White Christmas, Dissolved

29 December 2014 § Leave a comment

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in memory of Miriam White (1920-2014)

a half foot of snow from the 23rd
lies melting in Christmas Eve rain

so too lie tomorrow’s traditions
dissolved by a matriarch’s ash

RAIN [REGN]

2 August 2014 § 4 Comments

The sky turned black and we were stuck behind
a three-mile line of cars. I’d tried to find
a back way home from Megan’s Boston doc
but didn’t figure in the five o’clock
non-weekender just wanting to get home
to Essex County, Mass (I’d hoped to roam
its Whittier spaces). Rain began to pelt
the car as Haverhill came in view. We felt
quite nervous when we couldn’t see if there
were two or four lanes ‘cross the bridge over
the Merrimack. Our wipers set on max
could not keep up. We followed tracks
of a one-ton truck until it led us through
a flooded patch of Main Street. Thus we knew
we had to park and let the deluge pass.
We turned uphill and looked for treeless grass
to park beside. Rain-Bound. No debate:
John Greenleaf Whittier’s farm would have to wait.

©2014 JS Graustein
Haverhill, Massachusetts USA

Click to read SNOW-BOUND at Google Books.

Click to read SNOW-BOUND at Google Books.

First Stop: NH

8 July 2011 § 4 Comments

After a flight that included two ground delays due to a scratch on the door and re-routing for weather, the kids and I arrived safely in a cool, wet New Hampshire evening. When Ian wasn’t playing Angry Birds on his iTouch, he was holding his plush Angry Bird and watching the guy across the aisle play a “seasons” version of the game on his iPad. Megan and I, on the other hand, took turns sharing music with each other. At one point we realized we had the same song on both our iPods, so we had fun trying to push play at the same time and lip-sync together. One time we almost got it (about 1/4 second off).

walking up the driveway

The family, the lane, the perfect day

We woke to a perfect Thursday: balmy, blue sky with cotton clouds, and few bugs. The kids took their first walk with Grammy & Grampa, complete with the neighbor’s dog. Ian shopped for hardware with Grampa. Megan and I shopped at the outlet mall for last minute France needs. But even with all the activity, we had a bit of trouble falling asleep at a decent hour since our bodies were still on California time.

Today I got a chance to hang out with one of my authors, Mel Bosworth, in Keene. It’s a beautiful drive along rolling hills and rocky streams–the stereotypical New England scenery. The drive home wasn’t quite as peaceful, though, because all the weekenders “shared” the road with me. I came home to newly homemade vanilla cupcakes that Ian & Grammy made. Megan had made dog biscuits with Grammy the day before. I know which one I enjoyed eating more!

And then it rained. Brisk, straight-falling, evening rain. Even with the late rains we got at home, there’s nothing like a July rain to set my spirits right. Mmmmm, I think I might actually begin to relax soon:-)

Cheers! ~Jessi

Quotes of the Day:

Megan (on the last leg of the flight): You know, Mom? Today was actually fun.

Ian (after Grammy asked if he like the corn we ate): Um, yeah. It was good. Not good enough for seconds, but good enough to clean my plate.

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