Monthly Archives: January 2014

Promises from the White Sarcophagus

Posted on January 31, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

When was it? How long ago? It seems like a lifetime. It’s January now, 2014. It was November, 2004, almost ten years ago. Why had I stopped at that particular strip mall, one of so many along that familiar road? … Continue reading →

Posted in Friday Pillow Talk | Tagged Alfred Angelo, bridal shops, Demetrios, Eve of Milady, the wedding racket | 4 Comments

California

Posted on January 30, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

I’ve never been, but the tea towel is lovely. Lady Alone Traveler stays closer to home in 2014.

Posted in Minimalist | Tagged California, Lady Alone Traveler, Shelley's been to California, Tea Towel Thursdays | 4 Comments

The State of the Bonide

Posted on January 29, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Last night was the state of the wha wha wha wha on the Tee Vee. It was probably on the radio, too, on En Pee Are and on some static-filled right-leaning AM stations. It was quiet here last night, by … Continue reading →

Posted in Garden Chic | Tagged Arnold Olean, Bridgeway Restaurant, Don Doane, jazz, lettuce, Paul Parent Garden Club, SOTU | Comments Off

In Tilbury Town

Posted on January 27, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

In just a few days I’ll celebrate my second anniversary of blog writing. I enjoy the discipline, but lately I’ve been discouraged with my writing. I wonder about my blog stats and if I’ll ever write “something else.” Am I … Continue reading →

Posted in Back to School | Tagged Danny D. Smith, Edwin Arlington Robinson, Eric Weinrich, Gardiner, I need a patron or a sinecure!, Mark Baumer, taking a first step | 4 Comments

Someone Else’s Big Day

Posted on January 26, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

I’ll be going to a lot of birthday parties like this in 2014. It’s calendar rearranging time. It’s going to be a long, exhausting year. Calling all time management gurus…

Posted in Today We Rest | Tagged aging, I'm not joining AARP, turning 50 | Comments Off

Romeo and Juliet’s Mummy

Posted on January 24, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

January thaw over, we’re back in an Arctic weather pattern here in New England. Sub-zero and single digits are the norm, bringing lots of crying and counting of days until spring on social medial platforms. I try not to complain … Continue reading →

Posted in Friday Pillow Talk | Tagged bridal shops, mummies, Romeo & Juliet, sleeping bags, warm as the womb | 7 Comments

The Longest Year Ever

Posted on January 23, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

1972, the longest year ever, sort of. Check it out. A good year for tea towels, I snagged this one at a yard sale in Hampton, still in the box. I’ve used it a bit since then, but you can … Continue reading →

Posted in Minimalist | Tagged 1962, 1972, January Birthdays, Jim Baumer, Tea Towel Thursday | Comments Off

The Bleak Hours

Posted on January 22, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

I swapped a few e-mails with Jaxon yesterday; he’s in jam where he lives. He was the recipient of an outrageous “condominium assessment.” Having lived in a condominium for almost fifteen years, I could understand his frustration. My condominium owner’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Weather and Seasons | Tagged Blue Tuesday, Florida, Lady Alone Traveler, The Gentleman, The White Mountains | 3 Comments

Passive Voices

Posted on January 20, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

As a writer, I struggle with the “passive voice.” Recollect, a transitive verb means “action” between a subject and an object. “Clapton shot the sheriff.” Clapton is the subject, the sheriff is the object. “Shot” is the “action.” The sentence … Continue reading →

Posted in Back to School | Tagged Beethoven, Egmont Overture, Franco Center, Midcoast Symphony Orchestra, New England Patriots, passive voice, Strunk & White | Comments Off

The White Wash

Posted on January 19, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

It rained this week; dirty and ugly all around…the ugliest time of the year. Then, voila! Fluffy, puffy, and pretty again!

Posted in Today We Rest | Tagged a little snow makes everything look better | Comments Off