Went to a grand Happy 60th Birthday parteee for a good friend last nite. Sat at a table full of Baby Boomers just hitting that magical age in midlife… a fun table full of good friends. We were up and down all night, dancing to the music of our youth. We were pretty good too. One of the women, dressed in a hot pink jacket, led the parade of fabu dancers… swingin and swayin with a groove that would not quit… UNTIL… Chubby Checker and the infamous Twist came on. Gawd. Everyone was up doing it, doing it… me too. I was giving it my all, arms, legs, twisting twisting… but I had forgotten how long a song it is… it seemed to go on forevah… after three minutes I had had it… my Zumba/Belly Dance Classes have not yet prepared me for such energy sapping moves.
I noticed that most of the table was down and taking a break before the music ended.
Oh for those early days of wild dance nights… the sock hops, the good times… let’em roll… The last one grooving was Miz Pink Jacket… she had staying power. Actually I think she was dancing with her eyes closed and didn’t realize everyone else had sat down.
I’ve decided to ditch Zumba class for Belly Dancing…
Not really, but it’s a tempting solution to my dilemma of pain… At the Zumba class last Tuesday, one of the assistants gave the teacher a break and led the group in a very sensuous SLOW dance with weaving, waving arms, swaying hips, bumps and grinds… I think this would be a far better choice for my exercise dance class. My body needs to learn flexibility… I need to strengthen my core muscles and learn to twist and turn that central spot so I can get the torque twisty thing going in my golf game…. more sway, better play, I say!
And, best of all, the course description promises that we will learn to play the Zills! – those little finger cymbals that zing and ping and make you all chilly down your spine as you sway to the music. I can see me now! Wowsa.
I think I’ve sprained my wrist…or at least badly bruised some muscle on the left side of my left hand. I overhit my swing a week ago, trying to get my golf ball out of a deep sand trap. Hit too hard. And I’ve played three times since doing it. Time to take a day or two off. And then there’s my ankle… it was sprained last year when I determined to lose weight following a simple step exercise program on TV. I fell off the step and twisted my body as I fell in a lump to the floor. Never been quite the same since.
After playing nine holes at the local golf course, dragging my golf bag along, I find this morning, that my left ankle is throbbing a bit—and just when I wanted to spend the whole day exercising at the gym.
Ah, sweet dilemma. I can’t lift weights because my wrist is sore, and I can’t get on the treadmill because my ankle is throbbing. I think, just for today—or maybe the weekend— I should just sit here in front of the TV and eat comfort food. I’m sure that will cure all my ailments. I’m very confident.
It was a wild and crazy zumba class! I felt like I was in the middle of a cartoon with about 30 overweight middle agers! We were all dressed in very uglee t shirts and a variety of exercise leggings, pants, shorts and it looked like one woman in the front line was in her pajamas! Mahvelous fashions all ’round.
Before the class began it was hard to tell who among the group was the teacher. Finally, a middle aged woman in the weirdest outfit, stepped up to the boom box. She must be a dedicated zumba zumba person because she clearly had wrecked her knees with the bouncing rhythms. She was wearing the biggest knee braces I have ever seen on any woman… close in size to those worn by NFL players. The contrast with her pleated exercise skirt was a bit clashé!
When the music began, we started jumping, moving, swinging, stretching, punching the air and kicking our feet. Within 5 minutes I thought I was going to die. The teacher was just warming up.
I want you to know, I lasted the full hour… though some of my side thrusts were eventually reduced to little jabs and jerks. Finally got home to my scotch and ice cream. Yeah, right, this zumba thing is going to get me thin all right.
I am not generally an arrogant person… or one who thinks herself superior to others. My world is very democratic. My mind is open to all types of edgy people: those who push the envelope in whatever direction they desire. I can see most points of view. But one thing I have a really hard time with is stupidity.
Stupid people drive me nuts. I try not to let my frustration show, but when a client who is paying me good money for my opinion and talent (I do have some, you know!) decides to totally ignore my advice … it drives me crazy.
I have to learn to step back and let them drown in their own befuddled, muddled pool of muddy water decisions. “Not my problem” must become my mantra on such occasions. I must step away and let them go down their own road. Let go and let go again. I can only do so much. And they are paying me good money which I gladly take.
Of course, when the whole project implodes in on them, it will be my fault. I know this to be true. It will be my fault. Stupid clients will keep telling themselves this and at some point might even beg me to fix the debacle, and of course I will.
I’ve learned to keep a running tally of certain conversations: reminders and offers of advice spew from my email account to theirs.
And of course we know all my advice is excellent—never a bit off base. Always correct in every way.
I have a friend coming for dinner. She has a meeting tomorrow somewhere on the Cape, so she’s staying over.
Nothing like having people visit to get out the broom and mop. Time to clean!!!
Maybe it’s the fact that I wear glasses and I don’t really see what’s before my eyes. Dust bunnies abound. It’s only when someone is coming that I really focus on my surroundings and realize what a mess things have become.
I’m taking the task in short spurts. Just vacuumed… back at the computer, will do some serious dusting in a half hour or so… then take a break for lunch and then I will attack the loo (in that order!). Spring is almost here and I can feel the urge to toss everything that’s been collecting a layer of haze. But I shall refrain… everything’s so dusty I’d end up without furniture.
Big snow storm last night here in New England - Boston got over 12 inches of the white stuff. We were lucky here on the Cape: only an inch or so of icy slush. My cars are parked in the driveway, close to the street so digging out should be simple enough.
Not like my friends in Boston who must play the Cone Game with their neighbors.
This is a vigorous game of “I shoveled and I claim my spot!” … Citizens shovel themselves out of their homes and struggle with the mounds of snow and drifts covering their cars parked in front of their homes. After a heavy duty storm like the one last night there is very little place to put all the snow. A snow blower is essential, but not perfect. So a lot of shovel work has to be done, especially around the parked auto. After sweating for hours, the exhausted homeowner is keen not to lose the coveted spot he just cleared. So begins the game of cones. (Or chairs, or trash barrels… whatever is at hand and can be used to block anyone else using the sacred space.)
Tis a very intense game to be sure. Everyone has a strategy… makes for quite the scene.
I am very fortunate.I really am. It’s 8:31 a.m. and while most of my friends are either slogging through snow, driving through slush, sitting in their office or horrors!!! standing in front of a classroom full of sleepy students, I am sitting at my computer, adding to my posts, sipping fresh coffee.
I could go in to the “office” office, pick up the mail, send out invoices for work already done… but it is an hour away – a two hour commute. And I have to be there tomorrow for appointments anyway… so today, I will work at home and save the time and the gas.
I can get a lot of work done at my home office… and stay in my PJs or change into sweats for the day. As I must walk to the post office and thus be seen in public, I think I will take a shower and change. Such an effort! And then have another cup of coffee, read the paper… and finally get to work in an hour or so…
The only downside is working alone… no chat at the water cooler, no gossip in the halls… but I get a lot done in a very short time… and I have my network of clients and co-workers… and all day long it’s emails and pdfs and phone calls… so busy is as busy does… and all in my pajamas!
I don’t watch this show, but a good friend just told me about it, and the disastrous scene played out last night on live TV. Jason, our once-hero, chose one girl over all the others and then, on live tv, dumped her. Then he had the gall to go to the second in line and ask her to be his very own.
And the dumb girl agreed.
That’s the scandal. She should have dumped the guy right there and then.
Like I said, I don’t watch the show, but who can resist such a scandal?—such a monstrous injustice!!!
I keep telling myself watching such foolish TV is a waste of my valuable time. I won’t watch. I won’t turn in tonite to see what happens next. No, I won’t. Nope. Nada. No way….
This morning I broke another French Press. (You know, the fancy coffee maker that holds the grounds when you pour in the water and slowly compress them to the bottom of a large glass cylinder.) I use one every morning to make that one perfect cup of coffee I crave before the day begins.
I got my coffee, ate my oatmeal, watched some morning news and was hurrying to clean up, get dressed and leave for the office when, wham! In my haste I did not pay close attention and the glass container— on it’s very own— without any help from me— leaped out of my hands and smashed to the bottom of the kitchen sink!
#$%^@! I declared!
Immediately, I thought of my sister and her twelve year old. If they had been near by I would have gotten a dirty look and a tsk! tsk! for sure.
And that’s what put me in mind of Red Barber. He was a famous sports broadcaster for Cincinatti, the Yankees and the Dodgers. I heard him interviewed on the radio a few years back. The talk show host asked him if he was ever tempted to swear or cuss when he saw a ball player do something stupid on the field.
He told the audience that he had learned years before to curb his tongue. He never allowed himself to swear or cuss whether on or off the air—no matter what. “If I did, then no telling what I would say under pressure, and if you say the wrong thing while on the air, well, your career is pretty much over. So I simply don’t use those words. They are not even in my vocabulary!”
I’m not as pure of heart and mind as Red Barber, and those #@$! words are part of my lexicon of verbs that slip out once in a while. Mostly when I drop and smash something precious. But I will try to be better.
By the way, I bought a new press this afternoon. I was tempted to buy the unbreakable plastic version… but coffee just doesn’t taste as good when it’s brewed in plastic. So I bought the breakable glass version again. I’ll just have to pay more attention. And watch my language!
Yesterday I was perfectly fine. I don’t remember stumbling into anything, slamming my shoulder into a wall, falling on ice…maybe I did and I’m suffering a temporary black out of memory. But last night my right shoulder suddenly felt like I had twisted it inside out. Ouch!
I think I must have pulled a muscle while typing on my computer! I know it doesn’t make any sense at all… but as my midlife body “matures” I keep finding all these aches and pains that seem to come from nowhere. Last night it was my shoulder. This morning it’s my neck. Tomorrow it’ll be my knee snapping in and out of place as I lug the trash to the dump. (Sorry… Recycling Center!)
The remedy? The very thing I lack. Movement. Excercise. Jazzercise! I’m going to take a long walk this weekend. And tomorrow the temp promises to be in the high 50’s. So I shall drag out the bike and ride to the Loop! Just think of the improvement to my svelt shape and my attitude too! Can’t wait. (Notice my plans always involve the word “tomorrow”? which is the crux of the problem! Never today… too busy… always tomorrow.) OK. Cut the procrastination. Put on your sneaks and get out there. In the words of Nike “Just Do It!”
Ok. I’m maturing! Which means to those who don’t know me, I’m not a spring chicken. But I’m not a turkey either!
Went to the dermatologist the other day. She went over my skin with a microscope! All of it. I mean ALL of it!!! And found nothing of major interest. Nothing but a few —what she calls “barnacles”… those spots of dry skin we all seem to get. All my moles are fine— nothing growing between my toes. I know—you don’t want to hear the details. But one thing she did point out… and we all have them, even if they aren’t showing up just yet: Age Spots!
What is an age spot? I like to think of them as a close-knit family of freckles. Which, in fact, they are. Skin in one spot gets more exposure to the sun, pollution, whatevah, and the melatonin in the skin changes color, resulting in a darkening of the complexion in that one spot.
So what to do? The doctor has some recommendations, and I share one with you here. Wear a hat. And put on sun block. Not sun screen… but BLOCK. The product has to have ZINC OXIDE or TITANIUM DIOXIDE in it to actually block the sun’s harmful rays. Sun screen — even spf 45— only screens, so the damage still gets through.
I have been using a Neutrogena product with something called “Helioplex.” It was supposed to substitute for Zinc. Guess what, the manufacturer discovered that it just isn’t good enough and they are putting back the Zinc! Of course they will claim that the product will be “new and improved!” when it finally comes out. But it’s actually a throwback.
Reluctantly I have been pulled into this social network: http://www.twitter.com Why? It is actually a great way to get people to know you exist, and to draw them to your website or blog. I tweet in two places. One for Chapman Deering, which is for fun at the moment, the second for midlifejourney.com. And it is working. I am slowly building a following of like minded tweeters who are interested in following midlifejourney.com. That’s the blog that has a couple of ads and that I am working to monetize. It’s slow going, but as they say, sometime in the not tooooo distant future I shall “go viral!” which means the network of people just keeps growing exponentially.
Most of the time the tweets people leave are nonsense, but once in a while, especially if you are discreet in your tweets you can learn a lot from the experts. I do anyway.
The worst thing about tweeting is the addictive quality of it… you can spend all day just checking and tweeting and lose all sense of time. I tweet in the morning, and tweet at night… otherwise I don’t tweet publicly… I just sing and hum to myself.
You may have already seen this image on the net: the NASA illustration that shows the junk that is now orbiting the Earth.
Pretty wild! All those little white spots represent the garbahge our planet has been shipping off into the wild blue yonder. With all that trash spinning about it’s surprising there have not been more tragedies in space! What to do about it? NASA actually has a website devoted to the problem. You might want to check it out at their website.
We are spending millions studying this trash. I wonder how much is sky-degradable? And does any of that trash belong to me? I’ve been missing a really nice pen for a few weeks.
Do you think it might be traveling high in the sky?
We had a taste of spring last Sunday. Temps on the Cape reached the low 60’s. The buds on the trees and the early daffodils are just about ready to pop. And the temptation to run to the garden, rake in hand to pull away last autumn’s protective leaves from the ground is very strong. But no.
It is not yet time to dig up dirt. Stopped at the garden guru store, “Mahoney’s” that afternoon, eager for advice as to what to plant first. “Not until the full moon in May,” the plant guru stated. “Otherwise, things will die and you’ll be wasting both your time and your money.”
Hmmmmm. It’s been a long grey winter and I was eager. My sister attacked her own nearby garden with vigor, removing leaves and debris from the side yard. “I have great plans for this section,” she declared. “Lotsa hosta, hosta, hosta!”
Of course Monday it snowed and sleeted and the gardens were all back under a blanket of snow. Should have known better.
…the Kettle Ho! that is. Going to dinner tonight with an old friend from high school days. The local townie watering hole seemed like a grand possibility for fine cuisine!
Actually, they have a change in management and the food is good. We shall have a bit of wine and cheese and then saunter down the street a bit for refreshment.
A simple meal. Shall report back in a bit. She is just arriving!
It’s been a long week. We say that as if the hours are somehow different from one of those weeks when the time just seems to fly by. But this week seemed long to me. Lots of projects, lots of appointments, grey skies that finally, today gave way to bright sunshine.
I have friends coming to visit and the temp promises to stay in a reasonable range, so we shall probably get in a few walks and some time to just do nothing.
Which will be welcome.
So hooray for Friday. Hope you have a grand weekend yourself. What are you doing to celebrate?
My hair is at that horrible “in between point” where it is DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! It’s too short to do anything with and too long to control. And the roots? I can’t see them in front, but when I look in a mirror reflecting the back of my head, all I see is roots…. oh the pain! The suffering!
Of course in the total scheme of things the length of my hair does not amount to anything of great importance… but in the narrow sense, it is the fulcrum, the balance point of several levels of self esteem. My mother always said that a woman’s hair is her crowning jewel. When your hair is looking good, you are feeling good. And the reverse is true as well. A bad hair day (like today!!!) just puts me in a terrible space.
This morning I can feel my entire person is in a funk. And it’s because of my hair.
Well rescue is on the way. I have an appointment tomorrow and after that all should be well. It better be. I can’t live like this much longer!!! Oh the suffering… (wail on, wail on…)
Maybe I should just cut it all off and be done with it. I wonder if I have a bumpy head underneath? I’ve heard talk that a bald headed woman can be very alluring. Watcha think? Good idea?
Today is run around last minute, get stuff together, don’t forget your ticket and finish up all the loose ends kind of day. I fly to Florida in the morning… a WORKING vacation…. I emphasize the “W” word… as I will still be at my computer only in 85 degrees and sunshine. Back in early April, hopefully not in the middle of a wild spring snowstorm…. all things are possible in New England. So….
Got here. Safely. No problems. Easy connections but long ride.
Sipping coffee this a.m. still dark out at 6:30… had a power outage in the middle of the night and the condo alarm beeped for hours till I could reset it when the lights came on around 4 am… but I should complain? I’ll be working in sunshine—and I can sleep at the pool— though they predict a thunderstorm for this afternoon.
Have to head out and buy food later. Otherwise, will spend the next hours setting up my stuff…. more later.
Sometime today, or perhaps tonight, I don’t know the actual time, and it depends on your time zone…. Spring arrives!
Yes!!! The grey skies of winter are done… and the ground begins to warm. Back on the Cape the backyard garden has a few shoots poking up beneath the old leaves. The daffodils should be in full bloom by the time I return in early April.
This morning in Florida, the flora and fauna never stop, so this first day of Spring is more of a mind thing. Oh these spoiled Floridians! To celebrate I shall take a long walk in the local fauna forest and hum to all who will listen.
Yesterday was a rush to set up everything, go to the local office supply store to get paper and a few essentials… and then work to meet a deadline. But today I promise myself more sunshine. It’s in the low 80’s. Pool time this afternoon. It is Friday!
I wanted to take a walk this morning before the heat of the day sets in. So I started out around 8:30 a.m.— 61 degrees, full sun, and light breeze. Perfect. I was in search of a way to get into the local swamp. It’s not really a swamp… but it is swamp land. Right next to the condo community in which I am staying here in sunny FL there is a nature preserve with walking and bike trails. I thought if I could get to the access road I could take my morning constitution there.
My friends told me there would be a path to the preserve somewhere on the back roads of the complex. I headed out, research on the internet fresh in my mind. Alas, no egress. I even stopped a local to ask, but she had no idea.
So I walked around the condo community, checking out the houses, one after the other like little stucco boxes, each with the same plants, same grass, and similar Hummers or Jeeps in each driveway. Occasionally I came across an old Cadillac. (Must be an elder or a college kid with little money but big ego! – My investigative mind never stops trying to figure these things out.)
Probably just as well I never found the swamp. You never know what creatures you might find across the pathway. I’ll be sticking to concrete I guess. Now it’s coffee, shower and off to the pool for an hour or so. TTFN. (Ta ta for now!)
There is no greater incentive to weight loss than trying to buy a new bathing suit! GAWD!
Last evening I went bathing suit shopping. If I ever needed a kick in the #$%@! to keep working my exercise routine I got it last night. I chose six suits off the rack, a couple of styles, with special tummy tucking features. It took about 15 minutes to push, pull, cajole, and squeeze my body into each of them and about two seconds to realize not a one was going to really “fit.” The suit might look ok from the front, but then those three way mirrors don’t lie.
So, I am off for my morning constitution. Walking it off fat cell by fat cell. Goodby Lulu, the fat baby.
It’s a warm day here in sunny Florida. Put out the trash and recycling bins last night. They have still to come and pick it up. But that’s ok. I’m working at my desk all day. Taking a walk later. Tra la.
Last night the temp went down to a frigid 54 degrees!!! Now, I know those of you who live in the north will think that a balmy night for late March… but around here it is downright difficult!!! Though I slept with my window wide open. I like cool air at night. But today the temps are rising and as the sun continues to peek out from the clouds, both a new hat and a slathering of sunscreen are required before I venture out.
I like this rhythm… up early, work till noon, then walk to the pool for a midday nap… back to work until evening, and then a movie or reading till dark. Such a life! Won’t last much longer and I will be back fighting the cold winds off Nantucket Sound.
Seems a long time ago that I was getting on a plane to arrive here in sunny Florida. Only a week, but time does do tricky things when you are in paradise.
I continue to work mornings… having lunch, then heading to the pool for an hour or so of doing nothin. Later, will walk… and read, and work on my own stuff… the rush on client jobs is in between… they are all proofing and editing right now, so I shall take advantage of the break… and work on my own websites… learn a new thing or two.
It’s a good thing too… this break in the rush…. I have a lot to learn, as well you know.
Since arriving here in sunny Florida, I could not help but notice all the blue hairs driving their oversized sedans willy nilly all over the six lane highways. Believe it or not, I—who honed my considerable skills dealing with the wild world of Boston driver wackos—am intimidated by these Floridian nutjobs. In Boston you know the guy in front of you is going to cut you off before the next light. And you never expect you’ll get a friendly wave to let you pass at an intersection. So you’re prepared for the craziness. As my Dad would say, “You drive defensively!”
Well, that ain’t the way of the world in southern FLA! Most of these drivers look harmless, hats pulled down tight over oversized sunglasses, eyes barely peeking above the steering wheels… they look innocent enough, but beware. First chance one of them gets, he zips out from behind some palm tree and heads straight across six lanes to take a left turn from the far right lane. Then weaving back and forth across the double line, the blue hair slows way down… I think they sleep at the wheel, must have a built in auto pilot that only deactivates when, having followed the guy for half a mile at twenty mph below the speed limit you try to pass. No way, José! Bubba has come to life and takes the whole road back.
I’ve limited my travels considerably… and I’ve been walking a lot this week. Hey it’s good for my waistline! And my life!
Last night I signed up for a wild game of online poker! Don’t worry…. no money involved… only funny money. The game is an ego trip… trying to test wits and stamina against others with time on their hands. The big lesson: learn how to fold!!!
Fold is the term used when the dealer gives you $#%^! cards and there is no chance in $%#@! that you are going to make any money, unless you have nerves of steeeeel. Grit teeth, etc. So as a novice, the advice I keep getting: “Unless you draw an ACE, KING or KING, QUEEEN fergit it. Just fold and wait.”
But I am an impatient person and in my first try at the tables I was not prepared to wait till a magic hand came along. It took about three hands for me to lose all 400 chips I got when I signed up. Then I was sitting out, watching the action. An online poker buddy loaned me some more chips and I was off running one more time. But I waited… waited… finally after 10 hands, I pulled an ACE, KING. Surprise surprise! The flop, turn and river cards gave me a winning hand. I won 1210 chips in a show down. Yahoeeee…
But I promise not to get addicted. At least not yet.
You know that feeling… the one that craves something sweet… just a little something sweet with your afternoon cup of tea? It sort of takes over your brain and you can think of nothing else that will satisfy. Carrot sticks haven’t got a chance against this craving.
I’ve been searching the cabinets and food pantry here in paradise… took me awhile… I had to break a wine glass to find them. Long story short: I broke a wine glass and went out to buy replacements. Had to rearrange the glass shelf to fit the new ones in place, and there behind the large water glasses was—ta ta!! Girl Scout Cookies. My friends must try to hide them from themselves!
Peanut Butter and those fabu chocolate mint flavors. Needless to say I’ve been indulging… they did say to eat anything I could find… It just took me a while to find the real treasure on their shelves.
This is it. Last morning alone. Friends return around noon. I bought a “Welcome Home” baloon and some flowers and have lots of fresh fruit to greet them… I shall take them to dinner tonight (they are both great cooks and I cannot compare my savoir faire, better not to try…)
So I am organizing my stuff, tossing the trash, wiping down the glass rings on the coffee table and emptying the dish washer. Not a big deal. I am a small trash creator…. but this “office” space? I’ve taken over their dining room table. I still have work to do for the next three days, at least in the mornings until they wake… so I have to keep the “office” in tact… just need to organize the piles and bits so it doesn’t look so … so, junky… Small piles on chairs hidden beneath the table top… that might cut back on the visual clutter, and I can put the printer on the floor in the corner next to me… Of course if one of them trips on a cord and sends my computer flying all will be chaos… maybe it’s better to just leave it as it is… a work in progress… after all, that’s what I am… a workin’ girl.
I am not usually at a loss for words, and this morning I could do my usual dry humor post, but have decided to step to one side and let this short video bring you some inspiration this Monday morning. Got the link from one of the people (The Clutter Free Diva) I am following on twitter. It will take about 3 minutes of your time and that’s not a lot out of your day. So sit back and just be….
The sprinklers are running… it’s 8:30 a.m. and the sun is still not yet fully up… morning starts later here in paradise. I’m up and working, getting a few things done before my hosts rise and the day really gets underway. Today will be a quiet one… work, a very little shopping and mostly pooltime… It will be close to 85 degrees by mid day. And of course, pure sunshine.
For the first time yesterday, I checked the weather forecast for the coming week back on the Cape. Looks like grey skies and lo 50’s. Sigh… I must spend my last two days breathing in the sunshine. It will have to last me till the bulbs really bloom back home.
I know… dear readers from the north, you don’t have one wick of sympathy for me. And I don’t blame you. But ohhhhhh, the transistion to come. Sigh.
Can’t seem to sleep these days. Toss, turn, no worries, just toss, turn. My body can’t seem to find a place to rest. I drink Camomile tea just before heading to bed, but maybe the tossing has something to do with the spoonful of chocolate ice cream and chocolate chip cookies I had at the same time.
So, it’s sudoku at midnight, trying to get my mind to slow down and mellow out. Some find a word game to be too stimulating, but my brain just clicks off after a while and I drift off… I’ve been working through my puzzle book since a year ago Christmas (2007!)… I am a very slow sudoku solver… only about 10 pages of puzzles left. Shall rip through those at the pool here in paradise on this, my last afternoon. Heading back to the “real” world in the morning. TTFN.
Well I’m back….. sitting here at my office desk, rain pelting the windows behind me... it’s a cold grey day back in New England… memories of palm trees, green grass and warm sun still linger, but alas… time is a thief! and I shall have to adjust my inner vision to accommodate the time shift.
Although it was a working vacation, being back at my desk in the office has my mind shifting to the big projects and time schedules, deadlines, etc…. lots to do, so better get cracking.
What I realize is geography is a state of mind… and the southern climes do add to the attitude that time and schedules are a little more laid back…. here in the northeast, I’m looking at my calendar and making “to do” lists with prioritization! And I must stay working till it’s done. No pool to saunter to for a quick break in the afternoon. It’s just plain miserable out… so work is the best distraction.
It is inevitable when you go on a vacation—working or otherwise—that you come home to piles. Mail, laundry, dust. I have all three and today is going to be a clutter cleanup, pay my bills kind of day. The overcast skies are cooperating so it’s not an outdoor, clean up the piles of old leaves kind of day. That will be tomorrow.
I am making my “to do’s” and trying to prioritize. Had two cups of coffee, but I think a nap right about now might be just the ticket.
At last! A day at the driving range. First time out since last December and that’s saying somethng.
Lots of bits and pieces to catch up on, one is shopping for the big holidays coming up this week: Passover and Easter dinners… we celebrate as a family on Sunday. I’m the host… so must hustle.
But first a little driving on the greens. Ah, sweet meadows and grass. This is the perfect time before the bugs and spiders. My goal once again is to improve my handicap. It is in the proverbial cellar (or should I say on the mountain, as high is not good…) but I have high hopes and expectations this year, as always. And my handicap can only go down. Which will be good. This year I promise myself to practice more, and crack that 100 mark. Yes!!!
I had to go to the post office this morning. Important papers had to be mailed. But it was raining and in spite of my attempt to keep the envelopes dry, the large important envelope’s seal came loose. I couldn’t trust that it would hold, so as I presented it for postage I asked the clerk if I could have a small piece of tape to be sure the envelope would be sealed correctly.
“I’m sorry. We don’t give out tape anymore.”
“Huh?” was my puzzled response. “But the envelope is going to open and the contents are sure to drop out on the ground.”
The clerk tried to press the seal more tightly. “Sorry, we’re not allowed to give out tape. They are really coming down on us for it.”
“I don’t understand,” I responded.
The clerk, clearly embarrassed, pointed at the nearby display wall. “It’s because we sell tape. So now we can’t give it away.”
“But I don’t need a whole roll, just a small piece to be sure the envelope is secure.” I pointed to the flap which was already beginning to curl.
“Sorry. Can’t give you tape.”
“How about that priority label tape you have right there?”
“But the package is not priority. Can’t use that tape unless it’s a priority letter.”
A crowd was beginning to gather behind me. I could hear the rain sheeting hard against the windows. I did not want to go back to the house in all this rain to get a two inch piece of scotch tape. “Fine, let’s call this a priority letter. Put the tape on the seal and on the front and let’s be done with it.” And that’s what we did.
$4.95 cents for a piece of priority tape!!! But the package should get there tomorrow. I know sending stuff via snail mail is actually cheap when you consider gas, travel time, etc. but this is ridiculous. From now on I shall bring my own tape and sticky label supplies whenever I go to the post office. What next???
It’s RED SOX time!!! Happy Days are Here Again… the boys of summer are finally swinging in the spring.
I had a chance to see them when I was south, but for a variety of reasons that did not work out… but I promise to follow the boys this year, with an eye to the fall and taking the world series once again. Oh the hopes and dreams of the sometime fan!
These early games are not easy to watch. Only once did I have the courage to go to an April game. We had seats in the grand stand, under the overhang… but still the cold, hard rain of that April night, whipped by the wild winds of an early spring storm, caused my “sometime fan” heart to wither and we left after the third inning. It took me hours to thaw out. And they lost the game besides.
But I have high hopes for this new season, and promise to listen to the game more often. I shall learn the names of the players, and their picadillos, and whose where on what base, and all that. Let’s go guys. Make us all proud.
Happy Passover to all my good friends of the Jewish faith. I sometimes spend this sacred evening with friends where we share the meal, toss the frogs when we read about the plagues of Egypt, and hide the Afikoman. (This is a piece of matzah for the kids to find! – a special prize awaits!) But alas, the Red Sox are playing tonite and they have tickets to the game. They were actually oblivious to the conflict in dates and amazed to get tickets at all until they realized it was, indeed, Passover.
They will celebrate tomorrow night and again on Sunday, when they gather for Easter… the family is of “mixed” blessings so the actual day of celebration is not critical. The important thing is that they celebrate together and TOSS THOSE FROGS!!!
By the way, for those of you who would like a great new Haggadah for your sedar, here is a copy you can download: Velveteen Rabbit Haggdah in both English and Hebrew. (Don’t miss the Frog Song on page 27!) It’s a great version, well documented and easy to follow!
Ah, it’s that sweet time of year once again! PEEP TIME!!!
The only time of year I buy peeps… you know, they are those soft gooey chicky things that come in a plastic covered cardboard box. You can use ‘em in baking or decorate your dessert at Easter dinner with them… or better yet, and something all adult children truly love— stick them in the microwave, turn on the timer for 30 seconds and watch them EXPLODE!!!!
Nothing like an exploding peep to get you in the Easter mood. I like the yellow ones best, and can’t abide the blue ones… though some people swear they taste like blueberry…. I think they all taste like globs of glue. I never eat them… I just like to stick them in the micro and watch them blow up.
Do you think this reveals some inner life tension I have yet to resolve? Hmmmmm?
By the way, for those of you who really love peeps, there is actually a Peep fan club. Check it out!
What a parteeeee! You can tell it must have been a good one… haven’t posted a new post since last thursday! Wowsa. Spent all of Friday cleaning the happy home, then greeting good people who arrived mid afternoon and evening… and that was just the beginning. Saturday was a dreary, rainy day, but a good one for getting food ready for the big feast on Sunday. Planning for fourteen ’round the table.
Had high hopes for making Challah Bread, a traditional egg and honey bread that’s braided and makes a big splash as a center piece. I spent a lot of time mixing and measuring, but clearly not enough doing the one critical piece: kneading the dough… After six hours of rising and baking my Challah Bread ended up as a large blob of doughy glue. Impossible to serve, much less eat. I fear my mother’s spirit was “tsk tsking” from above. I would have tried for a second loaf but ran out of time.
Family arrived on Sunday and we had a great time. Even had an egg hunt and as the adults needed an incentive to get into the spirit of the thing, Scratch tickets were the prize! A lot of fun all round.
A very close friend of mine – in fact- an alter ego of sorts, is having a birthday today. Good wishes all ’round! She is marking another tick of the clock, a notch on the belt, a turn in the road, another year of life celebrated. And so far this morning, it has been filled with goodness, generosity, friendship and a wowsa inspirational video from YouTube. (About that in a moment!)
Last night a group of very close friends took this alter ego for a fabu dinner at an upscale restaurant in Watertown. Great time and fun gifts—even one of those funky autograph dogs that everyone signed. Too funneee.
This morning, hot coffee in bed—the hostess had to travel to the local D&D in the cold morning air to bring that back—a true sacrifice, and from the host, a small cake and a bottle of scotch on the stairs! What a way to greet the day!
And to deal with the facts of growing another year older— one inspiring thought from Nicholas Sparks, author of Nights in Rodanthe:
Young or old, male or female, pretty much everyone she knew wanted the same things: They wanted to feel peace in their hearts, they wanted a life without turmoil, they wanted to be happy. The difference was that most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while most older people believed that they lay in the past.
Surprise!!! Those things lay in TODAY! It’s all we’ve got. So today my alter ego will be happy.
And one last inspiring thought… and this from YouTube.com – A nearly 48 year old lump of a woman just wowed the audience at Britain’s Got Talent with her fabulous voice.
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS PEOPLE! This you have got to see! Click here to view the video. Trust me, it’s worth your time.
Some of you visit the “other” blog I manage: midlifejourney.com, and for you, the link below will be redundant…. but I think it’s worth it to repeat here as it can only do wonders! And I pass it on as a thank you to all of you who helped me celebrate this past weekend. Yahoooooo!
There is a group of musicians who have created a new project: Playing For Change, which has as its goal to create a multi-media movement created to inspire, connect and bring peace to the world through music. What a great idea.
The producers wandered the globe recording this famous song, Stand By Me, inviting local musicians to contribute their remarkable talents. It proves the point, that talent and enthusiasm for sharing it, really is without borders. I think it’s worth a listen.
P.S. Thanks to Carol who put me on to this great link!
I don’t normally watch reality shows. They are, in my opinion, anything but reality. But there is one my sister likes, Biggest Loser, and as she is visiting this week, I joined her in front of the TV to stare and gawk at terribly overweight people sweating.
I don’t know where they get these people, or what it takes to get on the show. But there are certainly some fixed conditions:
You have to be six zillion pounds overweight, the bigger the better
You have to have no shame… you will appear on TV in skin tight exercise clothes, so you have to get over the “oh gawd, I’m ugleee” factor
You have to have attitude… the producers must like snarley people who are very competitive
You have to be able to sweat—a lot! You should see these people on the treadmills… no easy cake walk there… and the sweat pouring down their faces proves it… the more you sweat, the more you look like you’re working hard… (I think some of them must splash their faces with water for effect)
And finally when it comes right down to it, you have to be willing to cry… all the contestants cry… in pain, or shame, or anger.
Of course, the whole time we were watching the show, I was eating the last of the chocolate cake with white chocolate frosting. I’ll get on the scales tomorrow.
Ok, so I don’t have a date, but I am running late this morning and as fate would have it I’ve got five errands to run before I get to the office, not only that but I have to make my lunch.
So, no news is good news… work is good, life is good, the woman’s golf group starts this evening with an opening dinner and I am ready to play! TTFN
You might ask, why did I even bother to write this blog of nothing this morning?
Carpe Diem! Seize the Day! Every day is bright, beautiful and should be gazed on in wonder… especially if you are taking the Acai Berry and looosing weight by the pound!!!! (more on this later) besides as my good friend “Ella” says – Living well? What’s the alternative?
After a long, grey winter here on the Cape, it is truly wondrous to have a warm weekend. Temps are supposed to hit the mid 80’s! For those of you in the sunshine states that may seem low, but here in the northeast it is a welcome heat wave. In fact, depending on the sea breeze it may appear a little too warm. Can you believe it. We are never satisfied.
I shall use the day to open the windows, shake out the bedclothes, change my wardrobe from winter to spring/summer and get myself to the beach for a sit in the sun. Actually, I just got a new hammock and perhaps I shall just swing breezily in the backyard.
Today, Friday, is still a workin’ day, so I must move and groove and get things done for my clients before I dare to enjoy the warm.
It’s a great idea to join the hunt for bees by planting a sunflower in your garden this summer. I just signed up and will be planting seeds and watering fabu plants before you know it. Here’s a summary of what the site reads:
By watching and recording the bees at sunflowers in your garden, you can help us understand the challenges that bees are facing. The first batches of seeds are mailing the week of 23 March 2009. We’ll be sending our next round of annual Lemon Queen sunflower seeds at the end of April 2009. Just in time to plant!
* It takes less than 30 minutes.
* It’s easy.
* Free Sunflower seeds for planting.
* No knowledge of bees required!
Sounds like a good idea. I get sunflower seed to grow, and I’m helping out the world. It will provide an insight into how our green spaces in the urban, suburban and rural landscapes are connected as well as shedding light on how to help pollinators.
A week or so ago I signed up for that infamous Acai Berry Trial Membership on-line. For a mere $1.95 I would get a trial sample of this fabu diet supplement guaranteed to take 25 pounds off my ungainly figure in just a matter of a few weeks. Wowsa! Like a fool I believed and signed up.
My friends told me it was a scam, that I was nutso, that I was a fool to sign up. “I would never do anything like that. You don’t even know these people.” I heard that refrain from a number of friends.
Well, it turns out they were right and I was a fool… I’ve fixed it though (you can go to my other blog (http://www.midlifejourney.com, if the post is not on top do a search for “acai berry”) and read my story and advice to others. But here’s my advice to you, faithful reader, lose weight the old fashioned way—by keeping your mouth shut and your legs on the treadmill.
I’m addicted and I don’t mind saying so. I caught this show starting in its fourth season a few years back and always wanted to see how it started. My good friend Bill lent me the entire 7 season DVD package. After almost a week of watching, I am only half way through season 2. These actors really earned their money. Each season has at least 24 episodes!
So that’s what I am doing with my evenings. During the day I work or play a rotten round of golf (like this morning!) Why is it, that in spite of all my time practicing and playing, I still go into the woods nine times out of ten? Oh well…
Tomorrow one of my nephews graduates from college. How did this happen? I have pictures of the two of us on the beach. He was running around playing with shovels, his pants full of sand and sunscreen smeared all over his nose. And now he’s taller than me, with a beard and a new life ahead of him.
Time moves very slowly if you focus on the minutes, but flies when you look back at the years. It’s a lesson to be more mindful and pay attention to this moment. It’s not going to repeat itself. All the more reason to use time wisely.
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” ~ Ferris Bueller
Last fall in a desperate attempt to avoid raking leaves I decided to mulch them with old reliable: my Dad’s lawnmower. It worked just fine the year before so I was really surprised when in the middle of driving the mower through a large pile of old oak leaves the engine coughed, sputtered and the machine came to an abrupt halt. The engine kept on going but the drive gizmo that kept the wheels turning went kaputeeee… I pushed it around for a while, but the sweat pouring down my face made it difficult to see where I was going so I finally just gave up.
It’s spring again and the grass is green and growing. I can’t afford a goat, (though I understand they are fun to have around) so it is time to get the mower fixed. My brother actually took a look at it when he was here for the high holidays… His advice: “There’s some serious damage to this thigamajig here and I don’t have the right tools. You need to get this fixed by a small engine guy.” And so I did.
The machine just got back this morning and with the next sunny day I shall begin once again to attack all that is green and growing. Only this time I promise to avoid rocks, big branches, and large piles of leaves.
Oh, and it might help if I clean the mower once I’m done. My Dad would be rollin’ in his grave!
Mercury is going retrograde today! May 6th…. Here we go again. This is not the time to sign a contract! Double check every message you send. Especially email… those nasty little typos are sure to try and creeeeep in. See! One just got by me!
I’ve been experiencing small mechanical glitches all week. The TV is funneee, the wrong burner on the stove is on (I did not burn down the house!), and online problems abound.
This is going to last a few weeks, so batten down the hatches and hang on. It’s going to be a bumpee ride!
I’ve never been a mother. I love kids, don’t get me wrong, and I thoroughly enjoy the children of my siblings and friends. I know babies are cute, but they do cry a lot, demand a lot of attention, and occasionally they smell bad. (You can tell I’d never make it as a mother… crazy aunt fits me better.) And when they grow up they are sometimes out of control, or beyond control, whatevah…
But I do have mothering instincts. Most of us do… even men can be good mothers when it comes to nurturing the planet, and heaven above knows this earth of ours needs to be nurtured.
So today, in honor of mother earth, and mothers everywhere, I commit myself to recycle, plant, nurture, compost, rake and water when I can; to trim the old branches back, give the new branches room to grow, and use my canvas bags when I shop instead of those horrible plastic thingys.
Today, I shall hug a tree in honor of my own mother who loved to garden and would be happy to use canvas bags. (She knew how to recycle!) I shall plant my “BubbleGum” Petunias in all the pots I have prepared and watch them grow long into the summer. Mother’s Day will be celebrated all season long!
Came across this youtube video today and thought I would spread the good cheer. We should all be willing to join in just for fun. I’m sure if I had been in Antwerp I would have shaken my boootie for shuwah!
Only have a minute to let you all know I am heading into Boston in a few… eating out at a fabu restaurante in the North End… a couple of friends have decided to fete me (is that the word?)… it’s the last hurrah for my birthday… I’ll take it.
Got this link this morning to a YouTube video, featuring a new international theatre performance… The Voca People… takes about 3 minutes – worth a listen.
We are coming into some seriously hot weather this week. It’s going to hit 90 degrees tomorrow, just about the time I hit my first golf ball off the tee at SSCountry Club. It’s a business group… honest! I’m working as I play. The joy of schmooozing! Anyway… it’ll be the first day I’ll be wearing capri pants – no shorts yet, though I should have dug them out of the bottom drawer. But it’s going to be 60 again on Friday… so who knows what cool breeze might blow.
Good times await. I’m learning not to wait for a “better” time to play… seize the day – Carpe Diem! You never know. I was playing golf the other day and we were running about the course in golf carts. You have to be careful not to get on a steep slope. Strange things have happened. The woman who was driving our cart told me of an incident that had happened to someone she knew. Husband and wife were playing on a course in Florida. The husband got out to hit his next shot and yelled at his wife to move the cart out of the way. He was flustered, she was panicked and drove sideways onto a slippery slope, rolled the cart over and landed right in the middle of a pond where she drowned!
Honest! It’s an absolutely true story. And it ruined the guy’s game for the rest of the day he was so distracted. So! Carpe Diem… you never know!
Susan Boyle’s performance in Britain’s Got Talent Semi Final this past Saturday, started off a little shaky… but she grabbed the hearts and more importantly VOTES of the British public. Check it out here:
I got my hair cut yesterday. Robin, my hairdresser is fabu and always does a fine job. But this morning I woke up and there is this one chunk of hair that “pops” up on the back of my head. I can’t see it, but I can feel it, and when I look in the mirror, I can just see this funny little curl sticking out! I’ve tried to get it to behave, but I think I’ve got a cow lick!!! And it’s not happy.
What do I do with it? How do I get it to calm down? Am I doomed to look like Alfalfa from the Little Rascals TV show— now I am dating myself.
Maybe a little Elmer’s Glue would work. After all the logo for the sticky stuff is Daisy the Cow.— you know, cow— lick— cowlick? Should work, don’t you think.
Send your suggestions to me as soon as you read this. I am hiding out from my public until this is fixed!!
Today is the fourth in a row of dreary grey skies… Last night I played golf in 45 degrees. Am I nuts? I birdied the second hole — that’s very good. Then my game went to #$%%^@! as I ended up with a horribly high score. Sigh. I can blame it on the weather, or the fact I was wearing winter gloves… but that won’t really fly. The fact is I don’t know my own strength. My biggest trouble came when I hit too far, over the greens and into the sand traps on the opposite side… I play with too much enthusiasm sometimes, and lose control!
Me! Too much enthusiasm… I need to calm down and let the club do the work. Just relax I tell myself. Don’t jam the club into the ground, or swing wildly or too fast… just a gentle swoosh is all you need… I tell myself that and then I get up to the ball and WHAM!, slam the thing so hard it goes flying off into the woods. Good thing I’m playing with old crummy balls. I lose so many of them. Hey! Maybe that’s my problem. Crummy balls. I need to buy some really expensive hi powered very professional, don’t you dare lose ‘em balls— maybe then my game will improve. Watcha think?—Don’t answer that.
I have so many things I have to do today (of course, I am my own taskmaster— if I just wanted to go back to bed and sleep for 24 hours, there’s no one stopping me). Essential tasks include a dump run (the rubbish is way too “ripe” to wait any longer), then the dry cleaners, the gym, get the rack on the car and load up the kayaks, blog one or two entries, fine tune my affiliate program, call a few people, and all that before lunch.
Of course the reality is that I woke up late, had an upset stomach (which is slowly being cured by a dose of Pepto Bismol—what did I eat to cause this?— I know, it’s too much information for you) and it’s now 10 am and I am still in my pajamas.
Best laid plains… maybe I will head back to bed for a while. There’s always tomorrow… only the rubbish won’t wait. I’m outta here.
There are two large patches of dirt amongst the grass in my backyard. My sister made an effort last summer to sow some seed and get the grass to fill in, it started out fine, but it didn’t take. This spring I have tried again and with better luck. Manure and compost are grand things to make a grass garden grow. It’s free for the taking at the dump and I got some (thanks to the visiting garden queen who is obsessed with such things-happily)… and now my grass gardens are flourishing. I just need to remember to water.
Why tell you this? I shall become philosophical: Just a reminder that all that old stuff in your life—the rot, the junk, the bad choices, the “#$%^” you would just as soon forget, is still full of energy—might be negative energy but, give it time to break down, fall apart and become useful “good” energy that you can toss on the things you really want to grow! Take the frustration and turn it into passion, sort of thing… You understand what I mean.
Ah! Sweet philosophy. It lets us speak in tongues and sound smart and deep.
Those Greenbay Packers are getting a visitor! (—as well as my brother & his family.) I am off to Wisconsin for the weekend. Have high hopes for a sail on Lake Pepin! Weather must hold off… so pray those rain clouds part and we can parteeeeee! (We’ll parteee anyway… just more fun to do it in the sunshine!) Aloha, babee and cheeze whiz to you. Happy Velveeta!
Oh what a time we are having here in the northern wet plains of Wisconsin and Velveeetta country. The cows are abundant as is their methane gas. Did you know that cow owners have to pay a fart tax++++??? Amazing little bit of trivia. Luckily my brother and his wife don’t have any cows on their property, though they do have a garden full of smelly manure. I think they should pay a tax for that!!! Don’t you?
No time this week to write even one line of happy thoughts. I returned from the land of Velveeeeeta last Monday (no problems with the flight or connections-but I was pooped when I hit the hay that night) and since then I have been running around in circles. No other excuse for keeping my loyal readers in the dark.
It’s been gray and dismal here again in the Northeast. The tomatoes are getting leggy… not enough sun to make them fill out, and something is eating the lettuce! But the hosta, who love the damp and dark, are very happy in my garden. I’m tired of the gloom. BUT… the coming week promises to be sunny and my spirits are going to rise up and I am going to write a whole series of witty submissions and life will be back to normal… whatever that is.
As an Aries (fire sign astrologically) I really need some sunshine once in a while to give me a boost. Maybe I should try one of those new energy drinks you see at the convenience stores… promises 5 hours of unstoppable power and “zoom”! — probably put me in an early grave. More later. I promise.
I’m dragging this morning. I’ve got those early morning foggy blues… sigh.
But! Thank goodness for Java. Just heated some water and have poured it over some coffee grounds in my fabu French Press and within just a few moments the elixir of the morning gods will pour and my foggy blues will slowly lift.
What is it about coffee? I like it dark, not too strong, with just a hint of roasted chickery hickery or something… not flavored, just dark something I can’t quite put my finger on…
Gevalia Coffee marketeers make coffee beans sound exciting: Nurtured in the lush Mt. Hagen region north of Australia, Papua New Guinea, this blend of beans will delight the palate with a sweet, medium body, natural flavor notes, and a complexity that rivals even the best Central American coffees.
I could never write for a coffee company. Thank goodness I just have to enjoy the brew. Ahhhh! I smell the aroma wafting in from the kitchen… My brew of beans is bountiful and better than that – it’s ready. TTFN.
I‘ve joined a Zumba class! Ola babeeeee….! Salsa moves and grooves! Sounded like fun in the brochure and family and friends told me it was a great idea so I signed up. First class was last night, 6:30 – 7:30pm. Duh?
I totally forgot. I signed up, even put a post-it note under my computer screen… but the day was so full of distractions and things to do and by 6:30 I was still catching up on one more project. It wasn’t till I looked at the clock at quarter of eight that my brain finally did its own little rumba and kicked in. I had totally blown off the class… it wasn’t even a question of being lazy and too tired to go, you know, that sickish feeling when you know you should go to the gym but you just don’t want to be bothered… no this was a total mental block that disconnected my brain…
Ah well…. it will give me a few days to get my inner dance mood going, so I can really rev it up and let loose next week, when I promise myself I will remember and I will get there on time. I think I will have to dress for the class and walk around with some sort of reminder on my wrist or fingers… maybe a hat of feathers will keep me focused. I’ll let you know.
The rain is just not going to stop here on Cape Cod, and a dreary, gray spring defies the calendar and summer solstice! Where is the sun?!! In spite of the drearies, my toes are ready for the sandles and sunshine!
Family arrived late Friday… and except for a few hours on Saturday, we are stuck in the house playing board games, drinking Johnnie Walker Blue (a special post birthday gift from the Queen of Scrabble and her princess daughter) and just hanging out. A good beginning to the summer for sure. And not all was totally dreary, as we did, in fact, gather round the outdoor fire late Saturday, to celebrate the turning of the earth and the new season!
Tomorrow I am supposed to play golf. Tee time at 7 am. Oh the joys of playing in the grey, damp dawn. Should bring some of that JWBlue in a flask. That’ll surely help my game!
The alarm went off at 5:30 this morning… well, almost went off. I was awake a few minutes before and turned it off before the beeping woke the house. Showered and was ready at the door to head out for the golf course (7am tee time) when the heavens opened once again. Curse the low clouds of the east coast. (It’s 110 degrees in Phoenix today!)
So, I am back at my desk, doing what most workers do on a Tuesday morning — working. At least I will be, once I finished up this little blog entry. Yesterday I helped my cousin load up a small pickup with mattresses and other items, from her mother, the Queen’s house. The stuff is heading for their summer home on the Vineyard. It was quite the scene, hoisting mattresses in the pouring rain. We had tarps and plastic wrap, but I think they probably arrived not too worse for wear. It was a wild trip to say the least. Not everything she wanted to take to the island fit in the truck bed. We started stuffing bits and pieces of luggage in behind the seats. In spite of our efforts, she had to leave behind a large shopping bag full of her choicest wines. I’m sure she will be coming back for the rest in a few days. And if not, well, another parteeee round the campfire for sure.
It’s RED SOX time!!! Happy Days are Here Again… the boys of summer are finally swinging in the spring.
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