Fall Festivities

A new tradition is born! I was so delighted to discover that there was a Wizarding (read: Harry Potter) festival in Ithaca every fall, and I set my mind to going back in August when I heard about it. And we made it! Conveniently, my kids were both planning to be Harry Potter characters for Halloween, so we just made it a cosplay. Here you may see Rowena Ravenclaw, diadem in place:



Here may be seen Lucius Malfoy, Death-Eater. He bares his Dark Mark menacingly:



And I am channeling Molly Weasley, my idol. This is also in honor of her birthday, which is today, October 30th. Happy 69th, Molly!!


It was wet and stressful and hard, but I'm so glad we went. What we got to absorb was so much fun! I taught for VIP Kid as usual, so by the time we were in costume and ready to leave it was 11. We drove in the most determined rain I've ever seen, so it took us till about 1:20 to even arrive in Ithaca. By the time we found a parking spot and arrived (with ALL our props, Miles!), it was 2. By the time we found a bathroom and had lunch, it was 3. You can see how our time slipped away.

Miles regards his Lego double. 

We met Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore in Center Ithaca. 

I missed this city. 

About three, we finally found the main tent and learned that quidditch would be starting in 15 minutes! We did a bit of wand shopping in the meantime. Everyone got a wand! I got Molly Weasley's, Adele got Fleur Delacour's wand, and Miles got APWB Dumbledore's. We were all thrilled to bring home that bit of magic.

The quidditch may have been my favorite part! Cornell played Ithaca, and won 160-80. The snitch, a neutral person wearing a yellow flag-football belt, refereed through most of the game, and then took to the field to be pursued on foot by the seekers. As Pearl pointed out, it's delightful that this actual sport with rules, played by college students, suddenly devolves at the end into a game of glorified tag! with broomsticks. 

After the quidditch, Adele melted down completely. She was not wearing enough under her costume, and the rain had only been getting colder and more insistent. She refused to move for a spell of time, and then we managed to convince her to put a foot in front of the other and go to Trader K's. I had not intended to go to my favorite clothing store that day, but there be bargains! We got Adele another coat. And I just want to point out: she brought her own coat to the van, but refused to wear it out of the van. And since I wasn't willing to carry it along with the umbrella, accident bag, purse and shopping we picked up along the way, I let her leave it in the car. This was a lamented inefficiency, but I rolled with it as the price you pay for trying to attend an event like this with kids.

They were adorable playing chess at Autumn Leaves during a bathroom stop, but I didn't let them finish their game as I was hoping to soak up some more of the festival.


At 5:00, unfortunately, the majority of the booths and tents were closing. We were able to use 0 of our game/activity tickets that we bought. Most of the time we were there we were trying to get fed, find bathrooms, or warm up, which was a shame. But we got to enjoy the quidditch, do some great shopping (I bought a robe, too!), cosplay-watch, and enjoy some entertainment at the performance stage.


We have big plans for next year.

I wasn't gonna be satisfied if we didn't get to Gro-Moore before Halloween. We juuuust made it. The weather was still utterly miserable, but we got hot cider and cookies, took in some music while sitting on hay bales, and brought home our pumpkins. Jon says they're better quality than grocery store pumpkins. I say, of course. :-)



The pumpkins are carved and are currently on our bookshelves.  They'll come out to play soon, and we'll have more pictures of our first Halloween home in Henrietta. 
I still can't believe this is real.

Leaf fall and loss

It seems like yesterday I was taking this picture at Winslow's playground and enjoying a summery warm day.  But as Pearl has said, we've skipped directly from summer to winter this month.  It's been . . . abrupt.

But last weekend, we found ourselves hiking at Letchworth in the 45 degrees and rain. The leaves are turning, yes, but slowly.  A few trees here and there stand out, yellow or orange or red, but most are stubbornly green. It's still beautiful. 


I'm sure I've been to Letchworth before, as a child.  But I have no memory of it.  So, it was a pleasant surprise to turn the corner and see the breathtaking canyon and the busy waterfalls.  We had a three mile hike! 

Bundled up . . . it's a proper fall at last

The kids were suitably impressed.  Miles especially; he was thrilled by the view and quite cheerful through the walk in the rain.  

Adele struggled. Her legs are still the shortest by far, and around mile 3 she really broke down.  It took a lot of improvised Harry Potter trivia to keep my little Ravenclaw walking.






















Miles only required some songs and company.  He was a cheerful hobbit.  
The waterfalls are just thrilling.  And even the mist and rain weren't miserable; it was kind of refreshing, since we were properly dressed for it.  I'm going to try to keep this mantra in mind as I transition back to this climate: "there's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing."
We sang hobbit songs ("The Old Walking Song" and "The Merry Old Inn") and folk songs and played trivia games as we Walked. I'm glad we went. 

There really is nothing like a long walk for clearing one's head after all, and lighting one's heart.  And I have needed this.  It's been a darker month than I expected, because on October 2nd, I found out that the pregnancy I was so excited about in September had come to an end.  I miscarried without bleeding, silently, quietly.  The baby was due in May, and I had high hopes that it would come on one of the many birthdays of relatives that surrounded the due date.  I had gotten out my boxes of baby stuff again. We had some ideas for names.

As I have said to my lovely friends, who have held me up during these weeks, "to decide to have a child is to open a door.  When you open a door, you don't get to decide what comes in."  To be open to life is to be open to love and vice versa.  I had six weeks with Slightly, who I saw in two grainy ultrasounds, one with a heartbeat, one without.  I tried to communicate to her that she was wanted and loved.  But it was not to be. 

I am healed in body and I am really very sound in my mind now.  The hormones have worked their way out.  I'm so grateful for friends, for good books, for my dog, for my new old home here in Rochester, and for the fact that life goes on.  I have been here before.  When Miles was born, it was only a year after I was in that same hospital for my first loss.  I can hope to have joy like that to look forward to after this sorrow. 
 
And the world continues to be beautiful!  Trees are illuminated and I have so much to look forward to.  This weekend, for example, we're planning to attend Ithaca's Wizarding Weekend! You better believe we'll all be cosplaying and that I'll be posting pictures. 
I am reviving. 

Wedding Bells

My cousin Rebekah got married on Sunday!  She was such a beautiful bride. 
Leah's kids were an invaluable addition to the wedding party!  Abby was an usher, Matthias was the ringer bearer, and Mimi was PERFECTION as the flower girl:

Leah was the matron of honor in her beautiful blue dress: 
The reception was a marvelous party.  Long live DJs and colored lights, cash bars and the Cha-Cha Slide.  I will never stop enjoying wedding receptions.  I shall know I am truly old if I ever do. 

With sights like this, who can feel old?  

(Abby danced like two dances and then read throughout the rest of the reception.  I respect this heartily.)

 Jon and Mimi have a special relationship.  She recently accepted me a Person Who Can Be Hugged, and I think I owe it almost entirely to Jon.  
My green dress I ordered online fit!..mostly 
We had a babysitter and it was a rare and excellent date, as well as a meaningful family occasion. Jon and I don't get that many opportunities to go out dancing anymore.  Life provides joy like this only sporadically. It's important to live these opportunities thoroughly.    
To life! To love! and to family! Cheers, everyone.