Helpful if you don’t know whether your suspected old oil lamp is really an antique.
Folks who have read my September editor’s letter in What’s Up? magazine have been stopping me on the street and asking me, “So how does it feel?”
It takes me a moment or two to ascertain what they are asking about… I’m not certain how to respond. They are asking me in shorthand, how does it feel to have no children at home. Depending on my mood, I’ll say.. “Well, I kind of miss her.” or “Well it’s not really so different because she really wasn’t home all that much.” or “We’re having a great time being honeymooners.” or “I’m really enjoying the freedom of not adhering to as much of a schedule these days. I only have to worry about one other person on a daily basis..my husband.”
I miss all my children, all three of them, but time marches on and I did expect them to go away to college and leave home.. permanently. I’ve nurtured them , that’s what parents do, and now it is their turn to discover and explore on their own.
As for my latest little bird to leave the nest, I’m very proud of her… that she was confident to travel far from home to attend a university 3,000 miles from home. Enjoy the photos.
It started with raindrops gently kissing my face, early morning rain on a hot summer’s morning. It’s been so hot and sticky here in Maryland, the rain is a welcome relief and as I walked downtown with my husband Peter and dog Grace at 6:30 a.m. today, I thought how much I looked forward to summer rainy days as a child
It started with raindrops gently kissing my face, early morning rain on a hot summer’s morning. It’s been so hot and sticky here in Maryland, the rain is a welcome relief and as I walked downtown with my husband Peter and dog Grace at 6:30 a.m. today, I thought how much I looked forward to summer rainy days as a child because those were the days my mother and I went shopping/adventuring/exploring Up Cape. Our summer home in Provinctown at the tip of Cape Cod in Massachussets had only a radio and record player for entertainment (no CDs, videos, ipods) when it wasn’t a day to spend on the beach so we’d usually start thumbing through the weekly newspapers searching for notices of auctions and estate sales to visit. And if there weren’t any auctions or tag sales we’d go searching out stores and thift shops we’d never visited, hopefully with undiscovered bargains.
This week is “No Sales Tax on Clothing ” week to encourage back-tot-school shopping and as I was thinking of what I might need to buy in the way of clothes, the rain started coming down hard.
“Remember the time we were taking a walk in August when Alex was small,” Peter asks me, “and the rain came down so hard we took shelter at the hospital (when they were still located in Murray Hill).
“Yes,” I rejoin, “And a nurse who felt sorry for us brought out a towel to help us dry off, we were so dripping wet from the downpour?”
I’m starting to regret walking out of the house without a raincoat, hat, or umbrella. I did know the weather forecast was predicting morning rain. Still being damp deels good until I step into the air conditioned coffee shop.
On the walk home I see rivulets of soapy water rushing down the road and pavement and I think of all the pollution that is flowing into the Chesapeake Bay. It’s not advisable to go swimming in the Bay after its rains. All the fertilizer, ground water, and other unsavory items laying on impervious services all are washed into the stormdrains and out into the streams and tributaries.
“Some people will do anything to get a cup of coffee,” a man yells out to us as we pass the Court House on our way back home from downtown. By the this time, I’m starting to feel soaked. The water has collected in my shoes and is sloshing around. My hair, which I had not intended to wash this morning, is wet and clinging to the sides of my face. I start to pick up the pace and wonder how waterproof my watch really is and visualizing how good a hot shower is going to feel. A slash of lightening and crash of thunder causes Grace to whimper and I start to run the rest of the way home. It’s foolish to be out walking in a thunderstorm, I shide myself.
“Doesn’t it feel good to run in the rian?” Peter asks me when we are safely inside the house. “The rain keeps your body cool while you’re burning off energy.”
These pictures were taken by my daughter, Alex Crilly, who walked down West Street to check out the monthly first Sunday Festival on West Street in Downtown Annapolis. As you can see, everyone was having a great time with the music, food, dancing, and shopping. Thank you Alex!
I’ve been out-of town for almost a month, visiting the other side of the world and although I enjoyed the adventures, it is great to be back home in Annapolis. (If I could just get my sleep cycle back to normal and catch up on those missing hours I would really feel good). Nevertheless I’ve resumed my regular schedule of walks downtown; morning and evening, and I look at the city with fresh eyes having been away.
I see a lot of vacant storefronts. Avoca Handweavers, which was cleaning out the last of their inventory in June, is now empty and appears to have been leased. The “Mystery Shop” ie the former Annapolis pawn shop that has remained in the decade of the 1950s, is in the process of being cleared out. There are no longer sunglasses and harmonicas and watchbands in the window..how sad. Market House still has very few vendors. But if I walk Up Town on West Street past Church Circle there are new signs of life. A photography studio has opened in the storefront vacated by Horse Boutique and the shop that was housing beauty products for Hudson and Fouquet has been remodeled into a handsome salon. I was recently invited for a visit and could not help but admire the lovely new wood floors and tiled floors that have been installed in the late 19th century stucco building along with the acoutrements for a high end salon. Hudson and Fouquet were the winners (tied with nearby Ruby’s Salon) for Best Women’s stylist in the What’s Up? Annapolis Best of contest . Judging by the many satisfied customers I observed, it is easy to see why. You can check out the list of all the What’s Up? winners at http://www.WhatsUpMag.com and look at some of the party pics too.
if you missed Annapolis Opera’s Tosca or if you loved it and and are looking for more–consider their upcoming production Opera Lite
Like many of my colleagues, I’ve been laid low by a spring cold but in an effort to play catch-up I’ll try and give a run-down on and up and coming event, Opera Lite, produced by Annapolis Opera.
As I wrote last week, the opera’s production of Tosca was great but that’s in the past and if you missed it or if you loved it and and are looking for more–consider their upcoming production Opera Lite a mid afternoon event on Sunday April 18th at Maryland Hall for the Creative Arts.
Soprano Corinne Winters, Lyric Coloratura Soprano Megan Monaghan, Baritone Daniel Collins, Mezzo soprano Erika Person, tenor Michael Gallant and bass-baritone Stephanos Tsirakoglou are the six professional performers who will be singing trios, duets, and solos from popular operas accomplied by pianist Ronald J. Gretz. The repetoire will include Champagne from Die Fledermaus by Johann Strauss, Three Little Maids, from GIlbert and Sullivan’s Mikado, and Strings are Sighing from Franz Lehar’s Merry Widow.
Even though only one of the three candidates for city mayor chose to attend, politics peppered the subject matter of many of the conversations at last night’s Murray Hill Picnic.
Clad in his bright yellow tee shirt, independent candidate Chris Fox was busy chatting up prospective supporters while other attendees talked about the prospects of Democratic candidate Zina Pierre who grabbed the front page newspaper headlines twice in one weekend by first withdrawing and then announcing her intent to stay in the race.
Miscommunication between staff and candidate was not as much as concern to voters as the lack of research that was done by the democratic party or the press prior to the election on the court records of the various candidates. Neither Pierre or Republican candidate David Cordle attended the picnic (at least not while I was there between 5:00 p.m. and 7:00 p.m.).
“I’ve always been in favor of a city manager form of government and my platform has not changed,” Chris Fox told me, “I refuse to get involved in any type of personal attacks on the other candidates. I’m interested in running a clean straightforward campaign.” While the hundred plus attendees from the neighborhood filled their plates with food, Fox made the most of the opportunity to talk one on one with voters residing in the Ward one neighborhood of Murray Hill. Residents posed questions on taxes, economic growth, and accountability , while others questioned how no one has bothered to thoroughly investigate the financial past of all the candidates until after the primary had taken place.
The usual array of delicious food overwhelmed the table and sideboard inside the home of Lynne and Brad Davidson, who generously opened their home once again for the annual picnic event. Fresh salads, barbecue pork sandwiches, stuffed shells, chicken, meatballs, spaghetti plus homemade pies and brownies were enjoyed by all, accompanied by wine, beer, soft drinks, and chilled water.
For more information about the Murray Hill Resident’s Association, visit their website at: http://murrayhill.annapolis.com/