Monthly Archives: March 2010

Miscellany

A walk in the clouds

29 March 2010 – 1:00 am

Saturday was lovely – blue skies, sunshine, a balmy 55 degrees – and we actually had time to work in the garden…

We tinkered, mostly … pulling weeds, trimming rose bushes.  And further inspecting this …

“This” being our herb garden.  Due to what we imagine to be a weed-killer snafu, our herb garden is no more.  Deader than a neut.

*sigh*

Actually, I’ve known for some time. I stumbled upon the unfortunate circumstance on the first warmish day.  It was a discovery that prompted me to retreat in-of-doors, throw myself upon the counch and eat a Nutty bar.  It was simply too much to bare.  Rosemary, sage and thyme – gone; lavender, but a memory … 

Thankfully, I finished off the box of tasty treats and pulled myself together. This weekend, I gathered my courage for a closer look. And there it was … deep, down, hidden from view … a hint of green.  A sprig of lavender was alive!  Like Paul Sutton, I wanted to take my little twig, run to my family, jump up and down, cry,  hug, kiss, and laugh.  All is not lost, we shall replant… 

Oh yes, my friends, we shall replant!

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Shop therapy

Timely style

25 March 2010 – 1:00 am

We are quickly approaching the end of March, my friends – THE END OF MARCH!  How did this happen?!  I don’t even know.  With this in mind, I’ve been thinking of things that might help me get a handle on time.  Behold, the Newgate Lille wall clock…

This clock is bound to help.  Pretty sure.  I mean really, look at it – it’s a little bit retro, a little bit funk, and oh-so stylish.  

So even if time does fly, it will be a lovely sight to behold …  

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Miscellany

Double dutch day

24 March 2010 – 5:07 pm

If you happen to be in or near the Boise area today (Wednesday, March 24th, 2010) and you double dutch – bring your team into Flying Pie – because today’s your day!  Click here for details …

Those of you who’ve known me only in my current, sedentary state, may be surprised to learn I was the double dutch cham-peen, back in the day.  Oh yes, it’s true.  Except maybe for cartwheeling through, I could double dutch with the best of them.  It was one thing that made spring so welcome - for the first time in months we could get back out there and jump for all we were worth.  The minute that bell rang for recess, we’d grab our ropes and head for the blacktop.

They were carefree days of fun and laughter …

My how the years of passed since then.  The last time friends witnessed me double dutch, I was at RA camp.  We arrived late, the camp was dark – there wasn’t much to see outside. But it was a warm Texas night – the sky was bright with stars.  We couldn’t bring ourselves to go indoors.  So a group of us girls decided to double-dutch. The fact that we had no ropes didn’t phase us in the least. We simply made believe – and made believe so well, the guys gathered around for a closer look.

We laughed and cheered, just like we did when we were young … 

Every once in awhile, when no one else is around, I’ll pretend to double dutch. I put my hands up, feel for the rhythm of the ropes, and then jump in … Cin-da-rella, dressed in ye-lla, went upstairs to kiss her fe-lla, made a mi-stake and kissed a snake, how many doc-tors did it take .. 1 … 2 … 3 …

Before I know it, I’m laughing once again…

Give it a try sometime.  Pay no mind your age or ability – or the fact that you have no ropes. Pretend. Call it exercise if you must; but jump in with all your might.  Sure, we may not boast a team to earn us a free pizza a Flying Pie … but we just might find something more.  You see, the cares of the world are hard pressed to hold tight when you double dutch.  Even if we feel the fool at first, for a few moments in time, we can go back – we can be young, footloose and fancy-free.

It’s what makes double dutch so fun as a kid; and oh-so magical as an adult.

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Miscellany

Why I’m okay being the crazy cat lady

23 March 2010 – 8:42 am

Dear well-meaning friends, friends of friends, and complete-and-total strangers:

Thank you for your concern over us single people wandering aimlessly about. I’m sure when you set out to set us up, you hope we’ll find the happiness you’ve discovered, and not – as it might appear – misery.  

Perhaps a few guidelines …  

  • Strive for common ground (and profuse apologies, but the fact that we’re both old and single doesn’t count);  
  • If we’re friends, and you would never – in a million years – date the guy if you were single, do not try to set him up with me;
  • Telling me things like, “You only notice he sounds gay when he’s around other men” will not help;
  • Someone who can carry on a full, two-sided conversation is good.  Trying to think up topics that may garner more than a one-word reply hurts my head.  And let’s be serious, constant headaches are not appreciated by either party;
  • Humor is a requirement, not an option.  Period.

Sure, I’m an odd assortment of strange-contradictions.  And I realize, it may be nigh-on impossible for you to find a guy who meets the above criteria.  In which case, so be it … 

xoxo

Amy

P.S. – I must admit that I’m a bit concerned with the multiple photos … of cats … that were apparently downloaded from my camera last October … and yet I have no recollection.  None.  Whatsoever.  Perhaps I’m further along on the crazy-cat-lady track than I originally thought …

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My life

Pain and misery

22 March 2010 – 9:32 am

A very special thanks to all who commented and sent emails my way – your kind thoughts and good wishes warmed my heart and put a smile on my face. 

Saturday was okay.  Actually, in terms of bawling, shedding tears, falling apart, etc. etc. we were stellar.  STELLAR I tell you!  Of course, it helped that the person in charge was very business-like … almost to the point of being rude.  Which annoyed and appalled.  But it kept me from crying – so there’s that.

We did have our moments … for me it was walking out onto the back patio. They had spread out a meal on the hot tub cover – like we did for every summer party at Dixi’s. I took one look and quickly turned the other direction. 

We also laughed.  I know Dixi would have done the same had she been there. She also would have told us to take heed - clean out your crap now, before it’s too late!  We were sure to make note…whether or not it will actually happen, remains to be seen …

Yesterday, we went over to Kristen’s (Dixi’s sister’s) home to work in the yard.  Thankfully some friends offered to help out – even at the last moment.  If you happen to be one of them – and you’re reading this – know we love you!  Heaps.  *sigh*

After seven hours of digging, pulling, trimming, raking, and stuffing I’m one hurtin’ unit.  *whimper* It’s no wonder … I’ve been doing nothing but work on projects at my computer all year.  All.  Year.  Add carrying pavers and helping Manders fill in a wee pond to the mix and it’s a miracle I made it out of bed. 

It was iffy.  I was forced to do a Starbucks run just to work up the energy to make it to my computer.  And I just realized my jumbo-large caramel macchiato is gone – GONE – how could that be?!  *sob*

Yes it’s touch and go, my friends, touch and go …

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