Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
Thursday, October 6, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Friday, September 9, 2016
Monday, September 5, 2016
BREAK IN SUMMERTIME HUMIDITY
23 August 2016 Tuesday
Stepping out of the shower
Toweling Dry
And staying dry
Stepping out of the shower
Toweling Dry
And staying dry
Friday, August 19, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
SUMMERTIME TROPICAL HUMIDITY IN SUBURBIA
Hazy Hot Humid
Cool Gray Humid
Why Go To The Beach
When You Can Swim
Through The Air
- Grew Up Cape Cod, MA USA
- Beach Sand In My Pant Cuffs
Friday, August 5, 2016
AUGUST IS THE QUIET SUMMER MONTH
05 August 2016 Friday
Yesterday and today 60 Degrees F or so, 7 AM-ish
Sunrise refreshing cool warm
Hinting
Not so very much later
In the day
Sunny hot
DROUGHT
Deciduous trees
Shedding leaves
Ahead of season autumnal
THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE DAYTIME
Early pine cones, dropping on roof, rolling, thumping,
Bumping to the ground
Gravity at work
CHANGE OF SEASONS
Silenced air conditioners
Rumbling furnaces
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Monday, May 9, 2016
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
2'S IN MY POCKET - "WHAT'S IN YOUR WALLET?"
2'S IN MY POCKET - "WHAT'S IN YOUR WALLET?"
$2.00 tradition birthdays & special occasions growing up years from maternal side Grandma Holt. 1950's and up maybe through teen years. Back then $2.00 was a lot. How times have changed.
Even so, I am passing along "tradition" to my Great-Nieces Jasmine and Aiya. I hear "tradition" means a lot to them at this point in time.
The day I sent Jasmine her birthday card and $2.00 "tradition", I made a small observation of my own.
In my wallet I had 2 one dollar bills, 2 quarters, 2 dimes, and 2 pennies after shopping this morning.
"Tradition".
How often does something like that happen, I wonder.
2's In My Pocket - "What's In Your Wallet?"
- 8 April 2016 Friday
- excerpt text to my sister Kathryn Lewis Sherman- Illsley
8:46 AM
$2.00 tradition birthdays & special occasions growing up years from maternal side Grandma Holt. 1950's and up maybe through teen years. Back then $2.00 was a lot. How times have changed.
Even so, I am passing along "tradition" to my Great-Nieces Jasmine and Aiya. I hear "tradition" means a lot to them at this point in time.
The day I sent Jasmine her birthday card and $2.00 "tradition", I made a small observation of my own.
In my wallet I had 2 one dollar bills, 2 quarters, 2 dimes, and 2 pennies after shopping this morning.
"Tradition".
How often does something like that happen, I wonder.
2's In My Pocket - "What's In Your Wallet?"
- 8 April 2016 Friday
- excerpt text to my sister Kathryn Lewis Sherman- Illsley
8:46 AM
Monday, March 28, 2016
GHOST ACHE
GHOST ACHE
The ache that isn't really there
But it is
- 18 March 2016 Friday 5:30 AM-ish
Excerpt text to my sister Kathryn, 19 March 2016 Saturday 8:42 AM-ish
Hi back, Sis....Whatever bug I got hanging in after a week maybe plus. As you said you were... so tired. And ghost achey and sore stomach muscles. Need dry warmth and sunshine!...TTYL Love
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
SISTERS GROWING UP BEACH MEMORIES
Last week my sister and I were discussing via texting who would visit whom the coming weekend:
From me to
her - "If you need a change of scenery more than I do I am OK with you
coming here...the beach is calling me but warmer weather is coming for
that."
Kathryn to
me - "...beach is calling me too..."
Thing is, while I now and have for years
lived here in suburban Milford, MA , for a while now Kathryn is living in a
beach area near the state of MA and NH border.
We were born in CT, she in 1950 and me in
1953. When I was 3 or 4 years old, our family moved to Cape Cod, MA, a working
middle class area of West Yarmouth, South Sea Avenue, the road that just a mile
or so away links to Sea Gull Beach. Cape Cod, MA is full of beaches. So we grew
up "on the beach" at a time when Cape Cod was not nearly so built up
as it is now and was much more of a Summer Tourist dependent area than perhaps
it is now, although Summer Tourism is still a huge part of the area's working
class economy.
Since you understand the years in which we
grew up you also know the historical times in which we grew up. At home we were
taught manners, our good public education was reinforced in a variety of ways,
including our ties to Nature and gardening and growing some of our own
food.
I am not one of those people who is going to
dwell in or on the past and insist that times were better then than they are
now. I will just say times were different.
I moved off Cape after college. I visited
often. My sister stayed longer before also moving off Cape. Not many of our
family are left there.
We still have our house, but after a few
years of trying Summer Rentals, we decided to rent on an annual basis to a
family friend and family. It is a house for a family. A "special"
family who appreciates the "quirkiness" of an older Cape Cod
home.
To my sister and me, growing up on Cape
Cod, Ma was "special". Cape Cod, MA is still "special".
Just not "special" in the ways we remember it being
"special". "Special...but Different."
So my sister came here to suburban
Milford, MA from her beach area where she is currently living for her
"change of scenery, mini-vacation."
Here is how our weekend here transpired
through the lens of edited texting, before, and after...
Kathryn,
coming to visit: "Might bring my teddy bear lol see you later today love
K"
To Kathryn:
"Teddy bears always welcome too!"
From
Kathryn, after visiting: "Hi back here...about 3:30...had a really nice
time with you and (my husband) Joe and at your home would like to do that again
love seeing your poetry Beth you do have a wonderful way with words chat soon
Love K"
To Kathryn:
"Hi Sis. Yes a lovely afternoon evening Saturday and morning early
afternoon Sunday. So nice to have warmer weather and sun to open rooms closed
to try and save some winter heat expenses. And vacation and dine and relax in
my own living room and dining room with someone who is sympatico which is a
rarity! I sat in living room by myself after you left and it was just not the
same. Went upstairs to my normal haunt and realized how content I was. Nice
feeling....
From
Kathryn: "I can rest and relax and rest a bit weepy this morning memories..."
To Kathryn:
"What memories?"
From
Kathryn: "Growing up seeing the items you have from South Sea Avenue
(note: our house on Cape Cod)...it is healing tears so always feel better after
I cry want to come and visit again same as you about sitting in living room
feels like home..."
To Kathryn:
"Yes. Know what you mean. Sympatico. Growing up there were issues but
always loving. Looking back (note: growing up on Cape Cod) it was really
special. Still hard to let it go. You and I go back further and have memories
noone else close to us has. I have told (my husband) and Courtney (Joe's and my
daughter) that too. Oh dear. Now I am weepy. Changes of seasons in more ways
than one. Have a good day. Keep me posted. TTYL Love"
- Weekend of
February 27 & 28, 2016
elizabethsdiary20.blogspot.com
Saturday, February 20, 2016
19 February 2016 Friday
Kitchen floor still winter chilly to the touch
Bare feet impatient
For approaching warmer days
Of Spring, Summer, Fall
Kitchen floor still winter chilly to the touch
Bare feet impatient
For approaching warmer days
Of Spring, Summer, Fall
Saturday, February 13, 2016
TRANSPORTATION AGES
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Monday, February 8, 2016
2 March 2015 Monday 9:13 AM
- excerpt text to my sister Kathryn Lewis Sherman-Illsley:
Mirror image winter pale and weary. Last Friday one minute here and one minute there stood still in full sun outdoors before going inside again to PAID work. Snow again last night, not a lot, enough to slick coat yet again roads and driveways and cars, plowed and shoveled and snow cleared to death since end of January.
Sitting on front porch in faux wicker green lawn chairs recently seating blocks of ice and snow able to be chipped and brushed away. Sipping a 1/4 cup of hot black coffee in sun, watching sun sparkled fairy snow dust glitter float drop plunge down from pine trees branches in front yard. Quite the sight.
As earth moves sun into different sky sphere will have to go inside as shades colder become rulers of front porch. Will be warm enough in AM sun soon to once again sit dream in front upstairs morning sun pretend magic castle talisman tower room. I have to straighten it up from when Joe snow roof raked porch roof through those windows.
- Elizabeth Ann Sherman-Taylor
- excerpt text to my sister Kathryn Lewis Sherman-Illsley:
Mirror image winter pale and weary. Last Friday one minute here and one minute there stood still in full sun outdoors before going inside again to PAID work. Snow again last night, not a lot, enough to slick coat yet again roads and driveways and cars, plowed and shoveled and snow cleared to death since end of January.
Sitting on front porch in faux wicker green lawn chairs recently seating blocks of ice and snow able to be chipped and brushed away. Sipping a 1/4 cup of hot black coffee in sun, watching sun sparkled fairy snow dust glitter float drop plunge down from pine trees branches in front yard. Quite the sight.
As earth moves sun into different sky sphere will have to go inside as shades colder become rulers of front porch. Will be warm enough in AM sun soon to once again sit dream in front upstairs morning sun pretend magic castle talisman tower room. I have to straighten it up from when Joe snow roof raked porch roof through those windows.
- Elizabeth Ann Sherman-Taylor
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Monday, February 1, 2016
23 January 2014 - 7 AM-ish
Bruised purple, burnt orange, pink, white gold
Frosted bare tree branches
Chimney smoke rising
Sunrise
0 degrees F +/- light snow ground cover
- Elizabeth ann Sherman-taylor
Bruised purple, burnt orange, pink, white gold
Frosted bare tree branches
Chimney smoke rising
Sunrise
0 degrees F +/- light snow ground cover
- Elizabeth ann Sherman-taylor
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22 January 2014 - 7:15 AM-ish
A frozen, grey, snowy day in New England
All the subtle shades of shadows cold
- Elizabeth ann Sherman-taylor
A frozen, grey, snowy day in New England
All the subtle shades of shadows cold
- Elizabeth ann Sherman-taylor
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Thursday, January 14, 2016
ICE DROPS PUSSYWILLOWS
13 January 2016 WEDNESDAY
Outside from inside
Clear white crystal ice drops
On bare brown tree branches
Looks like pussywillows
Not time yet
For pussywillows
Outside from inside
Clear white crystal ice drops
On bare brown tree branches
Looks like pussywillows
Not time yet
For pussywillows
Friday, January 1, 2016
TOILET TANK TOP
1 January 2016 Friday
TOILET TANK TOP
Put away bowls, baskets, of shells
Put out Christmas candle decorations
Putting away Christmas candle decorations
Why do people, including me, insist on decorating
Toilet tank tops?
Leaving the toilet tank top empty
At least for now
Except...well...a roll of toilet paper...
At least for now.
TOILET TANK TOP
Put away bowls, baskets, of shells
Put out Christmas candle decorations
Putting away Christmas candle decorations
Why do people, including me, insist on decorating
Toilet tank tops?
Leaving the toilet tank top empty
At least for now
Except...well...a roll of toilet paper...
At least for now.
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