drive in movie
weed back patio before snowfall
urban photo safari
long long bike ride
get a god darn hammock
live music
camp out
figure out how to make beets edible
take bunny on a playdate with new neighbor's bunnies
stay up all night reading
install AC in bedroom before snowfall
sit on butt
play tennis play tennis play tennis
float
play in sprinkler
set up kiddie pool before snowfall
rest
relax
repeat
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
summer things never change
summer is here
no homework...
relaxed schedule....
freedom....
i'm watching my kids struggle a bit with the adjustment
from too much structure
to all out 4 wheel drive recess
takes me back to summers i spent as a kid
pre X-box, guitar hero ( i am a guitar zero..but have plans to make a big push)
pre netflix, blockbuster , ipod
pre yahoo google blogger...
what the hell did i do with all of that time?
i did a lot of what i like still like doing now..
hanging out in or on the water
although i now prefer non-chlorinated
hitting tennis balls
listening to music
typing away
losing myself in the lives of others on a page...
today i listened to some Beatles...Let it Be..Naked
i'm still typing away
and right now
it's time to break open my new can of tennis balls .
popping open that airtight can is easily
one of the best sounds on earth .
a nostalgic pop
that packs a powerful punch of
sweaty, joyful childhood memories.
watched Venus swing it today.
Wimbledon still has the power
to make me get my butt to the court..
as a kid in the 70's tennis was at it's peak.
you had to stand around and wait for a court to open up.
not once in a while, but every time you went to play.
the cult of personality was overwhelming:Connors, McEnroe, Martrina, Chrissy, Nastase, Borg, Billie Jean, Arthur Ashe.
somehow as luck would have it, Jimmy Connors played an exhibition in Rochester against Vitas Guerilitis..and i got to see and HEAR them live. Tennis is so much about sound..the lusty grunts, the sneakers squealing, the gorgeous plunk of a perfectly hit backhand .
and in the case of jimmy connors, the never ending stream of one liners hurled at the line judge, his opponent or himself when he blew a shot.
every winter i forget how much i love the game.
every summer
i remember.
no homework...
relaxed schedule....
freedom....
i'm watching my kids struggle a bit with the adjustment
from too much structure
to all out 4 wheel drive recess
takes me back to summers i spent as a kid
pre X-box, guitar hero ( i am a guitar zero..but have plans to make a big push)
pre netflix, blockbuster , ipod
pre yahoo google blogger...
what the hell did i do with all of that time?
i did a lot of what i like still like doing now..
hanging out in or on the water
although i now prefer non-chlorinated
hitting tennis balls
listening to music
typing away
losing myself in the lives of others on a page...
today i listened to some Beatles...Let it Be..Naked
i'm still typing away
and right now
it's time to break open my new can of tennis balls .
popping open that airtight can is easily
one of the best sounds on earth .
a nostalgic pop
that packs a powerful punch of
sweaty, joyful childhood memories.
watched Venus swing it today.
Wimbledon still has the power
to make me get my butt to the court..
as a kid in the 70's tennis was at it's peak.
you had to stand around and wait for a court to open up.
not once in a while, but every time you went to play.
the cult of personality was overwhelming:Connors, McEnroe, Martrina, Chrissy, Nastase, Borg, Billie Jean, Arthur Ashe.
somehow as luck would have it, Jimmy Connors played an exhibition in Rochester against Vitas Guerilitis..and i got to see and HEAR them live. Tennis is so much about sound..the lusty grunts, the sneakers squealing, the gorgeous plunk of a perfectly hit backhand .
and in the case of jimmy connors, the never ending stream of one liners hurled at the line judge, his opponent or himself when he blew a shot.
every winter i forget how much i love the game.
every summer
i remember.
Friday, June 20, 2008
top five
top five things on my mind:
1) where are all those carpenter ants in my kitchen coming from?
2) will the ant traps work?
3)why do i feel guilty about killing said ants?
4)is death by ant trap more humane than death by squashing?
5) if you see an ant walking out of a box of cereal, do you throw the whole box out?
1) where are all those carpenter ants in my kitchen coming from?
2) will the ant traps work?
3)why do i feel guilty about killing said ants?
4)is death by ant trap more humane than death by squashing?
5) if you see an ant walking out of a box of cereal, do you throw the whole box out?
Sunday, June 8, 2008
quote of the day
"Fearlessness is the mother of invention."
Arianna Huffington
as one who has spent much of her life being plagued by fears and phobias,
i'm wondering:
can someone change their essential nature?
can someone find more courage and more heart without making a trip to see the wizard?
are we able to make fundamental changes to who we are, or just incremental?
i'm feeling restless today.
want to change everything
from the color of the walls of my house
to the color of my hair
want to live somewhere differentdrive something different ( of course!)
see something different
do something different..
but i'll probably wind up mulching.
when i feel the need to change the externals,
it's probably a sign that the internals
are what need to change.
when the internal changes
everything else may stay the same,
but everything looks different.
i feel
summer coming..
it brings with it
a warm strong sensuous wind
that blows the dust off
the year that has been,and brings electricity.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
the juxtaposition of things
this morning after turning the computer on, i was greeted as usual by Yahoo homepage
telling me everything that i missed while catching 8 hours of shuteye.
the headline was: "Japanese woman caught living in man's closet". Apparently a 58 year old homeless woman sneaked into a man's house and lived undetected in his closet for a year. a year. he became suspicious after he noticed that his food was mysteriously disappearing.
on the same page i clicked on a story about brad and angelina's new digs in the south of France. since they're having twins i guess they needed a little more room and bought a 1,000 acre chateau on the French Riviera. Further investigation showed that not only does this new pad have it's own lake, moat, vineyard and forest, but 35 bedrooms as well!
i'm thinking that my whole family and several of my closest friends could sleep in those closets for a year and be pretty comfortable. getting past security may be an issue. a better idea may be to hang out in the closet at their New Orleans or California houses while they're hanging out in France. With two new babies and a new mansion to deal with they'll be way too preoccupied to even think about their stateside cribs!
telling me everything that i missed while catching 8 hours of shuteye.
the headline was: "Japanese woman caught living in man's closet". Apparently a 58 year old homeless woman sneaked into a man's house and lived undetected in his closet for a year. a year. he became suspicious after he noticed that his food was mysteriously disappearing.
on the same page i clicked on a story about brad and angelina's new digs in the south of France. since they're having twins i guess they needed a little more room and bought a 1,000 acre chateau on the French Riviera. Further investigation showed that not only does this new pad have it's own lake, moat, vineyard and forest, but 35 bedrooms as well!
i'm thinking that my whole family and several of my closest friends could sleep in those closets for a year and be pretty comfortable. getting past security may be an issue. a better idea may be to hang out in the closet at their New Orleans or California houses while they're hanging out in France. With two new babies and a new mansion to deal with they'll be way too preoccupied to even think about their stateside cribs!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
this doesn't make cents
today i learned that it takes 7 cents to make a nickle.
the world is full of perplexing truths
and trivial realities....
and that is one reason why i find it endlessly fun to be alive.
my small challenge for the day was to try to fill up my gas tank without whining about it to my kids who were onboard at the time. i failed. sounding like a geiser i
couldn't hold back from telling them for the umpteenth time " i remember when gas was $1.00 a gallon".
meanwhile my husband read an article in Reader's Digest (the large print edition pictured in my last blog entry which is given to me by one of my 80 year old customers when he's done with it, and i enjoy it lots because i don't need to use my reading glasses, (ironic that the large print editon therefore makes me feel younger)...anyways Paul read an article about this guy that is obsessed with squeezing every last mile out of a gallon of gas. he gives out specific guidelines for doing just that which Paul has completely taken to heart. He is experimenting with our Toyota which i can no longer drive until his experiment is over. the guy in the article got 30mpg out of his wive's SUV.
my new pal, head of marketing at Chrysler emailed me to see if i had heard about the new jeep incentives..($2.99/gallon for 3 years..or 700 gallons /year)...
she also wanted to wish me luck and contact her if i get on deal or no deal so she can cheer for me. gotta love her..
speaking of cheering..go David Archuletta!
the world is full of perplexing truths
and trivial realities....
and that is one reason why i find it endlessly fun to be alive.
my small challenge for the day was to try to fill up my gas tank without whining about it to my kids who were onboard at the time. i failed. sounding like a geiser i
couldn't hold back from telling them for the umpteenth time " i remember when gas was $1.00 a gallon".
meanwhile my husband read an article in Reader's Digest (the large print edition pictured in my last blog entry which is given to me by one of my 80 year old customers when he's done with it, and i enjoy it lots because i don't need to use my reading glasses, (ironic that the large print editon therefore makes me feel younger)...anyways Paul read an article about this guy that is obsessed with squeezing every last mile out of a gallon of gas. he gives out specific guidelines for doing just that which Paul has completely taken to heart. He is experimenting with our Toyota which i can no longer drive until his experiment is over. the guy in the article got 30mpg out of his wive's SUV.
my new pal, head of marketing at Chrysler emailed me to see if i had heard about the new jeep incentives..($2.99/gallon for 3 years..or 700 gallons /year)...
she also wanted to wish me luck and contact her if i get on deal or no deal so she can cheer for me. gotta love her..
speaking of cheering..go David Archuletta!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
life's simple pleasures, just add guilt
seems like a lot of the stuff that brings me joy, these days also induces guilt.
summer of 1977..slammed on a bikini, grabbed a beach towel, slathered on the baby oil, cranked up the radio...bingo...heaven.
now the sun is a double edged sword, not enough means too little vitamin D, too much
means skin cancer..(come to think of it the baby oil in '77 probably already did irreversible damage).
chocolate, up until recently, a daily staple of my diet, and a great source of comfort to me, now is a no-no because it causes reflux!!!
and reading magazines, (i have always been a mag-hag), has become an un-green activity...trees are killed, landfills filled.
guess that leaves blogging...(am i wasting electricity?) green guilt abounds.
oh yeah, and did i mention the SUV i've fallen in love with?
15 miles per gallon..............
that's enough to take the joy right out of my joyride....
think it's time to read my mags on a blanket in the sun with a bag of chocolate
and some Prilosec while dreaming of my Jeep.
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