There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in

I have become a terrible blogger. Not only do I not post regularly, I have comments in my inbox that I have not yet responded to. And my grammar in that last sentence, although not deplorable, is incorrect. I can live with that. And I will eventually get back to my inbox.

This post began, as they all do, with me searching for photos to share with you. I’ve got quite the cornucopia for you today and they really are all over the place. And as I sized them, and inserted them into the program I use (Windows Live Writer), I saw that it was beginning to get dark outside.

I mean, really dark. You’ll see at the end but for now, let’s get started, shall we?

 

This is sweet Baby M. She’s over a year old and is now walking. Her parents were away for the weekend over the 4th of July and her grandparents (Helen & Bob) were watching her at their home. She’s just woken from a nap here.

Being near babies is joyful. It just is.

 

This is darling Baby Clare. I saw her (and the rest of my family) at my brother’s home in NJ this past weekend. Baby Clare is my sister, Char’s, granddaughter.

She is the most cheerful child, at least that’s my impression. This 5-month old might raise royal hell at home for all I know, but while she was at my brother’s house, she was an absolute delight.

 

Here she is with her granddad. She is a fun little girl.

 

I organized a boating outing in June as a way of saying goodbye to my dear friend, Nancy, who has retired from teaching at our school and has moved to be closer to her children in North Carolina.

It was a beautiful day in early June on the North East River in Maryland and I invited other teachers along for the ride.

 

We boated to a pretty spot and dropped anchor. Then we listened to the John Mayer station on Pandora radio and had cocktails made with sweet tea vodka and Simply Limeaid. They were really yummy. Nancy said that she had a wonderful time and I’m planning on making a photo remembrance for her that will be a surprise. She doesn’t read my blog, so I think I’m safe in putting that out there.

 

Daylilies in a friend’s garden in NJ.

 

And this is what I captured this evening. The clouds were gathering quickly and were absolutely roiling. The dog wanted IN in a bad way so I let him back in the house when I went back for the camera. He is now upstairs in my son’s room, probably hiding under the bed.

 

This summer has been a thousand times better than last summer and it’s partly due to the fact that we’ve been taking Fridays off. As long as we stay and get our work done Monday through Thursday, we can take off Friday. It’s made all the difference and it’s really fun having 3-day weekends. My friend, Daryl, can attest to this. She’s been doing it at her place of employment in NYC for the past couple? of years.

Life was more difficult last summer, too. But those who come here regularly already know that. I don’t feel like talking about it.

The post title came from a Leonard Cohen tune, “Anthem”. I was reminded of it while watching a movie on Netflix last night called Last Love. Netflix recommended this flick for me but I never wanted to view it because it looked sad. After breaking down and watching it last night, I’m recommending it. Yes, it’s a little sad and all, but hell . . . life is sad sometimes. It’s a sweet movie and the French actress, Clemence Poesy, is absolutely luminous. And it was filmed in Paris (and Brittany, Brussels, and Cologne). Very very nice. Another plus is Gillian Anderson who plays the self-absorbed daughter.

Tonight I’m watching something a little spooky, Demi Moore in Half Light. I’ve seen it before and felt like watching it again. I would love to stay in the cottage along the Cornish coast where it was filmed. It’s a stunning little place that is actually a vacation rental.

Unique Home Stays

And it’s a perfect night to watch something a little bit spooky. I’m glad my son is home though!

Until next time, my friends ~