My Ex Corrects
Some Swing Dancing Short Video
It takes a big man to be able to take constructive criticism from an Ex - but what the hay, why not?
She Kindly Writes-
"i know you may not want my opinion but i think your latest blog post doesn't read very well.
especially for me the part about lucas being confused by two men marrying, as he and i have talked about what makes a family and what marriage is.
and what his understanding is that it is simply two people who love each other and want to be a family and a family can look many different ways.
xo
ms. two cents"
The last thing I intended by my somewhat late in the evening blog post was any disrespect to anyone and I think her sentiments are right on. That said, while long chats by the bedside may prep little old Lucas for a wide breadth of perspective, joining me for an evening and seeing what love can be will go a long way in helping him put the pieces together.
I mean, somewhere he was of the soft and unformed idea that a marriage is a boy and a girl (he's got a favorite Natalie in his school) and now he knows better. I don't think that process was automatic and it's fun to expose him to such without giving it any undo emphasis.
It tis what it tis. No one likes a love story more than me, that's for sure.
On the same token, if you write for 8 years and produce 800 blog posts, you never are going to get the tone right all the time - though my rants seem to be drone-like with precision. We don't have a pr vetting process for my writings, and sometimes the writing can be a little spot on or spot off, but articulate nevertheless - Christ, Fritz over at the River Reporter changes the adjectives and sentence structure of my letters to the editor - not because they are poorly written, but because they are too easy to understand. Just last week he changed 'eye popping swarm of cars' to 'a high volume of cars" - to a writer, that's almost fighting words, but I get it, he's just jealous that I write better than him.
A Neighbor, A Wedding and a Compliment
Behind my home and property, across my pond, through my woods, I designed, built and sold a house to David and Pedro bank in 2008 or so. It's Cottage 23, so right in about that time of Cottage 21, 22, and 24.
Our homes are important to their Owners - generally - but a decision to get married there really articulates the affection well. And it's a true compliment not just the fact that they wanted to get married at their little cottage in the woods, but that they invited me and my son.
They live on Catskill Farms Drive.
So we got gussied up ...
Walked past the old stone barn foundation remnants...
To their 8 acre spread. A little Tiffany's Box. Pedro spent most of the week pressure washing and cleaning and trimming the grounds.
Rain threatened all day and the clouds circled, and it was a bit southernly humid, so we were resting on the porch.
David is some fancy smancy (like many of our clients) broadway music legend so we were treated to not only a professional 3 piece orchestra pre-wedding, but a lot of who's who's of Broadway, which left me at a distinct advantage since I didn't know any names thus failed repeatedly to be impressed by that person or another. Good old fashioned country ignorance. Charming in a way, unless taken too far, which it always is.
Pedro's an architect.
Pianist accompanying the cellos, inside the Home.
The First Dance with an 11 piece swing band played/filtered over an instagram-like old fashion slightly scratchy radio microphone.
And that's that. Our homes have provided a palette for many life events over the last 12 years - some large, some small - it's an extraordinary place to be, to be very aware of the layered fabric of life that happens inside our homes each and every day, homes that are fixed and creative as life blurs and speeds along. A jumping off point, for a weekend, or a lifestyle or a retirement.
About 30% of my clients are same sex, and it was interesting to take Lucas to his first wedding, where even in his young mind a marriage was subtly somehow between a man and a woman - but, you know what - truth be told - I think he was just fine with it. Probably a little confusing, but nothing that little man couldn't handle.
Autumn, A Farmhouse and a Modern
First signs of Autumn are arriving with this impotent looking plant...
This Red-themed charmer...
And these delicate ferns, always the first to come and the first to go.
Farm 28, in the flesh, all cleaned up.
A Saturday Sunlight Shot.
This home is a collaborative effort of 2 sisters, a boyfriend and college friend, all of Google and Facebook fame. It's an expanded Ranch.
Ashokan Reservoir.
