Reflections and Resolutions

After looking at my last post I realized that it’s been almost 2 months since I’ve blogged about life in the mountains. There is no reason, just lack of motivation, finding lots of excuses not to blog, deciding (for others) that it’s boring or at least not all that interesting, and feeling like the blog has no focus. Anyone who knows me well knows that I write in my head before anything goes down on paper or screen. I have written lots of blogs — at the very least What I Learned on My Trip Part II which never made it!

In my defense, it has been a busy fall into winter. Mason, Rachel’s dog, had her second knee surgery and stayed here to avoid all the stairs at the Brooklyn apartment. She is still here and will remain til the end of January. The happy outcome of this is that Rachel and Riley have been spending a good deal of time in the Poconos. I cannot describe to you no matter how I try what an absolute joy it is to be part of their lives and to watch Riley grow, learn, throw tantrums, and develop ideas of her own. There is little downtime with a 15-month-old, but that’s really no excuse. Trying new dishes, some healthy some not, has been fun and I love the process of cooking more than I enjoy the eating of the results. With Rachel and Dave spending time here I’ve had a chance to cook for others which is a lovely change.

Based on a few things that happened around the house, to pets, etc., I have formed my resolutions for 2015. Often I come up with resolutions that are unmeasurable — like learning to be comfortable in my own skin. (Yes, that was one — 2013 I think!), or better structuring my everyday life so that I do something productive every day, or being more flexible. Because there is no metric for these, I cannot tell you if they were met. This year I have decided to be more clinical about resolutions. Here goes (there are only two so bear with me):

1. Before I immediately call someone to help me solve problems around the house, I will sit for an hour and decide if it’s something I can handle myself. This evolved from two incidents. The first was the ash dump door that I pushed down the hole into the bowels of the house. Immediately I called the chimney sweep because now I had a hole in the back of the fireplace floor. Then, after he left me hanging for a couple of days, I realized it wasn’t a difficult fix and I could do it myself. First, I ordered a new door from a locally owned fireplace store; then I went to Home Depot and bought a piece of steel, put it over the hole, put a rock on top and was good to go. My new door arrived within 2 days and, in spite of the fact that it’s a 40-mile round trip to the stores, I solved the problem myself, put the new door in (left the rock just in case) and called the chimney sweep with a “never mind” message. The second thing that happened was Sydney again tore a nail (all dog owners will recognize as an emergency). So, off to the Emergency Vet Clinic in Newton, NJ, once again (don’t ask!) and, after a detour that took me to places I had never been at 11:00 at night, she was all fixed up, I was poorer by $200 and a bit of a mess after finding my way on rural roads in the middle of the night!! IMG_2277

I bought a Pet Emergency First Aid kit that contains styptic powder to stop bleeding and instructions on how to fix a broken or torn nail. It’s a first step that would have allowed me to go to my regular vet at a much more acceptable hour.

2. OK — last one — number two resolution is to blog at least once a week. I started this blog after a suggestion by my friend, Robin, who said it would be good therapy when I moved up here. It has been much much more than therapy — the process is fun, every time I do just about anything I think about how it would work as a blog, and the comments I get back are encouraging.

Happy New Year to all my friends and family. 2015 will be a good one!