Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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For many years we lived in Toad Hall, an old American Gothic Foursquare house named for the mansion in Wind in the Willows although ours wasn’t really a mansion, the kids just thought it was. Now we live in a different home – one more suited to aging with dignity – yes, well, we can hope – The House Between. “Between” because we are living that stage of life between now and what is to come. Sound a little macabre? It’s not. We needed move to a space with main floor accessibility for older people who may not always be able to climb stairs to sleep and eliminate. We love this home in a quiet neighborhood with offices overooking the wooded ravine behind where we feed birds and watch coyotes play leap frog. We love knowing, too, that this is not our final place – there is more healing and goodness in the next life. I’ve kept the name of my blog toadsdrinkcoffee because I don’t know how to migrate to a new one. The name is now even more obscure, but it had to do with living in Toad Hall and my addiction to coffee. However, I did migrate my old publication – Notes From Toad Hall – to the new one Letters from the House Between.
Thanks for stopping by.
4 comments:
This picture reminds me of the food they eat for dinner in the movie Brazil at the restaurant were the bomb goes off.
Amazing photo...Sorry we were unable to meet while you were in the area-we really enjoyed your husband's class and having the opportunity to place face and name together there at least. So glad my mom and sis were up to their usual culinary selves that night, in spite of the illness that crashed in on us all that week. I particularly appreciate the apocalypse metaphor...so true.
Margie, dear friend, you are a delightful writer and one of our very favorite table guests. You always have a place there, wherever we or you are wandering.
Steve
Ah yes- Karen really knows how to step it up with a meal (or morsel) and send it to the upper echelons of culinary experience. Happily, Rachel seems to have inherited her creativity. I hope it will rub off on me without turning into a talent for knowing just enough to screw it up.
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