Tag: Susan Bacot-Davis
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Mist Mingling Prose
I wind down this wild, weather-whipped Wednesday with a tribute to my niece and my bride. My niece, visiting for a week, is the picturesque focus of this painterly snapshot. And Susan managed to capture this cinematic moment between exiting a massage and preparing a tasty dinner for the three of us. Several hours later…
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Yard Sale Postmortem
One week ago today we celebrated Essex Day with the mother of all yard sales. This recycling and reuse extravaganza was cohosted with several friends who were similarly interested in downsizing their possessions. If something’s not being used regularly, pass it on! Today it’s time for a quick yard sale postmortem. Prologue For prologue, this:…
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Essaying Cabinets
At long last it’s moving day. Today Supi and Tony transported several weighty, awkward, and unportable pieces of furniture from our home up to the icehouse under the ever attentive supervision of Pam. Some/all of these functional artifacts will ultimately migrate off-site for temporary storage, but first I’m essaying cabinets as one might try on…
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Starlinking the Icehouse
By now you know that the icehouse rehabilitation project is my long anticipated workspace. Study. Studio. Home office. Recreational, entertaining flex space… All in one tiny historic building. And the common denominator in most of these uses is Internet connectivity. Rather than relying on the cable connectivity we rely on in the house (recently switched…
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Pam’s Poem
This morning after clambering up onto the icehouse roof not once but six times in a row — installing Starlink satellite dish, rooftop rack, and four surprisingly heavy ballasts — I headed inside to work on the stairway railing. In the coffee bar I discovered a surprise: Pam’s poem with a bottle of bubbly. I…
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Before Time Runs Out
Since returning home to Rosslyn almost two months ago after a capricious walkabout with Susan, Denise, and John, some of the joy and celebration of homecoming has been overshadowed with waiting, delays, anticipation, setbacks, deferring, etc. This tension between ebullient gratitude and serial deferral is sometimes motivating, sometimes profoundly vexing. Lately, more of the latter…
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After Wake Surfing
Day’s end. After wake surfing… I’m overcome with gratitude as we head home following an end-of-day, end-of-weekend, end-of-yard-sale wake surf. Thank you. Thank you, Susan, Denise, John, and Cheri, for joining us in a colossal re-homing extravaganza (aka “yard sale”) for Essex Day. Thank you, Pam, Tony, Supi, Glen, and Peter for helping us pull…
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Misty Mellowing
I’ve allowed myself to lament the rain-rain-rainiest summer in memory more than becomes me. More than becomes Rosslyn too, I imagine. Apologies, friends. I’ll try to stiff-upper-lip it for balance. But before sidestepping it altogether, indulge me a moment to consider a silver lining. My misty mellowing isn’t mine at all, not these photos of…
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One Year of Daily Journaling!
Eureka! A year ago I set out on a personal quest to post an update each day without fail for one year, journaling deep into our Rosslyn story in the hopes of ascertaining what comes next. Today we celebrate 365 consecutive daily updates starting on August 1, 2022 and ending yesterday, July 31, 2023. What…
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Home is Wherever I’m with You
Homecoming! After a week in the Gila Wilderness with John Davis and other Rewilding friends I’m reunited with my beautiful bride. The photo above has *almost* nothing to do with my backcountry adventures in the middle of 3 million acres of New Mexico wilderness. That image was taken about a month ago when Susan and…
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Tulip Time 2023
Springtime is tulip time, a dramatic chapter in gardners’ succession blooming cycles. With snow drops, hyacinth, and daffodils fading, colorful tulip blooms take center stage. And this year’s tulip time does not disappoint. Signs of springtime are abundant lately. It’s asparagus time. Also ramps, apple blossoms, dandelions, fiddleheads, tulips, nettles,… And lily of the valley…
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OG Bobcatting
Exciting update from one of Rosslyn’s wildlife cameras when I awoke this morning. Not sure why, but I always get especially enthused when we document a Bobcat. The sequence of three images captured at 2:29am appears to be the same bobcat we photographed a few months ago. Still healthy. Strong. Well fed. I’m struck by…