I know I have greatly neglected my blog. There has been such a significant amount of nonsense going on here at the Frost Farm. I promise new blogs … about Frogs 🙂 Coming soon. In the meantime, try reading my new Short Story … The Quiet One.
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I don’t really like to talk about my RA – especially on my blog because often I feel that it’s a depressing topic. No one wants to read about aches and pains. However, lately I’ve been feeling a lot of comfort in reading RA blogs .. knowing that other people are experiencing the same things that I experience and that I’m not alone. Often when I tell people I have Rheumatoid Arthritis – I get the standard responses
1.)Oh I have arthritis in my _______ (fill joint in here).
2.) My mom/dad have arthritis.
3.) You’re too young to have arthritis.
4.) Oh but you look so healthy.
The truth is – and it’s been said a BILLION times by people with RA – is that it’s NOTHING like your arthritis, it doesn’t matter how old you are (children as young as a 1 year old are diagnosed with RA), taking good and healthy takes A LOT of effort and time.
Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.
I’m not a huge Dylan fan – but he really has a point.
Every once in a while – you have to take a moment to stop and be grateful for everything you have – right then and there – in that present moment. So many times we get caught up living in the past or looking towards the future. It fuels anger, creates anxieties and lessens our quality of life. In turn – our present moments – will someday be memories. Memories that you can never have again. Moments passing you by.
I’d prefer to have those solid memories and look onto them with happiness – knowing I appreciated them WHEN THEY WERE HAPPENING as much as I am appreciating recollecting them.
Recently, I lost a good high school friend of mine. He was part of our quintessential “clique” of teenage boys and girls. Hanging in parks and playing in (or in my case “watching”) garage bands, piggy back rides and first kisses, late night horror movies and prom dates. Some of us kept in touch, some went our separate ways. Joe and I hadn’t spoken in years – we had lost contact with each other – as people often do. But – I would often think of him from time to time. In pictures, videos or yearbook scribblings – I would think of how we’ve all turned into a gaggle of goofy and successful adults. Past discretions forgiven and nothing but coo’s and coddles for weddings, new homes, jobs and babies ….
One of my favorite things to whip up is Pesto. My dad used to make it sometimes when I was in college and when I finally got my own apartment and my own basil plant – I couldn’t wait to make some of my own. Nick – was skeptical. He had never liked pesto as a child and the color completely turned him off. I promised him he would like it if he gave it a whirl. It turns out it is one of his favorite things I cook up. It’s a quick, easy and delicious dinner fix when time or motivation isn’t in your favor.
Last Wednesday was my birthday. And naturally – much to my husbands chagrin – his Leo wife found herself spreading a birth”day” into a birth”week”. Aside – from getting a new lens (which I am learning slowly but surely), going out to eat with family and trekking to the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia – I also got AppleTv. Which is very – very dangerous. I am a self – admitting TV Binge Watcher.
BUT – when Nick asked me where I wanted to go for my birthday – I knew there was only ONE place we NEEDED to go: THE NEW YORK RENAISSANCE FAIRE. We had to wait until the weekend, Nick had never gone to a Renn. Fair before and I wasn’t quite sure how he would FARE at the FAIRE. Though – I knew Nick is very comfortable with my post-goth, post-reenacting, history loving, very dramatic personality – I wasn’t positive he would be able handle others with the same “interests” – all in the same place – AT THE SAME TIME. BUT – as always – he was trooper and ended up really enjoying himself. I love when he leaves his comfort-zone. 🙂
As I mentioned a while ago – in my Baking …. Basil and Cultivating …. Cabbage entry the Third Graders at our School were participating in the Burpee Cabbage Contest and I was lucky enough to score some cabbage seedlings. Honestly, I’ve never grown cabbage before, I know they’re cooler weather crops and the way that my peppers and squash have been fairing the past few years – I was kind of nervous trying a new veggie. But they were free – and I figured WHY NOT? The least it could get me would be a “I learned my lesson blog post”. The best thing it could get me was some delicious coleslaw. Luckily for me and Nick’s belly we got the latter.
My favorite time of day – is just at dusk. When the settling noises of day mix with the anxious hum of night. Crickets and frogs wake from their sweet siestas while birds whistle one last quiet tune. It’s especially peaceful just before a late afternoon storm. Everything has somewhere to be then. Squirrels scatter for shelter – bees scatter from flower to hive – slow, stray drips from the heavy sky. The farm is unusually still – waiting with heavy anticipation. The rooms of our house are dark and Nick and the pups look more like silhouettes than real figures.
We like to tempt nature by keeping the windows open until the very minute of sudden downpour.
“Keep the house cool,” We say.
“It’s too warm without air-condition” We agree.
Gusts of wind – too loud and too angry to be ignored – whistle through the cracks of the screen. Then the monsoon –the rain- much too cumbersome for the clouds- begins. Irate drops hit the roof, the windows, the porch. We peek out the back door – look out onto the porch. Which way is it driving? Can we get away with the windows being open? We can’t.
Quickly we flutter from room to room – hastily shutting each window. Puddles settle on the sills. On the floor.
We’ve made it – through another storm!
“Whew. We needed the rain. I’m glad I didn’t have to water the plants,” Nick grins as he flips on the tv.
That is, of course, until the leaks start …….
Let me start off by saying – I went from my mother’s immaculate home, to an immaculate brand-new apartment, to the trusty rusty I’ve come to love: The Fabulous Frost Farm ….
Our house has been under “construction” for the better part of 5 years now. It’s not that we’re dragging our feet – it’s just that life constantly gets in the way. Since Nick has been manning most of the project on his own – it’s a constant struggle of finding the “time” to do big projects, making sure the weather “cooperates”, and ensuring our bank account isn’t drained. Finding the motivation is the LEAST difficult challenge of all. As a matter of fact, it really isn’t a challenge at all. When Nick and I bought our home 5 years ago – we had it mentally revamped, improved, and magazine worthy within minutes. Evidently, life doesn’t work that way – and trying to find a fair balance between living life, enjoying life and actually getting chores completed is VERY challenging.
Initially, we had planned on decorating the house “officially” when we were finished with the inside of the house. The master bedroom was stripped down to its studs within days of moving in.
Testing is done! Bravo! And bravo to my super hard working students. They really came through this year and I am going to miss them so much.
As soon as I am finished with my end of the year paper work – I’ll be able to concentrate on getting my seedlings into the ground.
It’s nice to have some time to be able to just breathe and enjoy some quality time with Nick.I’ve been so busy with last minute pretesting tutoring and holidays. He’s been so consumed with his basketball leagues and his newly appointed Environmental Committee position that I feel like we’ve just been two ships passing in the night. He’s usually leaving just as I am coming home – so catching up on some much needed binge watching of Shameless is just what the Dr. ordered. Well that … and only the best mail delivery ever @ipsy, @ragmags, @fleaprotection !!!!