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Change is Always in the Wind and New Ideas are Always on the Horizon.   

As I look out the bedroom window I can almost imagine steel chimney flues with their steady puffs of smoke coming up out of Big Daddy’s little workshop at the Cottage.  Like Caractacus Potts, he can be found anytime during the day (and sometimes well into the night), creating, shaping and sanding his newest passion.  No, not a flying  floating, sing song of an old race car but open-ended beautiful,  one of a kind childhood treasures (how about THAT for a mouthful of a shameless plug?).


For many years we have imagined ourselves living more simply and living out some of our passions in life.  Part of that includes creating beautiful things with our own hands and sharing them with the world.


Life has been pretty BIG these past few months and sometimes the ” Light at the End of the Tunnel”,  seems  just an expression you say when you can’t utter anything else, at least for me.  I do have to say though, the smell of fresh wood, lavender, lemon and beeswax has a soothing effect  as I strain to catch a glimpse of that light.

I am currently searching for the perfect venue(s) to market our new endeavor, Ideas?





Just More Me Stuff


The image above is so reflective of me.  I want peace.  Yet, so many times I allow the world to come crashing in a steal it right out from under me, mainly in the form of worry.  I don’t “see” myself as a worrier, but yet I am always wondering what the other is thinking or feeling.  Some of that comes from my own empathetic spirit, but other times it seems I take up more than I need to and bye-bye peace.   In my faith, we use a term called, “laying it on the Altar”, or giving your burden over to God and allowing him to carry it.  I love this and in fact do this many times through my life (okay~  my day), but then why do I find myself running back to that same altar and grappling with the Almighty to give me back my problems.  I know it isn’t really like that, the grappling and all, but I hope you know what I am saying.  I want to release more.  Let go of and get on with it, it’s hard for me I guess, even though  I didn’t think it was (would be).



As We Grow

I’ve been wanting to update my information page for a while now, many changes have taken place and loads of life learning has gone on, but it seems as though I always allow discouragement to permeate my thoughts whenever I try to do this and its not just “updating”, my blogging in general seems to be hindered.  I go back and forth between what I want to write and what I SHOULD write.  Between, what may be helpful for some but hurtful to others, what is kind but may not be necessary ~ you get it.

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Rather than go back to my “about me” page I think I will just continue to peck away here and see what becomes of it.  I have said many times over the years that I am “ever evolving”, by this I mean changing for the (hopefully) good.  I have never felt I have arrived so to speak and thankful that I am blessed to move forward in life  one day at a time.  That being said, I hope we are all evolving ~ am I advocating evolution as I claim to be a Child of God.  No, I believe I can honestly use this term without confusion if you will allow it to mean what I am meaning it to ~ clear as mud?  I like that term a lot.  I have learned from my mistakes and the mistakes of others.  Has there been a change in my belief system, in a sense…  but not in the sense you might be thinking.  My faith is the same,  for the most part how I put that faith into action is the same, where I worship hasn’t changed, why I know to be truth and what I know of creation remains rooted, but learning more, loving more, improving, seeing beauty and looking at my life in a way that I can actually enjoy things things in a more abundant way, that seems to be shifting.   it’s a good thing.


When I was a young mom I had a way of thinking that I whole heartedly embraced and lived out in my parenting everyday.  I feel it served me well at the time.  I (we) made choices as parents that today we would never make.  Would I change the past if I could?  I don’t think so, do I wish I had learned some things sooner?  yes indeed.  I comfort myself in the telling of this “line”, “We did the best we knew how”.  That being said, we did do some great things:  We survived and even at times thrived with eight children, all but the caboose, very close in age, and gave them experiences many others have  never have.  I have had many opportunities to improve my life and the lives of my family members that I didn’t always take, for those missed chances I wish I had grown sooner.


I can see this may be a long drawn our writing process for me, so I suppose I will end here.  Lots to think about.




December 26, 2015

The Day After Christmas.  I capitalized all the words in that sentence to give it the title I feel (or felt) like it somehow deserves (or deserved).  Over the years,  the day after Christmas seemed more another holiday in itself rather than the day following a holiday ~ as it is.  Funny.  I have in days past, popped out of bed early (just as Christmas itself), excited with anticipation (just as Christmas itself), but instead of finding myself wrapped in a fluffy robe and listening to a crackling fire, I would be wrapped in a warm coat and waiting for my car to heat up as I sipped coffee from a to-go mug and mapped out  post holiday shopping in my mind.  Those days have passed, and as I sit here the day after Christmas,  still in my robe, eating red velvet cookies and listening the the constant “tinkling” of little hands shuffling through Legos, I am glad.   As I enter 2016, and have vocally and maybe, way too boisterously, dubbed it my “Year without Spending,” I am glad that is one habit I have managed to break.


Merry Merry ChrisTmas to you all!

Sunday ~ Funday

Sunday was not our day.  It started off well enough, aside from the usually “can’t find any shoes” and “Why are all out coats still in boxes” banter that seems to go on whenever we are pressed to get somewhere on time.   We did however make it to church service surprising before we needed to.  However by  time high noon rolled around, we began our slow descent into the abyss that is the ridiculousness of life gone off its axis.



Flashback to earlier in the week when I (finally) managed to wash all the hockey gear.  A small fear all you “soccer mom” types are probably thinking —- wrong!  To haul it out of the back of the car is a chore in itself but the unzipping of the bag (oh, the dreaded inside the house unzipping of the bag) is an experience.  Once open the contents must be dumped and sorted and washed – all different loads, different cycles and temps.  Once washed we hang it outside for some good airing out for a day and back inside to the laundry room and hearth for constant rotation and thorough drying, then replaced and zipped back into the back, which brings us to the first in a long line of errors prior to Sunday’s comedy.  Katey ~ being ever so faithful to be here and help with holiday preparations, was asked to load said bags into car.  That was it the beast of all chores has been slated and we were officially finished with the Hockey Bag maintenance.


Flash Forward to Sunday, upon arriving at the rink we quickly began to realize something was not quite right, not only were we very late but when the back hatch was pulled up the eerie silence and blank stare that followed was deafening.  As we stared into the empty space we began to understand the earth shattering truth.  Out faithful daughter had indeed dropped the ball.  As my mind screamed out “noooooo!” and I felt my knees begin to buckle I silently chided myself for not being more attentive in math and more so, word problems that I would fully understand how much time it would take it “one panicked Hockey Mom drove home at 110 miles per hour and hockey stated yesterday, how long would she be able to beat her middle daughter before she missed the action all together”?


Please keep in mind, when it comes to kids ice hockey there is one golden rule we all live by:  you never, EVER miss. Anything.  Practice, meetings, games, ice time… Did I say never?  Ever? Trust me, in this world you do not was to be that mom.     Ever.        Never.       Ever.

Now, from here on out I will leave out many of the painful and excruciating details (which also included, leaving behind his stick, water bottle and snack to name a FEW).   Long story short, as it ended up… now prepare yourselves…  this particular Sunday was the annual figure skating Christmas show, hockey was postponed until later that afternoon.  We apparently didn’t get the memo.  Bam.




Changes, Jack Frost and Birthdays, Oh My!

Our days in the Tin Can have come to an end.  After nearly 5 adventurous months of RV life we have settled ourselves inside  brick and mortar walls once more. It is mid December now, Christmas is almost here and the new year is fast approaching.

A new “user name” has emerged and you will now find us associated with acottagefull as a reflection of where we are now dwelling.  Let’s recap shall we?  acabinfull, acastlefull, agardenfull and now we fill the cottage.  Always evolving, that’s me (us).  I will surely miss all the adventure.Our new cottage is very small and very old.  We find comfort in these two phases:  “It’s cozy” and “It will do”.  The cottage is a new adventure in living on less.  Although not off the grid, we plan to downsize and minimize our living as much as possible in this new chapter of our lives.  It is amazing how stuff creeps in on you and the busy (sometimes very unnecessary) things in life rob you of your peace, time AND money.  I am finding myself actually using the “B” word more and more often and that is NOT at all like me.  Budget.  I have loathed that word for years, but now I am coming to terms.


In  the past few of months, two of my grandbabies has completed their year long journey around the sun and growing bigger and cuter everyday!


~ The Little General ~ #pattonlove


~ The Sweetest Little Sprite ~ #mackenzielove

My firstborn also had a birthday, 28 years, I stand amazed… I don’t feel like the mother of a 28 year old, I don’t feel much like a grandmother either for that matter.  My mommy used to tell me that we never change.  Our skin wrinkles and we look old but on the inside we are still the same.  I believe this now, it has happened to me.  My view of the elderly has changes so much since I was 28.  I have more admiration, more patience, more empathy and more love.  This is what experience give us.


~ Happy Birthday Kristin Marie ~

“Strong like a mountain and flows like a fountain…and never grows weary and never grows old…”




Coffee, Tea or Crazy Me

Today is Monday and although typically you hear “Monday Washday”, the focus this morning is housekeeping.  The Tin Can is bursting at it’s riveted seams with filth.  While I’m not amazed at how quick it happens ~ I am amazed at how MUCH can happen.  Needless to say it must be addressed and today is the day. 

Now, one can’t be expected to take on such a challenge without the caffeine -fueled beverage of choice, so today I decided on  tea.  However, while scrubbing, organizing and gathering supplies,  I spotted a near full pot of coffee left from the early hours and decided iced coffee would be divine.  Somewhere between making that decision and going through the freezer, I had again changed my mind and decided iced peach tea would be better (finding a bag of frozen peaches was also a motivating factor).  

Then it happened:  Complete and utter distraction.  Maybe it was the sound of the A/C grinding to an “almost” halt and my aerial dive across the room to shut it down before the breaker flipped or the blood curdling scream from outside, letting everyone in a four block radius know that Little Big Boy’s paper airplane was not performing properly, or perhaps the bag of ice that slipped from the freezer and covered floor while digging out those peaches ~ who knows, in the end all that matters is, I will today,  get my humble trailer abode cleaned up and find out if peach infused iced-COFFEE is tasty. #rvlife #travelingnomads #homeiswhereyouparkyourcan #lifeinasub

Haiku for a Hummingbird

Small, quick, full of grace

Agile, fragile, full of power

My gaze cannot turn

What is haiku?

Haiku is a Japanese poetry form. A haiku uses just a few words to capture a moment and create a picture in the reader’s mind. It is like a tiny window into a scene much larger than itself.
Traditionally, haiku is written in three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line.
Haiku examples

Here’s a haiku poem written by a poetry student:
The last winter leaves

Clinging to the black branches

Explode into birds.
Characteristics of haiku
The following are typical of haiku:

A focus on nature.

A “season word” such as “snow” which tells the reader what time of year it is.

A division somewhere in the poem, which focuses first on one thing, than on another. The relationship between these two parts is sometimes surprising.

Instead of saying how a scene makes him or her feel, the poet shows the details that caused that emotion. If the sight of an empty winter sky made the poet feel lonely, describing that sky can give the same feeling to the reader.


This is fun way to introduce poetry to children, they can’t go wrong.


A Bra in the Window

The past couple of days have been hot.  Not extremely excruciatingly hot, but hot.  We are no longer on the coast but have planted ourself and the Tin Can on a lovely piece of hollowed ground know affectionately as Cozy Acres.  It is here we receive respite and nourishment in more ways than one.

Homey as our Tin Can is, there is no laundry room onboard.  Needless to say, I have found the local laundromat.  I’m glad to report, it is very clean and offers stamp cards for the frequent Washers and free coffee for the early birds.  All good things when you are a Traveling Nomad.  I actually find it a fine space to think and people watch ~ today however is different, I am too hot to load up and head to the laundromat (double stamp day or not) and lack enough gumption to get to my car.  So what’s a gal to do?  I apply my problem solving skills and tackle this most preplexing delema.  I can do this,  after all washing is just soap water and more water and I have managed scrubbing the clothes of seven little ones in a bin once before, right?  How easy would it be to wash a couple of sundries on the fly? Although I do wish I had been a better planner and packed more unmentionables ~ I am pretty sure this here Bolder Holder can get up and walk on its own!  That is right I only brought the one (gasp) and let’s just say washing at the laundromat a “free” woman is just not going to happen!  Not today, not ever. However there have been plenty who feel it would be fine and do so at the sudsy establishment (learned this from the people watching), it will not be your truly.   So I suppose this afternoon with my kitchen window full of stuff, I can hold my head up high and say I am your official stereotypical Trailer Trash Woman and loving it.