It’s Porch Season!

Cool mornings of coffee and the paper on the front porch. The sound of lawn mowers and neighbors walking their dogs and strollers.

Memorial Day is a time to remember those who have sacrificed for us to have mornings like this.  Thank you.

Summer plans are shaping up, crab feasts and bbqs getting on the calendar. May finally even inaugurate a fire pit this year.

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If a tree falls in NW, DC – does it make a sound?

Crazy winds this weekend cancelled our Batala performance at the Cherry Blossom Festival.  It also brought down some branches from the tree outside out front door!  

It was blocking the side walk and laying on top some of my bushes so I collected and moved them all to my walk way.

 

So while I was scheming on ways to chop and burn it, a friend (holla Steve!) reminded me at DC services were just a tweet away!  Sent them something this morning, they replied asking if it was still there.  Will see how long it takes them to collect the damage.  In the meantime, I’ll keep looking for an ax and backyard fire pit options. ūüėą

 

Whoa. That was quick. Spring is here!

 
Quickly pruned back the grapevines as well!
  
The roses, veggie garden and compost bin will just have to wait until…well, another day. Read: When mom gets back.

So many plans, dreams and aspirations for gardening this year!!!  So little time.

Theophilus, the sago palm, did not make the winter.  Despite our attempts at coverage and protection.

  

You live, your learn.  You win some, you lose some. So sorry, Theo.  Will try to revive you, in case your base and roots are still alive, but I should have never put you in the ground.  I will not think of your life as a metaphor of my existence in Washington, DC.

Any Day Now…

  
The iris bulbs have sprouted – spring is coming!!!!  One day.

Mischief Managed

We’ve taken on some wonderful movie marathons over the years here at Casa Mison Fulay.  Some obvious ones – Twilight.  Die Hard.  Lord of the Rings.  The Hunger Games.  Indiana Jones.  The Cutting Edge.  (Yes, there were four of them.)

But given the Harry Potter saga was a monumental eight movies long, we had broke it up.  With a viewing of one every few months, interspersed with other marathons and activities, it took us about 3 years.  Well as of last night, the quest is now complete!

  
Many thanks to my partners in crime, Alisha and Jeff.  Looking forward to making our way through the remainder or our movie marathon ideas!

Twelfth Night 2016

Mussels. Fries. Lumpia. Pancit. Boozy punch.  Glow in the dark animals. Mission accomplished.

  

Merry Christmas! 

Amelia helped decorate the tree, Matteo helped string up the patio lights.  It was a fabulous noche buena feast of tinola, queso de bola, sapin-sapin and lumpia.

Overall, a great start to the Christmas Season. ¬†Annual mochi making at Taeko’s tomorrow and M3 arrives from Philadelphia! ¬†Friends, family, food – what else could one ask for at Christmas time?

But I did have a very moving moment earlier at the nursing home. ¬†After we had served lunch, sang some carols and handed out gift bags, one woman asked me to help her get into the elevator. As I wheel her into her room, wish her a Merry Christmas and turn away, she reaches for my forearm and says, “Your hands are the hands of Jesus. Thank you and God bless. Please come see me tomorrow.”

I was shocked for two reasons – first, it was the clearest thing she had said all day. ¬†I was having a hard time understanding her all afternoon. ¬†She had asked for more cider, assistance with her shoe that kept coming off, we even went to the third floor because I thought that’s what she said when we first got in the elevator, just to be told by staff on that floor that she belonged on the second floor. ¬†So the sudden clarity and lucidity of her words took me by surprise.

Secondly, because the priest at last night’s vigil specifically quoted Theresa of Avila in his sermon:

Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.

Mercy brings us and everyone around us joy. ¬†So I guess that’s the real meaning of Christmas.