Re-painting

So I haven't taken any photos of anything recently. Mostly because we are painting with a gi-normous wall in the bedroom. It involves, cabinetry, bookshelves, and a very high ceiling. So because it's been a multi-day project and there are dropcloths and paint bits everywhere I just haven't taken out my camera. 

But right now we are sleeping in my writing room (it has a platform bed in it and is also a guestroom). It's been nice, because there is an east-facing window and have seen some blazing red sunrises. But the cats are really confused. I'm beginning to think they are like dogs, because they just want to be in the same room with us, wherever we are. But in the middle of the night, they get confused. They go around and play downstairs and then come up to find the bedroom door shut, so they scratch at the door and meow. We have to yell at them "we're over here!" and then they come in and cuddle up.

Christian told me last night that he loves the cats so much he can't imagine living without them. Isn't that nice? I think he is.

That's all for now. Since there is more painting to be done, I'm going to try to squeeze some writing in before I pick up a brush.

What is it with Today's Pics?

It's like someone knows exactly how I feel about clowns. The kid's face says it all.

Hilarious

I love this.

It's vintage posters on "How to Raise Children"

And they are whack! As in, whack attack.

I Switched from Mozilla to Safari

OK, I'll be honest. At first I thought only dorks used Macs. But then I realized a lot of people I love and think are cool (Casey, Christian) use Macs. So that was a head scratcher. But when Mozilla started acting all weird and wouldn't download certain things, I switched to Safari temporarily. (Because, c'mon, what kind of weirdo uses a Mac application on a pc?)

I LOVE IT. Safari takes a little while to set up--the tabs and bookmarks and all that. But I seriously adore it. It's my new browser forever and always, amen.

So the word of the day is: Safari. And not the African kind with elephants.

I may wind up with a Mac at some point.

Also, it's kind of snow/freezing rain here. Gross. 

I'm making dinner tonight: chicken with potatoes and carrots. And I made a woodstove fire, so inside the house everything is cosy cosy.

Going to Learn How to Bake Bread from King Arthur

Did you know that King Arthur Flour is from Vermont? Now you have something other than Ben & Jerry's and Cabot Cheese to tease me about.

Anyway, they give classes on how to make croissants, pies, and of course, breads--everything from baguette to sourdough to yeast. So I think I'm gonna go take some classes and get my bake on.

The Cats are Settling In

Blossom is playing hide and seek under the duvet. She and Billy were at odds a little at the beginning, but now they are pretty happy. When they run around the house they sound like a thundering herd.

"I'm in yr beds, stealing yr warm."

This is Where I Live

This is the meadow across from the house, so this is the view from the front porch

The house. It's an old-school farmhouse with an addition, and a crazy huge deck.

The barn, milkhouse (left) and the poker house (center back)--all in the backyard. The ridge in the back is also part of the property.

Looking towards the raspberry patch, this is the view from the backyard.

The raspberry patch.

The day's raspberry harvest. I loooove raspberries. They are so good fresh off the vine.

Guess Who's Back?

Yep,
I'm back and Im blogging again. I've just been tweaking things here and there to get the site how I want it (I'd like it look similar but different) and will be back and running soon.

Ooooh, Horray for blogs!

Hiatus, Indefinitely

Hi All,
As Im going through a time of pretty intense change, not to mention trying to iron out the divorce and immigration issues with Gavin, Im going to take an extended break from blogging. I might update here and there, but definitely not the once a day I had going. I will start up at some point in the future, but I'm taking a break--going underground. You can always reach me at truehannah@gmail.com or call me at 919-612-6097.

love love love all of you.
take care.
I'll be back in the fall.

If Ever You Go To Mad Hatter's For Breakfast

Avoid the Japanese breakfast. At first I was so excited because I haven't been anywhere that serves a Japanese breakfast (which is grilled fish, white rice with sesame seeds, miso soup and usually some shredded carrot or daikon radish). But I've been getting sick all day. Headache, nausea and a little bit of dizziness, which leads me to believe they use MSG on their salmon. Ick. And ugh.

I hope I get better before my tattoo session tomorrow. Im sure a tattoo needle could make me barf indefinitely if I don't start recovering.

Millennium Tunnel

There is this tunnel that you can walk through to get to the south bank that has this poem engraved in the walls. This part of it reads "I dream of a green garden where the sun feathers my face like your once eager kiss." Damn. That made me tear up a bit.

On the South Bank of the Thames

A nice shot of Heather and John, on the south bank on the way to Tate Modern.

Me and Heather on the South Bank

Hey Mona Lisa

tee hee hee hee hee

Trust in the Phantom Hand

This is in the member's lounge at the Tate Modern, which has an amazing view of London. I am being fed a tartlet by a phantom hand. All I can say is everyone involved in the making of this photo was a terrific sport. Thank you, phantom hand.

Gay Firemen Statue

This statue is near St. Pauls Cathedral, to commemorate the brave service of firemen during WWII. Also, the gayest statue ever created. I love it. Discuss the phallic imagery amongst yourselves.

Attempt to Be Cute

After a day out, I try to be cute at the pub.

Just a Break from Europe

I just think this is funny. That is all. As you were . . . .

Saturday was Sunny

So John, Heather and I did a bit of a walkabout. From where they live in Battersea we crossed the river and went to Sloane Square and Chelsea for some people watching and shopping. We started off at the Mason's Arms. Bob Geldof comes here sometimes! I thought I saw him, but it turned out to be a homeless dude. Anyway, here we go . . . .

Sloane Ranger

Me in front of Sloane Square, where all the posh rich ladies go to shop.