...and the weekend whizzed past with whirling snow and freeze your tootsies chilly, the todo list remains incomplete, but the decisions for countertop and door insets were made. I am trying to maintain the ambience of my 96 year old condo while bringing the kitchen up to snuff. Solid oak with lots of pot drawers, modern drawer inserts, some glass cabinetry and peekaboo inserts for the top cupboards so I can drag out the good china from the basement boxes. Highlighted with stainless appliances large and small and smooth round stainless stell racking for the sink wall. Now I only have to decide which of the two drastically different harware patterns will work the best.... damn, I like them both.
Pints with a couple friends, brunch with others and an overdue coffee date with my PJ. Took some pictures of the geese all huddled on the lake and went on a tour of the Homes for the Holidays with my seester.
I did not get the laundry done so that'll have to be tonight.
November 22, 2010
November 06, 2010
and one of my best friends is off on an adventure...
I will miss her every day but change is eternal ...
November 02, 2010
blink ...
thank you crackbook.
A couple of months ago I ran into an old friend - strike that - a friend from the olden days and we got to chatting. Catching up - finding out what we'd been doing etc. That incident triggered the old back brain files, long tucked away in a shadowy, pre-first marriage corner, to start chirping for attention from the forebrain. I started wondering about people I hadn't seen nor heard much of for 35 years. (real olden days OMG!) So I decided to start hunting some of them up on crackbook.
Lo and behold, though many of them are not aficionados of technology, a few of them were.
So today, Kelly and Sean and I went for coffee, which turned into 3 hours of sharing, many hugs, catching up and making plans to stay in touch this time.
Like magic, all I had to do was close my eyes and I was immediately transported to the week after I was released from juvenile hall ... the voices were almost exactly the same, a little smokey and rough around the edges, but I swear that for a few moments I was 15 again. Those voices made my heart lift. I haven't had any friends that didn't originate until after I was 19 for a very very long time. It's good to know that at least a few of us (rather unbelievably) have made it this far.
And then I'd open my eyes and yup, I was confronted with reality, we're old, wrinkled and grey haired. But we're still here.
Woop woop
A couple of months ago I ran into an old friend - strike that - a friend from the olden days and we got to chatting. Catching up - finding out what we'd been doing etc. That incident triggered the old back brain files, long tucked away in a shadowy, pre-first marriage corner, to start chirping for attention from the forebrain. I started wondering about people I hadn't seen nor heard much of for 35 years. (real olden days OMG!) So I decided to start hunting some of them up on crackbook.
Lo and behold, though many of them are not aficionados of technology, a few of them were.
So today, Kelly and Sean and I went for coffee, which turned into 3 hours of sharing, many hugs, catching up and making plans to stay in touch this time.
Like magic, all I had to do was close my eyes and I was immediately transported to the week after I was released from juvenile hall ... the voices were almost exactly the same, a little smokey and rough around the edges, but I swear that for a few moments I was 15 again. Those voices made my heart lift. I haven't had any friends that didn't originate until after I was 19 for a very very long time. It's good to know that at least a few of us (rather unbelievably) have made it this far.
And then I'd open my eyes and yup, I was confronted with reality, we're old, wrinkled and grey haired. But we're still here.
Woop woop
November 01, 2010
it's nablopomo
Can I remember to write something here every day of Movember? Maybe, and can't know if I don't try so...
Today's song is brought to you by the foundering memory of a 49 year old woman and mishap with the hallowe'en laundry:
Glitter glitter everywhere,
even in the underwear.
Usually I just don't care,
But damn it itches way down there.
Today's song is brought to you by the foundering memory of a 49 year old woman and mishap with the hallowe'en laundry:
Glitter glitter everywhere,
even in the underwear.
Usually I just don't care,
But damn it itches way down there.