Slow Dance

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Greetings from my home in Sun Valley, Idaho, where Summer and Fall are just beginning their slow dance.

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The view from my bench at the river’s edge

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The water level is lower than I can ever remember it in all the years of coming here

I could actually walk out, almost to the middle and fish.

(if I knew how to fish. Love those cute waders though.)

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It also revealed this big pile-up of wood  right below my house, which I suspected might be the work of naughty BEAVERS!

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So after going back in and changing into Rabid Beaver Bite Protective Gear…

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I carried a long stick and bravely ventured closer.

(everyone that could save me from attacking beavers was still sleeping)

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On closer inspection, the wood was all charred and was just the stump of an old tree felled by the forest fires much farther north this summer.

Phew.

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But Mother Nature had also been very busy creating new life, even as we approach this season of dormancy.

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The Hops vine I planted eons ago finally took root and decided to blossom.

I’m not saying I’ll be starting a home brewery anytime soon, but I might have some nice garlands to festoon the mantle for Fall.

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growing hops

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But the biggest and best surprise of all (and boy, was it a surprise!) was opening the door of our home to find New York Son standing there waiting for me!!

My husband was in on the secret, but somehow managed to keep it under wraps (truly, a miracle ) so when I said “I’ll turn off the alarm” and my husband said “I told them to leave it off for us” you might well imagine the split second of horror I experienced upon seeing a big dude in a black leather jacket standing in the mud room!

Once my heart started beating again, it was overflowing with happiness!

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That afternoon we hit all our favourite spots in Ketchum

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The Iconoclast Book Store

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Where the husband picked up this beautiful edition of  “The Beautiful and Damned”, my son bought the latest Junot Diaz book and I found an old book about coconuts (can you say obsessed?!)

 I finished “Gone Girl” and I’ll say this; it was a real page-turner.

In fact I really didn’t want to put it down until the end, which-oh I hate to say it!

was so implausible that it ruined it for me.

soorrreeee :(

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Hot dogs were consumed at Irving’s. Me: 1.  Son: 4.

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Some fun window shopping at Jensen Stern Jewellers 

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How fun and unique and very “Sun Valley” are their windows?!

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Good beaver hunting chandelier earrings

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Vegetarians look away now

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Mighty Man-sized steaks were grilled

Books were read and football watched(ish)

No hiking for me due to the tail bone injury.

We also enjoyed the documentary “My Best Fiend” by Werner Herzog about his relationship with the actor Klaus Kinski.

Listen, if you’re ever worrying that you might be going crazy?

Watch this documentary and you’ll feel better. You’re like, so normal compared to Klaus.

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All in all, a most excellent time was had by all.

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The leaves of the trees on our property snapped with my iPhone, and not enhanced in any way.

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So I might even go so far as to say I’m almost ready for Autumn…

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But not for the clocks to be adjusted.

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In the park, downtown Ketchum.

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Wishing you a terrifically splendid and sane week

xoxo

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Frankenstein Was The Only No-Show


Cutest Mummy Ever, Slim PaleySlim Paley phooooootoooo

One year, we had a little Mummy…

Halloween Invitation ideasSlim Paley photo

Who sent Severed Fingered invitations to his Haunted House Halloween Party

Severed finger Halloween Invitations

Slim Paley photo

The fingers nestled in their boxes of Spanish moss & lichen, all ready to walk…after sundown, of course

Ahhhh…Those ghoulishly fun and delightful  times are but a memory now…

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Nosferatu

Klaus Kinski’s Nosferatu (slowest best-worst movie ever?!)

And irony of ironies, as I post the above photo, my younger son (the cute little Mummy/Beaver) has just called to tell me he let his friend shave his head at school. I said “SHAVED“?  He said “Well Mom,  it’s not NOT shaved”

Aaarrrgghh- BOYS

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We had another little unexpected Halloween adventure this week that we won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

Sadly, neither of our boys were home for;

THE NIGHT…

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flying bat

A BAT CAME INTO OUR BEDROOM!!!!

 

Dracula

The one and only Bela Lugosi


Monday night; dark, windy…I’m in our bedroom office, having just finished writing my “Tranquil Palette” post (an ironic week apparently)

My husband is quietly reading in bed.  All of a sudden, I see him leap up shouting “Is that a BAT??!!

 I run screaming into my office closet. Naturally, the  door, for reasons we won’t get into, would only close 3/4 of the way (note to self; clean out office closet) so I was trapped, leaving ample room for the crazed vampire to still get in, tangle in my hair and burrow into my brain.  How do I know it was a vampire bat you ask?  Because, one, it had those super arched up wings made of semi-support hose just like in the movies and secondly, it’s like 5 days before Halloween so what other kind of bat would it be??

Now I can see from around the edge of the door, my  naked husband wildly flailing his book around  (The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell) and shouting “He’s going for my Unit!! I swear he’s dive bombing right at my WANG!!”  I start to laugh uncontrollably  which, unfortunately, I sometimes do when I’m terribly nervous.

Dear Reader- this is what my husband did next; he chased the bat into my office and quickly  shut the dividing glass doors leaving himself safely in the bat-free zone on the other side.  He then proceeded to yell to me my ‘mission’ which, should I accept, was to run out of the closet, serpentine my way through the demented flight path of the wildly careening, apparently gay vampire bat and “simply” open the balcony door for it to fly out.

Like that was happening anytime this century.

There was more likelihood of  the creature cursed with eternal life dying before I was coming out of that closet.  I cooly conveyed this information to my husband.  After wards, he said my muffled, high pitched screaming implied I’d already sent out Change of Address cards, so decidedly was I entrenched in my new ‘studio apartment’.

 Meanwhile, the bat continued to screech desperately around the room searching for victims. Moments later, I see my husband, outside on the balcony, still in the buff, trying to open my office door, which of course, is locked. I’m pretty sure at this point, even the bat was having a laugh.  Eventually, suited up in two baseball caps (one facing front, one back to protect his neck, sunglasses, high tube socks and a robe over his head, my hero burst into the office and flung open the balcony door, releasing the blood thirsty beast back into the inky black night.

I’m still trying to remember when I last laughed that hard.

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Robert Pattinson

Perhaps if I’d let him bite me, he’d have turned into this??

 My luck, more like this…

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Max Schreck in a Still from the original “Nosferatu”  ( I look at his hands and wonder if  we aren’t related)

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Slim Paley photo

I took this photo in the early morning light- but for the sake of this post, let’s pretend it was the dark and stormy night. I was struck by how strong the silhouette of the etched glass hall lantern was against the staircase wall.

Nosferatu

Ok, I must bid you adieu, it’s after midnight.

Wishing you all Sweet Dreams tonight!