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And the sky was blue . . .

Certainly, if ever a tale of grand adventure was set to begin, it would begin as thus–with a golden sun lounging about a sky of blue.

Which, by the way, we actually witnessed over the weekend. After weeks upon weeks of grey, muddy skies, the clouds puffed and moved to the side, revealing a blue the likes of which I’ve never seen.

I have, of course, but every year it seems a bit more spectacular than the year before.

That, my friends, is the magic of the four seasons. They never cease to amaze.

And let’s not forget the shot of invigoration. My, what a little Vitamin D can do for a person after a long winter’s slump. In the last few days I’ve not only pondered cleaning closets and drawers and the garage, I’ve had the energy for it; I’ve begun to plan the garden–heavens, I’ve considered Do-It-Yourself projects!

Of course, I’m trying to temper my exuberance by reminding myself that before long I’ll lose my built-in excuse for not washing my car; and I’ll be complaining about having to water the yard/flowers everyday. But for now, it’s all a thing of beauty.

So to those of you residing in warmer climates, the days of our incessant griping over frigid temps are coming to an end.

To those of you in the middle of the biting cold, hold on–those blue skies are a comin’. And I’ll tell you now, when they do, it will be all sorts of fabulous . . .


Just hangin’ out

{Oh, look–there I am!}

Whoa, Nellie—what is with the whirlwind of a life thing going on?

Luckily, the week held a hint of celebration midway through. Wednesday evening a friend came over to celebrate Christmas/New Years/her birthday. It was altogether lovely—except maybe for the fact: 1) the day to follow turned out not to be the weekend; 2) the waist of my pants nearly cut off all circulation to my upper half.

Truly, sitting upright made breathing a chore. The situation remedied itself a bit once we retired to the living area, and I had chance to recline. Although that presented a whole new conundrum. Mainly, I felt like Jabba the Hutt.

Needless to say, I best be reeling in the celebratory eating and reeling out activities requiring some sort of movement (I’ll ponder what that might be as I sit here eating a York peppermint patty).

With that, I’ve only this to say . . .

Happy weekend to you, dear friends!


Just a little to-do


Did you have a good weekend—did you stay warm and safe and dry?

You know, any time there’s calamity afoot I feel the need to take roll call, to make certain we’re all present and accounted for.  Sure, I know nary a thing about most of you. I do know, however, you’re represented by a dot on the map–and some of those dots are smack dab in the middle of some crazy shit.

An aside, this will be the day my aunt pops in to read the blog. It actually came up at a family gathering once:

Mom: I really like her blog . . . except when she swears.

Me: I do not swear on my blog.

Uncle: I didn’t know she swears on her blog.

Me: I don’t swear on my blog.

Aunt: Oh yes, she swears on her blog. I’ve seen it.

Please. I utter profanities around these parts maybe twice a year and only when appropriate. And let me tell you, floods and a ‘polar vortex’ are completely appropriate.

But I digress . . .

If only we lived closer–I’d whip us up some hot cocoa, we’d light a roomful of candles, and tell ghost stories. Like the time in the eighties when I had a certain pair of ‘fruit pants’—white, skin-tight pants in a cotton-polyester blend, adorned with giant, brightly colored fruit . . . and I wore them in public. Eek!

Then again, maybe it’s best we live a ways away–you might have a hard time beating that one.


Farewell 2013


Jeepers, creepers—there goes another one . . .

I’ve been soaking in the last few days of 2013 for all I’m worth. You know, eating copious amounts of delectable treats, sipping warm beverages, gazing at what remains of the twinkling lights.

And since I wouldn’t want a brand new year thinking I’m a complete flop, right from the start, I spent some time cleaning and organizing. It was nothing short of amazing all I managed to throw out: Wee toys I’ve been saving for nieces or nephews, in the off chance they move back to the states and want to come stay for a bit with their auntie—gone!  Pink leather purse (and by leather I mean man made materials from China, naturally) barely holding on—distant memory!  Silk pants from the 80s—OK, I actually kept those. You’ve got to draw a line somewhere, and apparently I draw mine with the drawstring of black silk pants from the 80s.

Of course, amidst it all, I’ve been taking stock of the year, as we are wont to do on such occasions. 

Looking back, it seems I’ve become quite smitten with the bare branches of trees and the colors of the sky. From the looks of photos snapped throughout the year, it seems I’ve done a lot of looking up. Not such a bad thing, mind you, especially considering the rest of the goings on of the year . . .

In 2013, family members faced medical crises, I started a new job,  and my cat discovered his cloak of invisbility

Much to my chagrin, 2013 served several helpings of humble pie–including this rather humiliating episode (sadly, I do not make these things up).

But it tempered the humiation with celebrations–2013 was the year of milestone birthdays, and any number of smaller occassions–each uniquely worthy of a raised glass, laughter, and confetti.

And let’s not forget the road trips–or the time travel.

In other words, it was a year much like any other. I’m glad it paid us visit–I hope it offers some good advice to the newbie taking its place . . .


Here me roar

{Lion sewing pattern by Dolls and Daydreams}

How cute is this little lion? He’s not the only one, I might add; Dolls and Daydreams has all sorts of cuteness, from meerkats to dinosaurs (and no, I’m not getting paid to say that, nor do I know the shop owner).

Given that we’re anticipating the arrival of certain wee ones in the coming months (including a couple in December) I do so wish I could sew.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, Well, learn!  If only it were that simple.

In Home Ec (back in the day) we were instructed on the fine art of sewing wind socks–straight forward, simple lines, peace of cake. At least it was a peace of cake for the roughly fifteen other students (including the two guys who signed up for the class to meet girls). Even with much assistance from one exasperated teacher, mine looked as though it had weathered a tornado or two. My mom, bless her heart, tried to act impressed with my efforts. She hung it above the front stoop for all the see . . . though it mysteriously disappeared soon after.

That said, I think it best I stick to buying my gifts.

Of course, you may recall, my lofty goal each and every year is to be completely done with gifts and cards by December 1. Did I finally accomplish this goal? Negatory, good buddy. I am, however, inching my way closer. So, while I may not be crafty, I am organized . . . at least I will be, one of these days.

And you–how are your Christmas preparations coming along?