The Light and the Way

This past weekend the National Cathedral was turned into a new piece of art.  For three nights the cathedral was lit up for all around to see.  We managed to get some pictures thanks to the gorilla pod.  Enjoy.

Watch Cat

China!

As in dinnerware, not the country (bummer). After months of shopping for, deciding on, waiting for and setting up a new china cabinet, Andy and I finally put it all together this afternoon.


Ta-da!

We used the money given to us as wedding gifts to pay for our nice china. Not sure when we're ever going to need 13 place settings of fine dinnerware, but I guess it pays to be prepared for anything. A great big thanks to those who helped make it possible. We'll enjoy it for years to come!


And a special thanks to my parents; the cabinet is their wedding gift to us. As young adults still transitioning from dorm furniture a la Ikea, this cabinet is far and away the nicest piece of furniture we own. We plan to have it and use it for many years to come.

Gratutious Harry Shot

He's just so handsome, I couldn't resist.

Confessions of an Adopted Greyhound Mom

After a week with our new addition, I’d like to update everyone on our impressions of life (really only a week) with Harry.

1. I’ve been amazed by the wide range and number of people who are drawn to greyhounds. My personal favorite thus far: Walking him a few mornings ago, I heard a little girl (possibly 5 or 6) cry out, “Ohhhh, pretty doggy.”
2. Greyhound people are a tight-knit group. We were stopped on a walk the first day we had him by a woman who has a greyhound named Jack. It seems that Jack was waiting in the car and wanted to meet Harry (greyhounds LOVE other greyhounds). We only spoke for a moment, and though it appeared as though we had little in common (she and her husband were about 40 years our senior), I definitely got the sense that we’d be friends if only for the fact that we’re both loved by a greyhound.
3. I’m a little disturbed by how quickly Harry’s poo became a common topic of discussion between Andy and me.
4. When I think of all the horror stories I’ve heard from dog people about bringing a dog (and a rescue dog, no less!) into a new home, I can’t help but feel lucky. Harry does his business outside, he loves to stay in his crate, he’s not destructive, doesn’t bark (we haven’t heard a peep from him yet), he walks well on a leash (90% of the time), he takes alone time in stride, and, best of all, he shows only passing, casual interest in the smaller furry creatures in the house.
5. Most of all, I’m amazed at this creature who greets us enthusiastically after an absence, who puts his head in my lap for more petting, and who looks for us to help guide him in his new world. He barely knows us, but I already sense the trust and love that dog people go on about. There is something special about occupying that space in a creature (human or animal)’s life.

I realize that we have a long way to go. There will undoubtedly be days when we ask ourselves why we decided to bring another pet into the house. (We ask that question more often than we’d care to admit as far as Athena is concerned. Usually followed shortly after other questions like: “Oh, God, what is she into now?,” “Why won’t she just leave poor Nala alone?,” “Did you know cats could do that?” or, my personal favorite, “What is she eating?! Whatever it is, I hope it’s cat safe.”) But if the experience of loving Harry is anything like that of loving our kitties, I think we have a lot of good times ahead of us.

Confessions of a Retired Racing Greyhound

Day 1

No race today. Months have passed since my regular routine changed drastically. I was used to a predictable schedule, a certain type of food, and lots of other hounds to keep me company. Now I find myself surrounded by people and these strange creatures they often refer to as 'cats.' After I finally began to settle in and get used to one person and her 'cat,' another pair loaded me in their car and drove me away. These new people seem to mean well, but I can tell they've never had anyone like me around. They refer to me as "Harry," which I suppose I can live with... better than "Jay's Tone O" in any case. In the midst of all this upheaval, I find comfort in sleep, food and walks. These people can't be all bad. They give me plenty of each.

Day 2

No race today. I was a little disappointed to discover that these new people also have 'cats.' The longhair is more shy and, for the most part, observes me from a distance. The shorthair, on the other hand, well, that one could be trouble. Fearless, that one is.... she approaches my crate with eyes wide... sometimes it's hard to determine if she's observing or challenging me! The people appear to love them, though, so I suppose I'll learn to accept them as part of the pack. In time.

After a long walk I found myself surrounded by grass, water and so many people and dogs! I think the people called it a 'park.' Boy, was it busy. I've never seen anything like it... it was a little overwhelming for a dog who is used to seeing the same people, things, and dogs everyday for most of his life. While it was pretty stressful, I couldn't help but enjoy all the compliments I got while out on my walk. I personally think my lobster collar looks ridiculous, but the people seem to get a kick out of it. And they don't understand us??

Season Tickets

After going to only a handful of Nationals game last year in the old RFK, Katie and I decided to splurge for a partial season ticket plan with two of our friends.  Last night was the first of our 20 games this season.  The new stadium is pretty impressive, even Katie thinks so.

While we were at the game we had the chance to meet two of the most famous Presidents in history: George Washington and Abraham Lincoln.

In the interest of staying married, I also have to post this picture of me.

All in all, it was a great time (even though the Nats ended up losing) and we're looking forward to many more good times this summer (maybe even into this October...?).

New Addition

In his book, Marley & Me, John Grogan writes, "Animal lovers are a special breed of human, generous of spirit, full of empathy, prone to sentimentality, and with hearts as big as a cloudless sky." I think that sums me up fairly well. Anyone who knows me is aware of how much I love animals, and how I'm only ever really happy when I'm living with at least one. It should come as no surprise, then, that I've somehow managed to convince Andy that two cats isn't enough. I've wanted a dog for a long time, and now we have the means and the circumstances to give one a good home. Well, let's be honest here, it actually didn't take a whole lot of convincing to get Andy in on the scheme.

Committed as we are to the belief that there are too many good animals in need of a good home, we decided immediately that we were only going to consider adopting from a rescue or a shelter. With those parameters in place, we did a great deal of reading up on different breeds, and soon zeroed in on our chosen type: the retired racing greyhound. Though it may come a surprise to most, greyhounds are sweet, gentle, affectionate, quiet, even-tempered, and often lazy (!) dogs. Most consider their running days over by the time they cross our doorsteps, and are content to doze the day away with a walk or two each day. Of course, we were worried about the cats, but most greyhounds (about 80% estimated) are perfectly fine to live with cats given the proper introductions and adjustment period. We read a great deal on these dogs, visited with many, and arrived at our final choice just this evening.

Our new dog is currently named Harry (We haven't pinned down his permanent name yet. Suggestions are most welcome!). He is being fostered with a cat (very happily, as we were thrilled to observe), he heels like a gentleman on a leash, he's already learned basic commands, and he's as lovable and gentle as can be. We're picking him up from his foster home on Friday, and we'll have more pictures and news after the weekend. For now, we couldn't be more thrilled.

This is the only picture of Harry we have (from the adoption group's website). He is a handsome boy.

Now... someone just has to tell the cats. *gulp*

Girls' Week(end)

Andy has left us for more interesting pursuits in far away lands. In his absence, the kitties and I have taken full advantage. Tonight, a Jane Austen marathon (Sense and Sensibility, and Pride and Prejudice, no doubt two of my favorite movies... EVER.) and tomorrow, Gone with the Wind. Though it is my favorite movie, Andy has yet to see the second half (he knows how much I love it). I haven't seen it since we started living together, and I figure that is too long. I ordered a pizza for dinner topped with fresh tomatoes (oh! the abject horror of fresh tomatoes!).

I've been keeping a list of little things that need to get done around the house (cleaning the bathroom floor, painting a spot we missed in the dining room, etc.) and have managed to get more done in a day alone then I was able to do in a month as a pair. Now, in fairness, Andy is an excellent helper when it comes to cleaning. He's good at taking direction and willing to help out, two characteristics I am positive are lacking in most guys. I am grateful for that. With that said, most tasks I assign him (or he takes on of his own initiative), require a great deal of explanation on my part for him to accomplish. Sometimes it is nice to set out to wash the bathroom floor and to simply do it without having to explain how, why, with what tools, how long, in what direction, at what time of day, under what star sign, etc. The cats, for their part, have continued the diligent search for the most comfortable place in the house to nap in the sunlight.

Also, in the event that Andy might be reading this post from his "business trip," I should confess the following: I threw away a few cardboard boxes; The cats' food is out now and has likely been out all day; My shoes are scattered in the way of the front door; The dishwasher hasn't been emptied and there are dishes in the sink that I will likely load into the dishwasher incorrectly; I've washed several loads of laundry without cleaning out the lint trap. Oh, and the Rock Hollow cab is pretty good.

;o)

Easter Sunday

One of the things I love most about this house is the natural light. As the weeks go by I find myself thinking "wow... that's beautiful," and though it's been nearly 4 months now, I have yet to take it for granted. Maybe it's the old glass, maybe it's the size of the windows, or maybe it's really that we spent the last few years renting a place surrounded by mature trees (dark and cool). Most likely, I'll long for that shaded past once the full force of summer hits. Perhaps I'll even stop feeling blessed when I see the living room or our bedroom flooded with sunlight, but I truly doubt it. It's just too perfect. Particularly on a sunny Easter Sunday.

Uncle Andy

Even with the scary red eyes, I still love this picture. He's still really not quite comfortable holding a baby, but he's getting better...

Give him a few years.

(Oh, how I love to tease our parents/potential grandparents-to-be... ;o) )

A Legacy of Love

What follows is the transcript for an oral interview that Andy and I conducted with my great-grandparents on the subject of love and marriage, completed in celebration of our wedding last September...


Edna and Delmont Meader
June 16, 2007
Married: December 7, 1935

Edna: We’ve been married a long time… that’s for sure.
Katie: Yes, you have. How long has it been?
Edna: 71 years.
Katie: How did the two of you meet?
Edna: High school. We both went to the same high school. He used to give me a ride because I boarded on the way from his home to school, so he’d pick me up. And that’s how we got acquainted.
Del: She lived about – boarded about – halfway between where I lived and the school. She knew I had a horse and carriage, and she knew just about when I’d be coming by so she’d come out and start walking along the road. The first year, she’d look out and I’d look out… by the second year, we were both looking in [at each other]!
Katie: How long were the two of you dating?
Edna: Five years…. That’s how long we knew each other.
Katie: When did you guys decide that this was it… that you wanted to spend 71 years together?
Edna: Well… my mother was sickly all my life. I can’t remember when she was well. So I had to stay home to take care of her a lot, and he was around a lot to help me and we just stuck together. I decided that I wanted him around for good.
Katie: How did you guys become engaged?
Edna: My mother always said, “I never had a diamond. And I don’t want you to get married without a diamond.” So I got a diamond. She was very determined. She was on her deathbed and she said, “I want you to get married and have a diamond, ‘cause I never did!” I can just hear her now.
Katie: And I bet she made sure Gramp was in the room for that!
Edna (to Del): Did you know you had to give me a diamond?
Del: I knew when you told me so!
Katie: How long were you guys engaged before you got married?
Del: Two or three months, something like that.
Edna: It wasn’t long, I know that much!
Katie: Wedding planning then was a bit different than it is now.
Edna: We were married in my living room, where my father and mother lived, ‘cause mother was so sickly, she couldn’t travel. They did have her out in the room when the ceremony was performed. It was a lot different then than it is now. But we lasted…
Katie: Do you have any particularly vivid memories from your wedding day?
Edna: I remember we had to go back after the flowers!
Del: We had just a small, family wedding – her parents, my parents… my brother was the best man and her sister was the bridesmaid. That’s all we had for a wedding party. I had a sister in law that came and –
Edna: Louis came… she was a good friend of ours.
Del: Oh, yes, she played the piano, didn’t she?
Edna. Yes, that’s right. She played the piano while we came down the stairs and she served the refreshments. Made most of ‘em.
Katie: Let’s see… what else…
Del: We went to Fairfield (Maine) on our honeymoon.
Edna: [Laughs]
Katie: You went to Fairfield on your honeymoon?
Edna: Yes, we did. And milked the cows in between!
Del: I was working up there. I delivered spring water… part of my job was – two or three days a week – to deliver spring water all around the Waterville/Skowhegan area. 5-gallon jugs… I’d deliver them around to various businesses, in some places I’d have to take them and lug them up several flights of stairs. So we were married, and we went to Fairfield to stay with her aunt, and each day I had to go to work. And that was our honeymoon. We didn’t really have a honeymoon until we had our 50th Anniversary.
Katie: So that’s how you made it through the first 50 years? Just had to get to that honeymoon!
Del: Ayuh. We ended up going to Hawaii.
Edna: Grampa only made five dollars a week then.
Del: Five dollars a week plus my board. I stayed most of the time at work. She was living with her father and mother. I drove back at forth for the first 6 months of our marriage. We were married a year and a half before we lived together on our own.
Katie: Some people say that the first year of marriage is the most challenging. Do you think that’s true? How do you remember that first year?
Edna: The hardest part was that my mother was very sick, so I had to stay right at home. We couldn’t celebrate getting married.
Katie: What challenges have you faced as a married couple?
Edna: Making a living!
Del: Well, I don’t know if we’ve had too many challenges.
Edna: We’ve had a pretty good life. We’ve said so many times.
Katie: How about some of the happier moments?
Edna: We’ve got a lot of them! We’ve done a lot of traveling. We were able to do just about anything we wanted to for many years. We’ve both worked and made good money – good money for then. We’ve had a good life.
Katie: Andy and I are looking to start our 70 years together soon… what is a piece of advice that you guys could give us as we set out on this journey?
Edna: Don’t be pigheaded! Give in!
Del: I asked my father about the secret to being married this long, and he said “Outdoor Living.” I asked what he meant by that and he said, “When I got married I vowed that if the wife and I ever got in an argument, I’d go outdoors. Well, I’ve spent most of my life outdoors!”
Del: You asked what we would do differently if we could do it all over again. We wouldn’t do anything different… just more of it.
Andy: When were you two married? I’m not sure I know that.
Del: December 7, 1935. 6 years later the Japanese sent up fireworks to celebrate our anniversary!
Katie: How old were you when you were married?
Edna: He was 21 and I was just about to turn 19 years old.
Andy (to Del): When did you know that she was the one for you?
Del: Well, I always say, “She chased me until I caught her!”
Katie: [Laughing] Well, I’m very glad that you caught her. So many happy memories.

My great-grandmother, Edna Meader, passed away at the age of 91 on Friday, February 29. She will be dearly missed.

Spring Training

This year we continued our bi-annual trip to Sanibel Island, FL for a little sun and Red Sox Spring Training.  In a break from tradition (granted, the tradition consisted of one previous trip) we managed to overlap for a few days our stay with Steve, Lauren, Jack and my Dad.  Also, in celebration of Katie's Dad's 50th birthday (Oct 29, 2007), the entire Poulin clan joined us for the week.

Despite some sickness (the Magoun men were all sick at some point, oddly no one else seemed to be affected), everyone had a great time.  Highlights of the trip included seeing family, relaxing on the beach, biking around the very flat (but sometimes surprisingly windy) island, seeing a bobcat, and enjoying the Red Sox.  We didn't manage to take too many pictures, but we did get some.

The earrings Katie is wearing were made by my mom's best college friend, Ann Feeley.  There were so many positive comments by other fans that we're trying to get her to sell them.

Curtain Update

Much better...

Masterpiece Theatre

Now that the living room is starting to take shape, I figured it was time to invite you in for a story by the hearth. You see, our charming little house came with quite a history, and we'd like to share some of that history with you. What follows is an excerpt from what Andy and I affectionately call "the Book," written by local historian, Ruth Lincoln Kaye. So relax, pull up a chair, and grab a glass of scotch. No ascots or smoking robes required.

This little gem of a house was built between 1852 and 1854. Originally two rooms over two, with fireplaces in the living room and front bedroom, it has changed very little except for addition of a back wing between 1902 and 1907.

It is of a style that architectural historians fondly term "vernacular," meaning peculiar to the time and place, a local style. Some local historians wept buckets at the destruction of a similar house in 1989 in the 100 block of Franklin Street. It bore remarkable similarity to the house at 702 S. Fairfax, yet could not be saved.

In 1972 the house on Fairfax was placed on the Alexandria Map of Historical Significance in the category, "should be retained," and thus has protection from drastic change.

In the beginning, and well into the 20th century, the house was inhabited largely by people of blue collar background: an Irish shopkeeper (who built the house), carpenter, fisherman, gunner, son of a grocery store owner, meat cutter, and so on. Now with the emerging of the Southern sector of town as a prime place to live, these houses are being snapped up by young professionals who enjoy the ambiance and the antiquity of the neighborhood.

It seems impossible, but in 1859 the house was sold at public auction for a paltry $205. Again in 1884 in went for a mere $125. Things began to pick up, though, as anyone in the market of selling or buying can tell you. Now, beautifully restored in keeping with its character, 702 S. Fairfax Street is, to reiterate, a real gem.

To be continued...

Top Ten Reasons I'm Glad Andy is a Part of My LIfe

In the spirit of David Letterman and Andy's 27th birthday, I give you the top ten reasons that I'm glad (thrilled, really) that Andy is a part of my life (in no particular order):

Without him, I’d likely still be a pathetic PC user trying desperately to get my computer to stop crashing.

Someone has to get up to feed the cats in the morning.

He looks GREAT in a suit.

He’s the only man I’ve ever met who can do shaggy hair and long, scruffy beard and still look cute.

The man reads books about things like Middle Eastern military history for fun.

I get to ignore recipes that call for onions, or mushrooms, or tomatoes, or potatoes, or artichokes, or peas, or watermelon…

He watches trashy/girly TV shows that I like such as Grey’s Anatomy and I Love New York 2 without complaining.

He shares my enthusiasm for purchasing and caring for an exorbitantly expensive, crooked house based on what amounts to an irrational love of history.

Like me, he preaches the gospel according to Maynard James Keenan.

And finally, after almost 5 years (2 cats, 1 wedding and an old house), he's still my favorite person.

Happy 27th Birthday, Andy!

Curtain Call

When my parents first built their house, they spent so much time, money and effort building the actual house, that a few items were put "on hold" in their eagerness to move in. I can remember, for example, that my parents' bedroom was without a carpet -- plywood -- for the first few months (?) that we lived there. I don't remember this, but my mother has told me that another missing piece of the new house was the living room curtains. She said, for at least a few months, they were forced to tape blankets over the windows to conserve energy and preserve privacy. Now, we've laughed about those early months on several occasions, but NEVER would I have imagined that history would repeat itself with my first house.

Sure enough, after two months of hemorrhaging money as new homeowners, one thing we have yet to spend on is new living room curtains. There are a multitude of reasons for this, but regardless of the reason, Andy and I have been living with our bare windows for over a month now. This has become a problem for two reasons: one, no one wants to live in a fishbowl and two, our darling 100+ year old windows leak heat like an old tea kettle. Given this weekend's temperature plunge and my unwillingness to share my television preferences with the neighborhood, I finally gave in and decided to tape my accidental extra set of dining room curtains over the living room windows.


Classy, I know. Laugh if you want, but we've noticed a significant difference in the 36 hours or so since we put these suckers up. Donations now being accepted to the "Home Ownership Has Turned Us Into a Pathetic Lot Foundation;" tax deductible, of course.

Time for a Change

Given that we're no longer denizens of the House of Payne, I figured it was time to revamp the blog a bit to fit this new chapter in our lives. Please bear with us as we play around with it...

:o)

It's all about the Hamiltons...

For those of you who aren't an alumnus or alumna of a certain college from upstate New York and therefore aren't subject to their constant emails, let me enlighten you.  Tomorrow is the 251st (or 253rd) birthday of the greatest, and some would say the best looking, of the Founding Fathers: Alexander Hamilton.  

Al Ham's (as he's fondly known by my classmates) accomplishments include:

-Delegate for New York to the Continental Congress

-Co-author of The Federalist Papers (written along with John Jay and James Madison)

-First Secretary of the Treasury

-Inspector General of the Army

-Showing that he's a true gentleman by firing into the air during the duel with Aaron Burr (Burr, being a man without principles, mortally wounded Hamilton)

-Being the star of his very own commercial (sorta) that can be viewed here: Al Ham commercial

So, from someone who was also born in the greatest month of the year, Happy Birthday Al Ham!

Old Windows

I've realized, even in the relatively short time that we've lived here, that there are unexpected moments of beauty in such an old house. The wood floors, for example, though they may be crooked, and squeak and groan more often than not, each board is different. There are knots and imperfections in just about every slat of pine in our house; such imperfections are so rare in more modern homes (and by "modern," I mean 20th century and beyond!) but that is what makes them interesting and beautiful.

The windows as well. Sure, the old single-paned glass is about as inefficient as plastic sheeting, but like the floors, every pane is unique.


Like so many other things, we are made more interesting by the way life shapes us. Like the glass in these old windows, we are changed and enhanced by our history. Sure, we have more problems (cold, creaky and prone to groaning... and don't get me started on the house issues!) but we develop a whole new perspective on the world, and consequently, the whole world develops a new perspective on us.

Awww, s@#t

Andy and I had our first homeownership rude awakening (literally) last night when we were getting ready for bed. I noticed that the paint on the wall above the fireplace was looking a little strange and sure enough... we had water dripping down the walls. We quickly put two and two together and realized that something must've happened when we had a contractor come in to reline our chimneys. Andy didn't waste any time getting on the horn to that contractor, but at 11:40 at night with two more hours of pounding rain predicted, we knew we were in for a fretful night.

Needless to say, what began as a gag Christmas gift from my parents only served to fuel our nightmares. Who could forget the first night that Tom Hanks and Shelley Long spent in the house with water pouring onto the floors in buckets?! (In truth, trading jokes and scenes from that movie helped us put our issue in perspective.)
After about 24 hours, we're feeling a little better about the whole situation. We had the contractor come out this morning and we're going to negotiate money off the work we just had completed on the chimney. AND this problem will be alleviated for good by the new roof that is scheduled to go on this week... but wow. For a while there we really hated being homeowners.

Home for the Holidays

Due to the chaos surrounding our move to the new house (finally!) this past weekend, Andy and I spent a quiet and relaxing Christmas day watching seasonally appropriate movies and trying quite successfully to avoid the mountains of boxes that we have piled everywhere. The day's biggest milestone was not the arrival of some long-awaited gift from Santa, but our long-awaited first fire in our newly relined fireplace! We'd love to share pictures, but we can't remember where we packed the camera!

Just kidding...


Though it feels like a mess, there are signs that we're making progress such as the new dining room curtains that I managed to install today while Andy was at work:


Thank you to everyone who wished us well/happy holidays... the folks at 702 S. Fairfax Street appreciate and return the sentiments!

... Really Ties the Room Together

Now that we've spent good money to have our floors cleaned up, we thought the best thing to do would be to spend even more money to cover them up...




They're beautiful rugs... it's a shame that they too will be hidden under even more expensive stuff (aka furniture). We're discovering that homeownership is expensive in multiple layers.

Hope these colors go well with Nala/Athena fur.

Pretty Floors

After sorting through a great deal of advice concerning our hardwood floors (the oldest of which, antique heart of pine, is estimated to date to the mid 19th Century), Andy and determined that it was best for the house to give the floors some TLC and clean them up a bit. Though much of the wood is "original," one refinishing expert estimate that we've got at least 10 different ages of wood floor in our house. Given our desire to put real effort into preserving the historical integrity, we consulted (and eventually hired) the very same company that does the floors for such prestigious spots as the White House, the Smithsonian, and the Library of Congress. The company lived up to it's billing. The floors look amazing.

Before...

And after...

Small Victories

Andy and I spent the day today taking care of various odd jobs at the new house. By far our proudest achievement for the day is the installation of a new-fangled dimmer switch for the dining room. Aided by the advice of our dads, Mike and Peter (whose advice was "Monkey see, monkey do," and "Make sure you turn off the electricity," respectively), we only met with few challenges. This is hopefully one of many successes as we learn the ropes of homeownership.

Behold... the advent of modernization to our old house: