Month: November 2013

Thanksgiving Night

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Mostly Musings / Pictures

“I do not know which to prefer… The blackbird whistling Or just after.” These lines by poet Wallace Stevens sum up my feelings about holidays in general and today in particular. The feeling of gratitude, the feasting, and the fellowship of Thanksgiving make it one of my favorite holidays. But equally as much, I savor the time when the activity winds down and the guests leave. That is when I quietly reclaim my space. With […]

Sun Room Results

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Home Elements/Decorating

It has been more than a month since I wrote about choosing a new color for the walls of my sun room. That post, Fifty Shades of Beige, ended with  this picture: and the promise: To be continued… Then one thing led to another, until yesterday, nearly six weeks later, the project was finished. I wouldn’t call it a total transformation, but I think it’s a very nice one. So here’s what happened. First, I […]

Phase 3—The Next Frontier

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Phase 1 of Maples at the Sonatas is oh-so close to being finished. Today there is talk of the “final lift” on parts of the streets, and then, to my amateur eyes, that should be a wrap. Phase 2 is more than halfway built and occupied. Construction is underway on all of the remaining homes in that area. So it is only natural that attention turns to Phase 3. I love to walk around out […]

Hi, Ollie!

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I’m glad to see that you made it safely to Israel. Hope you’re having a good time. I miss you and Oliver, but everything is fine here. Excuse the personal note above. No, I’m not replying to an email or a phone call. I haven’t had any direct communication with my next-door neighbor since she left for Israel on Sunday. So how do I know she arrived safely? Ah! That’s the beauty of Word Press, […]

Remembering My Dad, A Would-be Veteran

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Mostly Musings

My father, Carl Dierksen, tried very hard to become a veteran. And I guess he technically would qualify as one, though he never claimed the honor. He was 22 when he and my mother married in 1940. The following year, during World War II, he enlisted in the Army Air Corps, both to serve his country and to pursue his dream of becoming a pilot. Dad reported to a base in Florida, where he had completed […]