
It's sad to say goodbye to summer but there's a certain chill in the morning air that lets you know change is coming. I feel it and I love it.
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I realized I never mentioned about how nice it is to go fishing! To sit and be silent and wait for the fish to bite. I enjoy the idea of it all but I don't really like the bait, the fish, and looking at the fish in a bucket...so we threw them all back in. Felt like I was giving a second chance to somebody.
It was strange. We both didn't really know what the other looked like but he came up to me at the cafe and said, "Natalie? You look just like your mother." I could have started sobbing and never stopped...I realized how much I missed her. Everyday. My mother was always there for me.
I do not know when these pictures were taken but I scanned them in so I could share with you. This was really the first time as an adult that I have ever seen a picture of him. He is my father and as much as I want to hate him and yell at him and ask him "why?!" I realize that I can't. It's over.
He was who he was and I wasn't a part of his life. I've had to deal with this for a long time so it's not like all this was a shock to me. Meeting my Uncle just brings up some issues that I thought I had nicely tucked away and put up way high on a closet shelf...but I'm okay. I'm going to meet my Uncle again next week at his house to give him some time to look for any other items I may want or pieces of information (medical records, etc..) that I may need in the future.



might be feeling a little like this sweet girl this weekend. Jack suggested we go fishing (first time for me, I'm afraid) at a nearby lake stocked with trout (that part sounds good) Keep you posted.

When I mentioned to Ralph that I left a comment on the lil bee's blog about how I enjoyed the newest Rachel Zoe show because I knew the outcome; Ralph replied,"Of course you loved it when you already knew the ending...you're a control freak, Nat".





The good thing about Jack not relying on cell phones, emails, texting, twittering, and all the other online communication is that he likes to do things the old fashioned way. He'll call me from his land line and he's even sent a little note or two. It may take a little longer for us to connect...but it's worth the wait!








We rode, we talked, we played and then of course, we had to eat. Ice cream sundaes...gotta love that.



I got an email from my uncle apologizing for canceling last weekend. He knew that most likely I was wanting to find out more about my father and promised that we would meet sometime soon so he could help fill in a few of the blanks. I'm a little in shock right now.


This was the day Jack had planned--a rowboat and a picnic getaway (isn't that the sweetest?). He said he would have added wine to the basket, but he knew I was driving back (how sweet that he thinks of my safety) and yes...he made the little vase with flowers (loving that he thinks of the "extras").
It was such a dreamlike day...who does this kind of stuff anymore? Jack is easy to talk to and laugh with and I'm learning more about him and actually sharing some things about me (gasp!).
After our picnic we went back and packed up the dresser...she needs a lot of work! I got to see the other furniture--too perfect and polished for A French Cloud but GORGEOUS pieces...they certainly don't belong in a potting shed. 

I just found out from Lily that Jack has a blog to promote his dog training business. He isn't very tech savvy (did I mention he doesn't have a cell phone?!) so Lily set it up and posts every once in a while. She promoted the ebay auction and a pic of my dresser is even on there.
Feeling a little like this. A little apprehensive about what the water will be like but wanting to be refreshed after jumping in.
My last stop was to pick up the dresser and then head back home. I didn't expect to see such a cute little cottage. So adorable (my cell phone camera doesn't do it justice).
I knocked on the door but no one was there so I put Benson on his leash(I've learned something over this weekend) and headed towards the backyard. Benson started tugging and pulling and rounding the corner and we ran (literally) into Jack.
As in; Jack who I just had breakfast a few hours ago with. I kid you not.
Total confusion at this point with lots of babbling about Miss English Rose, eBay, and why he's at Lily's house. The answer: Jack is Lily's brother.
He inherited his uncle's cottage (who was a gardener so no wonder the place is so lush) but didn't share his uncle's taste in furnishings. Lily set up the auction because Jack doesn't do computer stuff (he doesn't even own a cell phone!) and the rest is history.
We went inside and picked up where we had left off that morning. Easy to talk to, close to his family, loves dogs- what's not to like?!
Lily arrived about 30 minutes later. Love her. So open, honest, and a great sense of humor. I had to ask why she has the accent and I can't hear one with Jack. Lily said she takes "good care of hers" since they moved to the states (over twenty years ago) where Jack only brings it out for special occasions (and swoon...he did bring it out..geesh...I'm such a loser)
The dresser was in the "potting shed" and I had a peek at it but unfortunately there were no keys to be found. Jack was going to bust a window but I said that I was going to be coming up next weekend so I could pick it up then-works out perfect. It will be interesting to take a look at all the other pieces in there--they look beautiful but more polished and formal than what I usually go for.
It was a great day. I stayed for a late lunch and was truly enchanted with this family. I hope to learn more...I'm smitten.

...and it really was until Benson jumped into the relaxed, easygoing guy's lap in the picture.
He's very sweet, very charming, and if I lived in this small little town I just might jump at the chance to get to know him better. For now, we talked, we laughed, we ate breakfast. He even taught Benson how to shake hands/paws. Then, he had to go meet someone and we said good-bye.