What really matters (and what also matters)

Last night, from the warmth of  Williamsburg’s newest Mexican restaurant, before heading home to our dry, high-powered home, I declared to Travis the realization Irene had brought to me. The night of the storm I lay on the living room floor pondering what to take if we had to flee and was grateful for two arms with which I could sweep up two little girls and run. Nothing else matters, I said, proud of my growth. Not even my precious Anthropologie rug…IT CAN ALL BURN!

 Sweeping statements made in the comfort of restaurants before returning to the comfort of home, should always be examined slowly, and over time.

 Especially when stated by people, full of chips and salsa, who do not know this sort of loss…

 (photo of Nags Head homeowners sitting on the front steps of their washed away house, courtesy of Buzzfeed)

Prayers for those this week whose lives have been disrupted by huge uprootings, or the pain of multiple calls to insurance companies, or even just never having enough ice…

Our church is hosting FREE lunch (and wi-fi) all week from 11-4 for anyone who wants it…Even those with power and blow-dried hair welcome…Come if you desire community during a Week Disrupted, (or just get really excited about buffets).

Past the Storm (and Past Perpendicular)

There is nothing quite like Hurricane Coverage. And when the hurricane moves at 12-15 miles a day for what felt like 2 months…that’s a lot of pre-coverage. You may have missed what I consider the crowning moment of all network storm news: Andy Fox demonstrating the wind pushing him “past perpendicular”. But, don’t worry, it’s been edited, remixed and set to music here.

I confess, we did not miss much coverage because we never lost power. I’ve needed to confess this publicly. Don’t be too jealous, the guilt we feel over it may not be worth the AC. Most of the town is still without power, but for some reason, our little street hung on like the mighty bulwark that it is. Leaving us with a few flickers, lots of non-stop hurricane coverage, and a heap of survivor’s guilt.

So we’ve opened our house to be a Safe Space of AC, light, phone charging, and screens. Sadly, since I was actually panicky and prepared this time, all I have to offer people are cans of sweet corn and lots and lots of tuna. But since their refrigerators are hot, they are bringing their perishables to us. So now we have power, AC and a fridge full of steak. It is a cruel world.

Entering Crisis Mode…

and stumped by this riddle:

According to a friend’s App, we need to have one gallon of water per person per day. Deer Park seems to have a monopoly on this hurricane season and Farm Fresh only had water available in their 1/2 liter bottles, in packs of 12. We bought 3 packs. How long will that last us?

Hopefully long enough to wash down all these Dora Spaghetti O’s…

Here Olivia is still shocked and elated that I bought them Mini Muffins and pudding snacks. We went straight to aisles in the store we had never been in before, Travis and I yelling back and forth: “Is that processed and unperishable? Throw it in the cart!”

Hurricanes are scary and stressful. But I am grateful we get warned. Imagine what it’s like to live somewhere that gets earthquakes…oh wait…

Serious prayers for everyone in harms way this weekend. If anything, this week has definitely reminded that my Firm Foundation can’t possibly be the earth I am physically standing on…

And any good Emergency Food suggestions…trail mix? cereal? Vienna sausages? I am staring down a can of peaches in “heavy syrup” and wondering if there is a better way…

Jazz on the James…

 Riverfont dining, great people, sweet music. Summer, you can stay as long as you want…

“Jazz on the James” is on Thursday nights through October at the Kingsmill Marina. It’s my little piece of the Boardwalk here in the ‘burg. Except it’s jazz, not Buffet, and the people, generally speaking, wear more clothes. 

These Two Have Formed An Alliance…

and I think it might be against me…

They have secret words, nicknames, and I can’t keep up with who to punish, because whose “fault it is” is often very vague…

And it’s all probably my fault in the end…As I heard Olivia retort to Sophia today, “Sophia, stop it! YOU ARE MAKING ME CRAZY!” Ahh, my legacy of patient and loving words now spans the generations…

A Doll Remembered…

Before there was this Felicity…

(photo of Keri Russell, IMDB)

There was this one…

And sadly, both of them are now collector’s items on EBay…

I was thinking about my Felicity doll today as I tore through CW in hopes of getting a Shrewsbury Cake Cookie…(more later.) My Princess-Weary heart can’t wait to get my hands on my Felicity and Kirsten dolls and their corresponding historical fiction books and impose them on my daughters

One of my earliest memories of Colonial Williamsburg was for Felicity’s Tea Party. (Admit it, some of you were there, too.) In July of 1991 (the year Keri Russell got her start on The Mickey Mouse Club) thousands of  young girls descended on Williamsburg, with their mothers, and their dolls. It was the debut event for Felicity Merriman, spunky equestrian, cute brunette,  Champion of of the Revolution, and, yes, a doll.

The newest American Girl Doll in years, Felicity’s  premiere became a flagship moment for a  company  chasing a new vision in what “toys” could do, and, I hope, a heyday for summer tourism in CW. ( It would have been a well-deserved one. It was a visit to Colonial Williamsburg that had inspired Pleasant Rowland to start her company in 1986.)

I remember the discussion between my parents over the cost of this event.

IT COSTS HOW MUCH? FOR A PARTY? FOR A DOLL?

My mom held her ground,  my Dad held his tongue, and that summer has informed my views of marriage, financial partnership, and choosing to understand not understanding ever since.

I lost track of the American Girl Scene even before Pleasant Rowland sold the company in 1998 for $700 million to Mattel. And it seems the dolls lost track of history…Call me a purist, but a doll from the 1830’s or the 1940’s has more perspective to offer than a doll designed to look just like its owner. Joke’s on me, though…Mattel’s brand seems to be doing just fine – apparently not everyone is looking for perspective from their dolls.

I assumed that, at the least,  they still sold the original dolls. No, friends who are still with me on this topic, check out this site and feel the outrage. And according to the American Girl site , Molly is the only original one still available. She always was a bit trendier. Ruthie had her. Kirsten was my first and favorite, and probably the first to be discontinued.  We all knew that sweet, braided Pioneer Girl never stood a chance.

 As for Felicity Merriman, even though she was the only one to get her own weekend of celebration, and we can still visit her living history museum/town and rent her outfits in our sizes… she too has gone the way of Felicity Porter, to be remembered  in the hearts, and on the websites, of those who loved her.

What doll did you have? What doll did you want to have? Or did you just drive your Barbie Jeep past this whole scene? (Oh how I wanted one of those jeeps…)