end of the school year has always been celebrated. A rite, if you will, moving from one year to the next, one stage to the next, one level…The end of the year is like a level up. New knowledge, books, attitude and adventure wait. For the teacher, it is the anticipation of a new year, new lessons, new projects, new kids.

Maybe that’s what I miss.

Maybe it is as simple as that. Or as complicated.

Maybe it is a funk.

I Made It Monday

What happens when I combine my love of gaming, my craftiness and too many sets of dice? You get a new dice box! I made this a few years ago but as you can see it's getting crowded again. On a side note, I really need to stop buying dice.

The top and front designs are just doodles I did in silver, gold and black acrylic paint.

I painted a light brown on first and then streaked a darker brown through the still wet paint to achieve a wood plank look.

I wanted to line it with crushed red velvet...but all I had was red felt.

So many dice. I think I need a bigger box...and of course more dice would be needed so the box wouldn't feel empty. It is a vicious cycle. More dice, bigger box, more dice...pretty, pretty dice!

Friday Photos

Remember that branch that almost took me out a few weeks ago? After talking to my landlord about it, he decided to have the Professionals come and take care of some of the bigger bits of yard work that are beyond my capability (because I don't have a ladder, machete OR a chainsaw). Well, I had the forethought to snap a few photos for comparison.

BEFORE: looking down the driveway towards the road

AFTER: I can see the road from here. Yay (notice my lack of exclamation point. I kind of liked the wild look). It's like my yard has been deforested. Man! those Ferngully Fairies are gonna be pissed!

BEFORE: Front yard and gazebo.

AFTER: It doesn't look much different, but all of the shrubs have been cut back, the pond cleaned up, the palm shaped and a few trees...gone.

Aftermath. This isn't even all of the branches they brought out. They took two loads away in their truck plus there are a bunch of piles still laying around the yard. FYI - this stretches from my driveway to my neighbor's driveway and at its highest is taller that I am.

On the plus side, I asked that they leave me the better tree trunks and branches for firewood. They not only left them, but cut them into convenient log-sized pieces for me. This stack is from three trees and it took me four trips with my little cart to pick them up.