Ponderings

Obligatory Holiday Post


Mystery dinner No. 4.

Hubby found the most delightful restaurant in Lake Geneva. The Baker House is an 1885 luxury mansion with decorative rooms branching out to reveal the most nostalgic details from a bygone age.

While waiting for our table, we sat at a small bar tucked in the corner. Hidden throughout the room were touches of circus themes, old national pride, and black and white stills of people with intriguing stories.

We were seated in the four season room where we enjoyed the view of the front gardens as well as the architecture of the mansion. A woman played piano and sang familiar songs, setting the mood for romance.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Ponderings

Morning Ritual

The trouble is, after spending so much time ensuring I do not overheat at night – because for some reason it has become a regular issue – I find myself shivering and rolled tightly under the blankets in an attempt to get warm.

It’s these mornings which are the most difficult to wake up when the alarm sounds. My husband has already been gone a few hours so there is no sliding in close to him in the hopes of retaining residual body heat.

So I stumble out shivering and annoyed, throw on my bathrobe and plug in the heater in an effort to get warm again.

Welcome to the Midwest.

I like to explain to people I am a default resident – had I a choice back when it might have been simpler, I would have moved to Tennessee or further south. We considered it, GW and I, but his mother firmly responded “NO.” It is more difficult to change scenery when one has been rooted for too long. Truth be told, I don’t want to leave. I just want the winter to go away.

It’s proving to be a mild one at least. The farmers will resent the lack of snow, but I’m quite certain we’ll have enough rain in spring to make up for it. This seems to be the trend as of late. We did not have a white Christmas, but if one was truly desperate, one simply had to rent a snow machine.

I don’t criticise anyone for enjoying the snow. I simply retain the right to dislike anything cold.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Ponderings

Benjamin Nguyen

Hello, Ben,

It’s been a long time. I was thinking about you the other day. I had one of your mom’s songs stuck in my head, and I was trying to remember where I heard it from.
I suppose you’ve graduated high school by now. And you’ve likely written that book you wanted. So now I’m wondering what has changed since last we wrote?
As for me, no new publishings. We go out and explore the town, or local towns, or even the Big Cities. I suppose I’ll write about those someday. But not today. I dabble in writing a little here and a little there as the fancy strikes me. I’m on my blog more which I enjoy. I once scrolled to the very first post I ever wrote. It was an introduction to the new blog – I had moved from the very unimpressive Google blogs to WordPress. I can say I’ve been happy there ever since.
We’re looking into adopting a dog this spring. That should be fun.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Fanny

P.S. If you ever read this, it would have been far easier to locate you on Facebook, but I’m just a little old school like that. Cheerio, old friend.

Ponderings, Raw, Thoughts

What’s in a Number?

I’m going to be 29 this year.

I’m not where I expected myself to be.

Truth be told, I should have had at least two kids by now. I should be conducting my own house by now. My husband and I shouldn’t still be squabbling over the dishes, because we should have figured it out by now. But I’m realizing, I’m not as old as I thought I would be by now…

When you’re a kid, 30 seems astronomically old. Everyone talks about this “internal biological clock,” and you start to feel fear over something you don’t yet understand. What I’m beginning to understand is this biological clock is really based more on how old you feel. I’m being perfectly serious. The doctors can’t dictate when you’re ready to be a mother or father. They base their entire system off averages and statistics, but statistics mean nothing to the individual. I personally know women (plural) who had perfectly healthy babies in their 40’s.

Maybe things didn’t happen the way you planned when you were twelve and dreaming up your life. So what? We are in the here and now.

And that is a miracle.

This has been,

FanTC

Ponderings

Discard

I’m terrified to throw away her baby, because she loves it so.

There is a remnant of a tail. Really just a bit of string leftover from endless chewing habits.

Surprisingly, it kept both eyes and a nose.

The ears are softly nibbled.

My fur baby has kept this baby doll for a long time. It’s not that we see her playing with it all that often, but the signs of attachment are still there.

We wake up to find it next to the bedroom door.

It will be left in the middle of the floor (as if to keep us company in her absence.)

It wanders up and down the halls at night.

When I was single and it was just Baby and me, I always let her sleep with me. Often times, Baby’s baby would be lost among the blankets, and I would find it in the morning.

Toys have come and gone in this household for the little cat darling, but this one remains. We can’t bear to throw it away. I think we’ve become as attached to it as she has.


This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin