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I had a nice 1/2 mile walk on Sunday with Janet, her mom Marilyn, and family friend Linda. I just had to do a stress test on the Drunken Bench. Note the absence of my trusted rollator, and presence of a cane. Photo by Janet.
Someone commented “Bah Humbug! Get in the spirit!” to a post that I wrote the other day about the fact that Santa has already taken up residency at the North Shore Shopping Center. To the contrary….I’m well on my way towards making sure that this holiday season is as magical for my boys as possible. Although, I sincerely did appreciate the kick in the butt…as sometimes I do need it.
While I have totally begun my holiday planning, I try to keep the holidays a bit under wraps for the boys until Thanksgiving. We’ve made a Thanksgiving night tradition out of making popcorn and hot cocoa, spreading out sleeping bags, and watching The Polar Express for the past several years. For us…that is the true beginning of the holiday season. That also happens to be the evening that jolly, little “Jingle the Elf” sneaks back into the house to oversee the boys’ behavior and keep the big S privy to the going ons of the dynamic Schrafft duo. And then, the day after Thanksgiving, we go out and tag and decorate our Christmas Tree at the tree farm (and then let it sit and simmer prior to going back to chop it down)…..another favorite day of ours for sure! In my humble opinion, 7 or 8 weeks of holiday excitement kind of detracts from the specialness of the season. Too much of a good thing, and all. For pete’s sake, that is 1/6 of the entire year! For us, the four weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas is perfect! And…we do those 4 weeks BIG.
For starters, an overnight trip to NYC to skate at Rockefeller Center and to see the tree, lights, and decorations is already booked (thanks to a pretty sweet Groupon)….as is a trip to ride on the Polar Express up in New Hampshire. A really special thing for little ones to do. My iCal on my Mac is all loaded with no fewer than a dozen important holiday festivities and I’ve already lamented the fact that we can’t see Santa on the Beauport Princess while simultaneously watching him arrive by lobster boat in Rockport Harbor. The two appearances overlap by just enough time to make doing both impossible. Never mind the lies that would have to be told to explain how Santa actually did both. Magic….I know.
I won’t share more of those events/activities with you yet…as they are bound to reveal themselves in some upcoming “Picks of the Weekend” posts over the course of the next several Thursdays.
A whopping 4 stocking stuffers have been purchased….along with three teacher gifts. I have a “sticky” on my desktop all organized with a T and an F and a B (for both) to be uber organized about which gifts have been ordered…and for whom (with the boys being exactly 2 years apart…they get some gifts that are actually meant for them to share…hence the B column). I have items in virtual shopping bags locked and loaded at Under Armour, Nike, and Dick’s Sporting Goods. Likewise, my eBay “watch” list is growing with NWT (new with tag) items to be bid on. I’ve also started to DVR Christmas movies as they begin to get listed. Game On, peeps.
Christmas is indeed starting to take shape….and commercials like this one are starting to give me the warm fuzzies.
Click the photo for a larger Panorama. (The roof is not tilted, that is my iPhone 6+ panorama stitching the photo.)
So the renovation seems a little weird but now I think I got it. Ream out the inside and put in nice new windows and redo the stucco on the stone end of the Cape Ann Tool Company. I would have thought those would be done last but I think they are aiming to get businesses in there quickly.
I could see a coffee shop, a little market selling fish, bread, and coffee, maybe even some light tackle so a kid could go catch a flounder over on the right. If I was dreaming I couple picture Plum Cove Grind moving into the front and a restaurant moving into the back overlooking Pigeon Cove.
No law against dreaming. An Indian Seafood Restaurant! Anmol II. Be still my heart. If you did that Anmol I promise to bring my family dining at least once a week.
Seaside Pizzeria on Railroad Avenue in Rockport!
So, I guess they’re not totally new, but they are new to the Schrafft family. I think they opened a few months ago, but we went for the first time 2 weeks ago. Sadly, we scarfed down our pizza before thinking to take a photo. Sooo, we had to order it again last night.
We got a large pizza with ricotta, linguisa, and eggplant. My husband, who does not throw compliments around all willy nilly, said that it might have been his favorite pizza ever. Them are some pretty big props, Seaside Pizzeria, I assure you.
Our bill came to $17.something. Not cheap, but not expensive….and, either way, worth every single penny.
For the record, they also deliver.
Mother Nature announces November’s arrival in a big way!
Not many tckets left for this event!
Tickets can be purchased also at The Bookstore, 61 Main St. and Toad Hall Bookstore, Rockport, Ma.
Click on image to view the adorable cygnets larger.
Random snapshots not previously posted, taken during this past summer’s B-roll shoots for the Monarch Film and other film projects.
Where did summer go–she always flies by so swiftly–and this year seemed especially brief with the cooler than usual temperatures.
I really need to take a lesson from my fellow contributors and never leave home without my camera. I’m fairly certain, however, that Murphy’s Law dictates that I will only encounter four deer grazing in a field if I am completely unprepared.
So, that having been said, I apologize for the photo quality, but 4 deer in a field in Rockport is a pretty cool grab even if the photo isn’t the best.
A slice of New England autumn, thanks to the http://www.emersoninnbythesea.com/
We had such a fantastic time in downtown Rockport today. The Rockport HarvestFest is such a great way to spend an autumn day….for so many different reasons.
We totally got our Norman Rockwell on…. Quintessential New England.
I was walking with a cane with Janet, and saw a face on a tree trunk. Amazing, I thought! Later I realized one could buy these ornaments in most garden stores. But this history goes much deeper. Trees have a special meaning for us, not only in Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings with the Ents (giant trees), but in our current lives. George Washington remorsefully cut down a cherry tree and confessed, there is the memory of a Liberty Tree in Danvers Massachusetts, and when a grand old tree is cut down in your town in violation of local laws, it causes an uproar. Rightly so, because they’re so very important in our lives. In my bedridden time of illness in hospitals, and nursing/rehab homes, window views of trees were of prime importance to me. A tree is life, and encouraged me to carry on. I will never hurt a tree.
A giraffe must have wandered from the sculpted granite animal park, and into someone’s driveway. This striking bronze animal changes color with the sunlight. When admiring the African animal sculpture park on Phillips Avenue in Rockport, turn and look directly behind you into the woods. If I’m not mistaken, this is the work of Chris Williams, who also created the bear family: http://goodmorninggloucester.wordpress.com/2014/10/08/big-bear-hug/#comments
After the chill of early morning filming, my favorite place to stop along the way home is Brothers Brew. The coffee is really, really good–smooth, flavorful, never bitter, and always super fresh (even the decaf). Their housemade doughnuts, TO-DIE-FOR!
Please allow me to paint a picture for you……
A somewhat crisp, early afternoon on a late summer day….
Children gather all over Evan’s Field in Rockport, families in tow, with a rainbow of colors representing the various teams that make up our little Rockport Youth Soccer League. Couldn’t be sweater, really.
The boys and I took Marlin, our German Shorthaired Pointer, to Finn’s early morning Kick Start Soccer Program and let him sniff the other dogs and then have a good romp around the field once the youngest players had scattered. We took a stroll down the dirt road and waved to the horses grazing in the field.
With just enough time to get home, regroup, and grab our bikes….we were off for Game #2. The boys are new to riding their bikes across town. I’m not going to lie, I slightly panic that Finn is going to swerve, fall off the curb accidentally, and get struck by a car. I’m trying to be less nervous…and they LOVE riding down South Street, through town, up Broadway, past the train tracks, and to the ball field. So, we do it.
Thatcher is a hockey player first and foremost, but he’s been loving soccer so far this season too. He has a fantastic coach and is a totally different player than he was just one year ago. I was just settling in after getting Finn a snack and watching him wander up the hill to pat a super cute puppy. I was enjoying a bit of a “my boys are pretty awesome….and things are getting easier as they’re growing up a bit” moment.
And then, Thatcher and another kid collided. Thatcher tripped, totally fine, but was on the ground fumbling with his cleat that had fallen off. The other child was also fine…and kindly took a second to turn around to check on Thatcher. As I was thinking, “That’s sweet….good job….way to check out the other player” my thoughts were quickly interrupted.
The grandmother of the other player shouted, “Don’t look back to see if he’s ok. Who cares.” I was flabbergasted. My first though was, “He’s fine, your kid isn’t that tough.” My second was, “Shame on you, lady.”
Seriously….shame on her.
I don’t really straddle the fence of Helicopter Parentville. I’m, as many people can attest, a pretty tough parent. I expect my boys to be polite, I don’t tolerate too much crappy behavior, and I offer up plenty of constructive criticism. I love them more than I ever knew humanly possible, but I don’t sugarcoat, and I expect them to be accountable and good kids.
While I wan’t compelled for even a second to run down and check on Thatcher….because A) he was fine and B) it is more my nature to let the coach assess the situation and summon me if necessary… I was still horrified by her “Who Cares” assertion. I mean, really. Who cares? Is that really what any of us want to teach our children. That is exactly the type of response I hope that my boys NEVER have as they continue to grow and live their lives. I hope that they always care.
As a parent, as a teacher, and as someone who hopes my kids are, above anything else kind, sympathetic, and compassionate to their friends, their classmates, their teammates, and even strangers, I was sad.
What did I do, you may ask. Not much. I’ve been regretting my lack of reaction all weekend. I simply looked over my shoulder, made eye contact with the mother of the child, and said, “Wow.”
Yesterday I took my first short walk with no support other than my legs. Occupational therapist Shelly came over, I handed her my camera, and told her I was going to walk. Well, I did, after seven and a half months of grave illness and much therapy. I traveled 21 steps, and I call that a winner – Blackjack!
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