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8 Jul

We visited Rocky Mountain National Park today, we being my mom, brother, myself, and this little guy. We’ve been enjoying Colorado, the cool temperatures, and the mountains. My mom, brother, and brother’s roommate are currently watching a movie – a movie I consider scary on my wimpy scale – so I’m on the computer. (I don’t do scary, esp. when sleeping somewhere other than the security of my own bed.) My mom and I fly home tomorrow evening and then I’m off to St.Paul/Stillwater for a weekend with friends. More blog to come!

like mother like daughter.

16 May
I’m turning into my mother. Some people say this phrase with distain. Some with fear. I say it with neither but rather … surprise. Not that I was never like my mother. I think we are very alike in many ways but in this context, I’m referring to hobbies. To crafting.
I’ve always been crafty like my mom is crafty but we’ve been crafty in different ways. For the longest while, I was on a paper kick. Scrapbooking, stamping, book making. While I still enjoy all of those and will go well out of my way for a nice stack of heavy-weighted paper, I’ve turned my focus to sewing. To fabric, which is where my mom’s crafty realm has always been.
Pretty sure my mom continues to be a tad shocked when I choose to spend my free time at my sewing machine. Or when I go to Target and buy pillow cases on clearance because they’re cute and I know I can make them into grocery totes and give them new life. [The green and orange polka dots are the pillow cases; the pink and blue are sheet sets for quilts in the making.] But now, there’s more than just the sewing. My mom is an expert, intense and busy gardener. Eh. I’ve never had much interest. Planting and hoeing tobacco was always enough for me in the plant arena.
[interest sparked] I bought flowers yesterday – a mum and a daisy. Add that to the other seeds I had planted earlier and five larger pots now adorn my window ledge. I’m a tad sad that I still am not in a place in my life where I am in one location long enough to have an actual garden. I dream of planting veggies and having peonies and other pretty things in a garden alongside my gnomes.

my mom’s gnome.

15 May
I gave my mom and sister gnomes when they came to visit over Easter as something meaningful and poignant to remember their trip to Dawson, aka Gnometown. My mom’s gnome has been put to use, protecting and guarding a newly potted plant in her garden.

Easter visitors!

6 Apr
My mom and sister made the trek to Dawson to spend Easter with me … or at least near me/in my apartment while I worked. They arrived Friday afternoon and stayed until Monday morning. It is an eight hour drive from Edgerton to Dawson – phew! – and I certainly hope they feel it was worth the gas and time in a car!
I was excited to play host and to show them around my current “home” for the last seven months. I think it offered my mom some degree of comfort to see my living situation and meet my coworkers, to understand that this is a good place for me and to see that I am really happy with where I am at. My coworkers were (of course) awesome at welcoming and greeting and there were a few congregation members who weren’t shy either. My mom heard over and over, whether from the pew of ladies sitting behind us or other off-the-cuff comments, how she looks like a sister to me rather than a mother. Ego boost!
We did the church thing, shopped in Dawson, met the gnomes, and took the grand tour of the town. We also hung out a lot at my apartment, watched a fair amount of Friends, and all napped at various points. It was pretty much as low-key as you can get for a weekend away but it was enjoyable to have them here. I hope that they agreed that it was enjoyable to be here!

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