Time


It’s not time to change the clocks yet – that’s almost a month away (November 4th for the US). We’ll have a brighter morning (for a little while) and darkness will fall a lot sooner! On those weekends, one in the fall and one in the spring, I walk through the house advancing or decreasing the clocks. And we have a few:

Whimsical

This one is on the wall of our bedroom. We bought it in Wickford, at a shop that has gone out of business. It complements the white, distressed bedroom furniture and reminds me of Bermuda. Even though I’ve never been to Bermuda.

Alarm

This is Jim’s alarm clock. I don’t need one anymore! He sets it for 4:30 on weekend mornings, because he has two long days and hates to rush, but he’s almost always awake before the alarm goes off with its annoying, persistent beep-beep-beep.

Nautical

This little one hangs on the wall in our bathroom upstairs. It doesn’t seem to work anymore, but I don’t care. It’s heavy brass with little nautical flags around it, and I like it.

On the piano

This little battery-operated clock sits on the piano I rarely play anymore. It was a wedding gift from one of my mother’s friends, and it fits in anywhere. I just pull the whole face off and change the battery when it slows down.

This clock is in our downstairs bathroom. It looks like it belongs on a boat, doesn’t it? We bought this one in Wickford, too, probably around the time we thought we’d have a boat. Then we realized we’d need a boat guy, too. So we have the clock.

Chelsea Shipstrike Clock and Barometer

This was, I think, the gift I gave to my husband on our 10-year wedding anniversary. It has to be wound every week, and he gets a little recalcitrant with that sometimes. He silenced the chime because the dog went crazy every time she heard it.

Kitchen clock

This one came out a bit blurry. It sits high above the window over our kitchen sink, and says “Chateauneuf-du-Pape” on it, like the label from an exquisite bottle of wine. Also from Wickford (seems like every time we were there we had to buy a clock!). The clock is great, but I’d rather have the wine!

Bonnie Raitt sings in “Nick of Time” ‘life gets mighty precious, the less there is to waste.’  Don’t we know it!  A clock will let you know what time it is, but not how to spend it. Enjoy the weekend!

Blogging in a Bad Mood


Maybe I should have waited until tomorrow. It’s probably not a good idea to put something out, over the internet, when one is in a foul mood. Then again, being in a bad mood makes me not care.*

It’s hot and humid, and I’m tired of it. Yes, I know the sun rises a little later, sets a bit earlier, and we’re losing precious minutes of daylight. And so many will disagree with me when I say, “bring on the cool days!” I want my cold feet to need socks. I want to hold a steaming mug of tea up to my face. I want cold air to rush in through the windows. But for now, it’s still uncomfortable. I’m thankful for central air conditioning, but I’m just tired of running it. Bleh.

My début novel, “Chocolate for Breakfast,” has been out for a month, and the roller coaster ride continues. After thirty days, most of the friends and family who were going to download my book have done so. Many of them have sent messages telling me the book was good (“I couldn’t put it down,” “I didn’t want it to end,” and “I can’t wait for your next book!”) To the ones who read it and haven’t said anything to me about it: thank you. I was hoping that, if you didn’t like it, you’d just stay silent, so thank you for doing that! I do want to write my second book, tentatively titled “The Reunion.” But I feel like I’m spending my entire day marketing this one, trying to sell it to people who have no idea who I am. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it would be like this, but still.

Last month I posted about a former co-worker who was severely beaten by her husband, who then killed himself. Tragic and senseless. She has not recovered, and, a month later, she may never recover. And this is overwhelmingly sad to me. My friend was a loud and brassy woman with a heart of gold who adored her two grown children. She should be here to enjoy every moment.

*But I can’t end a blog this way. There are small moments in each day. I ate lunch with my sister today, where we felt a breeze by the water. Afterwards, we watched folks kayaking around Wickford Cove. A big black dog looked me in the eye and wagged his tail, and a little girl in a sparkly dress marveled at a tiny bird.