Bang!...

 The renewed old adage 'hindsight is 20/20' is being tossed around with a more appropriate and deeper meaning than ever.  Seeing 2020 in the rearview mirror will be a great vision on the road to 2021, where certainly life will not present such crazy challenges-good and bad.

So what have I learned?  

Obviously, life is precious and can take an unexpected turn at any moment.  A perfectly healthy guy can be felled and fight for his life in a blink.  But, you readjust your vision and make it all work. (P.S.  Randy is home and working on his rehab!) xo

I can cook.  Everyday.  It's no secret that Randy and I are professional 'diners' and love our culinary experiences.  Slaving over a hot stove is not really my gig, but I'm getting used to it.  The soup and other goodies from and friends and neighbors are much appreciated and gives Randy a taste for the 'good stuff!'

Without the distraction of social events, life actually seems less stressful.  As an admitted 'commitment phobe'  this bodes well for me with the exception of family and a few close friends.  I love to be home-and would not mind if I could just go out to eat, and see friends, and comfortably shop....and then go home!  tee hee...

That I am actually even lazier than I first thought.  I have all day to accomplish tasks and STILL have a hard time gettin' 'er done.  Sheesh!  No urgency=no big effort.  I do better on a fixed routine and all this time available boggles me.  Oh, well.. I'll get around to the 'stuff....sometime..maybe...

I refuse to accept that this life style is 'our new normal.'  No freakin' way!  I am looking forward to 2021, where I can life spontaneously,  DINE out like the indulgent chub that I am, get stressed by overcommitting to things, and actually get shit done!  

Look out 2021-I'm comin' for ya!  XO

Afterglow...

As I dressed up for the cold and made my way out the door, the last thing I heard was my Mom yell, "Be careful-it wouldn't be a very good time to break a hip!" Very sage advice and can someone please tell me when it WOULD be a good time for said injury?  But with Randy coming home soon, it probably wouldn't be a real convenient situation! 

 
When was the last time you bundled up and trudged up a big hill dragging a sled?  On a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, 'the cousins' and I embraced the fresh air and headed to the legendary Manning Hill.  It was a true winter wonderland with about 10 inches of snow blanketing everything.  Hours were spent with the kids flying down the hill with shriek's of fear and joy.  And then running-yes running to the top to do it all over again. 

 As we wound up the sledding and made our way to the cars, the kids decided to make a snowman and then have a snowball fight.  I felt like we were in a Pure Michigan commercial!  With wet mittens and rosy cheeks, we finally packed it in.

Thanks to Brian, Carter, Lila, Nikki, Emily, Ethan and Evan for all the fun. What an amazing and total escape; stress and worry be gone!  I got back to Mom's all relaxed and grateful for the time spent with the kids. 

 And I am happy to report that both of my hips are intact! Mother (still) knows best! XOXO

Hope for Love...

 Hello Dollfriends!  How happy are we?  After 5 long weeks, I was granted a visit to Randy.  We had a meeting and I got to meet one of his docs.  We had a lot of information threw at us but afterwards the nurses/angels graciously 'looked the other way' and I was permitted to stay an extra hour.  I can't tell you how reassuring it was to actually see him and note the clear eyes and great skin color.  It was a very cool thing.

In other news-did you hear that Taylor Swift gifted a local Harrison Twp. woman $13,000.00?!  Taylor read about this woman who lost her job plus had a baby that had a collapsed lung.  What an amazingly generous thing!  Years ago, I saw Taylor in concert and I can tell you that she is a very inspiring young woman.  Classy all the way, with costumes that cover her parts and lyrics that you could sing to your mother.  She also is very supportive and encouraging of individuality and 'girl power!'  I loved her message that night and now I love her message of hope for this family.

Hope is what I am feeling for Randy and for our future as he pushes forward with his recovery.  I am reminded of one of my very favorite quotes that I read over and over in times when I am searching for some comfort.

'Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all."             Emily Dickinson

Be like That...

 So how are we all surviving yet another lockdown extension?  As you can imagine, I spend most of my days answering texts and phone calls regarding Randy's health.  I also get two precious face time calls from him a day.  It is such a comfort to hear his voice and see his face.  It's tortuous to not see him and talk to his docs in person.   But that's the world we live in right now...sigh...

In an attempt to NOT indulge in ordering clothes and shoes with nowhere to wear them, I have been reading and watching more boob tube than I ever have in my life! The tv that is-I've always been a maniacal reader.  In case anyone is interested, here's some great and mind-numbing escapes I've been enjoying.

Books that I've devoured include:

Black and Blue by Anna Quindlen

Girls in the Garden by Lisa Jewell

Outer Banks by Ann Rivers Siddons

Blue Shoe by Ann Lamott

The Truth about Melody Browne by Lisa Jewell (love her!)

Fifty Words for Rain by Asha Lemmie

I have many more, but you get the idea!

As for the telly, I have binged soooo many!  I loved 'Undone,' as well as  'Sharp Objects.'  I surprisingly like 'Yellowstone,' which is odd because I usually despise masculine westerns.  Having read the book-(and I've almost always 'read the book!')- I also enjoyed the controversial 'Hillybilly Elegy.'  I was mesmerized by the series, (I also had read the book!)  'Unorthodox.'  Highly recommend and now I am fascinated with Hasidic Jewish culture.

Today I will give my eyeballs a break as dollfriend Shanny is coming over to hang out.  Shannonigans will ensue and my eyes will be relieved of strain; however my jaws are sure to get a workout.  

Please continue prayers for support of Randy.  He will be in intensive lung therapy as he works through his healing.  Luv to you all.   XO

Breath of Love...

 As the days meld together, I realize that it's Tuesday!  Night!  With this 'groundhog's day' situation we are living, it's easy to lose track of time.  So, here I come with my weekly musing...

Thanksgiving has come and gone and as different as it was-it was still wonderful.  Kristin pulled out all the stops for the traditional family dinner.  It was a very special day- thank you again, Girl!

And it snowed! Well, it IS December in Michigan.  For the past month, we have been having the exterior of our house painted and the guys got it done just in time!  It looks so refreshed, especially with the snowfall.  What a job to finally get handled.  Thank you Dennis and Roy for your meticulous and caring work.  I appreciate your dedication to our project.

Randy is still recovering and working on getting his lungs stronger.  I am not adjusting well to over three weeks alone.  I have binge-watched many series while eating popcorn or peanuts and wine for dinner.  With all the time in the world, I am motivated to do very little.  Much time is spent answering calls and texts regarding Randy's progress.  Hazel can be found wandering room to room looking for and yelling for Randy.  We are two lonesome girls!  Thank you all for the continuing love, support and prayer.  One breath at a time, Babe.

Let's hope December brings with it all good things.  Peace and luv.  XO

 

Wake up Everybody...

 As Thanksgiving approaches, I am struck at how different this year will be.  I realize the whole world is upside down now.  And mine certainly is!  Usually, Randy and I bomb up north for our annual family celebration with my side of the family.  Lisa and Steve always host a day that is everything Thanksgiving should be.

This year things are odd...Randy is still hospitalized and fighting as hard as he can with the Covid virus. I am muddling along trying to find meaning in every day.  The fear and concern I have for him is physically paralyzing, making it hard to concentrate on anything.  Nothing is the same and I pray fervently that he gets well soon.  My life is nothing without him.

But, I am thankful. Friends and family have been so supportive-with texts, calls, cards and messages.  Prayers and thoughts, love and support are the things that get me through my days (daze!).   I am also very thankful for the doctors and nurses for their professional and dedicated care for Randy.  And for 'face time' which allows me two short visits every day-since live visits are not available at this time.   

All those annoying idioms are haunting me...'it is what it is.' 'What will be will be.'  And 'the best is yet to come.'  And the most important on that is ringing true for me is, 'When you have your health, you have everything!'  Stay healthy and have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

P.S.  Happy Birthday to my Mom!  We will celebrate together soon.  XO

The Warrior...

 1992 when Patti Smythe and Scandal broke the airwaves with their hit song, "The Warrior,"  I quickly and utterly identified with it.  The driving beat along with the 'take no prisoners' lyrics struck me to the core.  It is my song.  I have it on every playlist.  When I used to run, it was my rhythm.  To this day, it is my meditation mantra.

So, when my friend Wayne came up to me at the gym and said, 'What does that mean to you?'-I had to think for a moment.  Of course it has nothing to do with physical fighting or war.  It's more of a personal reminder to fight for myself.  Fight for my beliefs, fight for my rights, (hey! that's another song!) and fight for order, peace, justice, comfort and love in my life.  Advocating for myself and my family.  I am a supporter and warrior for these things.  I also have a tank that says, 'peaceful warrior' which even explains my mindset further.  

The sign in my dressing room above my vanity reads, 'I am a warrior.'  I remind myself daily to fight the good fight for the things I can control while ignoring the rest.  I put on my war paint, take a deep breath and forge on.

These days, I am praying and and 'warring' hard for Randy.  He is making progress and has a wonderful team of medical warriors on his side.  And he is fighting hard.  Your support means so much to us.  And to my wonderful 'prayer warriors,' please keep it up.  

Life is precious-fight for what is important to you.  XO

Believe...

 Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you for your support, love and prayers during this very scary time.  Your support is everything.  Please keep Randy in your every prayer as he continues to struggle to get well.  Sending him positive vibes and white light for his recovery.  See you next week when hopefully our world will be on a more even axis.

  We love you all.  XO

The Politics of Dancing...

 The regularly scheduled posting today will be interrupted for this very urgent message:

It’s Election Day-get your fuzzy little butt out and vote!  We’ll see you next week for a dose of Jspot frivolity and nonsense.   Have a pawsome week!   XO

Anna Sun...

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As a lover of art-as well you all know, there are certain pieces that simply call your name.  Speak to you in a way that invokes memories of times, places and events.  A visual aid to your past and maybe your present or maybe just total fantasy and escapism.

Haunting galleries and discovering pieces is a hobby of Randy and mine, and from this, I have learned

the true meaning of 'art appreciation.'  I am perfectly content to admire, celebrate and dream about art without actually having to own it.

Years ago while slogging thru one of our favorite galleries, we came upon an exhibit by the exquisite Anna Sweet in her gallery by the same name.  A particular series of her work simply stunned us and we spent time questioning her process and viewing her 'Babe' series.  The group of ethereal women in water simply enthralled us.  We had a hard time choosing our favorite-they were all so spectacular.  We have visited the 'Babes' a number of times and dreamed that someday the time would be right for us to to own one.

Well, someday was Friday.  Randy decided that 27.5 years of togetherness was a perfectly good reason to indulge me and celebrate our love.   And behold. 'Tess' is on my wall-all 40"x60" of her!  And I love it.(her!)  In addition,  I also got a personal video from Anna herself congratulating and thanking us, which was thrillingly special.

Thank you to Anna for sharing your vision.  And to Randy, for years of happiness and surprises. You are THE gift and I love you.  XO

P.S.  Remember, Earth without ART is just Eh...!

Shangri-La

 At the last gasp of summer, on an evening beach walk, we stopped to check out this fort.  No, it was not a scene from 'Naked and Afraid,' but our neighbor kid's 'secret' fort.  There was no doubt that this was the work of Mason and Ray!  These kids are incredible and I love seeing them on the beach.  Both boys are tanned to a nut brown color that perfectly contrasts their wild, white blond hair that is sometime held in a bandana.   Athletic and fit, I see them running sometimes with a spear or torch-like thing in hand, deeply involved in some imaginative game.  The boys are natural on their kayaks. They fish from shore and hunt small game.  Both are artists and collect beach treasures for their various projects.   Barefoot and clad only in board shorts, these kids are the perfect picture of health, imagination, and charm.   

Did I say charm?  Oh yes, I did.  Anytime I happen upon them, they are always so polite to me.  "Hello, Miss Jodi!  How are you?  Are you finding any cool beach glass?"  They patiently answer any question I may pose about their adventures. I wish I had snapped a pic of them because they are adorable.  

Kudos to Hal and Denise for parenting these inspirational boys-they are the best kind of 'reality show!"  Thank you for sharing them.  See y'all on the beach. xo 

Eruption...

I just hate that Eddie Van Halen is no longer in this world.

As an old fan, I fell in love with his raw, hard driving talent.  MTV delighted me to no end with the entertaining videos that the boys provided.  The campiness of David Lee Roth plus his blatant playful sexuality made you happy to be alive.  And all the while, there was Eddie in the background, tearing it up.  Amazing.  Then, when Sammy Hagar fronted the band, I was stoked.  I have loved Sammy since the 'Three Lock Box' days and his gorgeous vocals were just what the band needed.  The pairing of the band and Sammy were perfection.  And again, there was Eddie shredding away.  More amazing.

So as I drove up to Ossineke this weekend, I was on sensory overload.  Sirius radio provided the perfect auditory accompaniment.  Van Halen radio was my jam as I sipped my Timmy iced coffee and admired the gorgeous fall leaf colors.  I never cease to be amazed at the beauty that Mother Nature (and God!) provides.  Three and a half hours flew by in a sweet flashback.

How can Eddie be gone?  Isn't he 35 years old with wild big hair and spandex-like me?  How has the time slipped by when we feel the same way now as we did then?  As I face the reality of aging and our mortality, I can thank Eddie and the boys for providing the soundtrack to many good times.  I only have to listen to trigger the memories.

R.I.P. Eddie and thank you for sharing your talent.  Your music and memory will live on.  XOXO

 

Eye of the Tiger...

 When I worked at my brother-in-law at his dental practice regularly patients would express their hate/discomfort and fear of their appointment.  But I've never minded.  Headphones, televisions, and overall good oral health makes it pretty painless for me.  And the bubble gum flavored tooth polish helps!

Doctors appointments for me usually are reason for a diagnosis or medications so if my doc isn't running an hour behind, again, I don't really mind.

Mammograms?  Never pleasant, but my girl does the whole thing in five minutes.  Bonus points for speed alone.

But last week, I had the dreaded, the once a year, dragmeinbythehairofmyhead-Eye Doctor Appointment....Yep, that's the one I dislike the most. 

There's the forms that I fill out with exactly the same info as last year.  I then am escorted to the chair where again, all info is gone over.  Same meds, same address, same insurance.  He then trots me out to measure my eyeballs.  Umm..okay.  We shuffle across the aisle where that machine blows a puff of air into my eyes, and I hate that!  Dilation is next making me look like an anime character.  

Finally the doc comes in and does his A or B.  B or C.  For about 50 times.  Then off to the contact person who does another check with and without my contacts.  (Didn't we just do that across the hall?)  At last the fun part happens.  I sit and wait until a consultant is available.  We try on a variety of styles-none of which look good.  We settle on a pair and then the pricing procedure takes place.  He tallies the damage and informs me of my 'portion.'  I slap down my plastic and await my receipt.

Two full hours later with my patience down and my hunger up, I reward myself with my guilty pleasure-Del Taco.  A bean burrito and strawberry lemonade and I'm good for another year. Gracias a Dios!

You Time...

 

So, it's officially fall. Yes, marked by the equinox on September 22-summer is over.  Kristin and I (aka The River Queens!)  managed to sneak in a river boat cruise and dinner.  Warm was the breeze, flat was the water and cold were our cocktails.  Our captain and first mate took care of all the details allowing us to  kick back and admire the start of the fall leaf color while catching up on our news.   We recently resumed our mornings at the gym, so things are starting to feel 'normal.'  

In these awful, uncertain times it's nice to know that one thing is for certain: the universe could rain locusts and frogs while the trumpet sounds and the seven horses of the apocalypse could come thundering in...BUT...the friendship of the 'River Queens' and their amazing ability to NEVER run out of things to talk about will remain the same.  It's a gosh darn fact-a true enigma!

O cabin boys...we need more ice..    Happy Fall y'all! xo

Baby, Baby...

 Aren't my niece and nephew adorable?  And in October, baby will make three!

On Sunday, I attended my first Zoom baby shower for my niece Lindsey and her husby Joe. They live in Denver, so even without Covid, attending a live event would be hard.  So family and friends gathered on Sunday, online, to fete the expecting couple.  A thoughtful package arrived last week with wine, and snacks designed to be had at the 'shower.'  So I gathered my goodies and booted up with the rest of the guests.  It was so cool to join everyone to see Lindsey open her gifts, show off her nursery as well as her growing belly.  We even played a little game!  Joe patiently endured....

As much as I hate the 'new normal,' and the 'we are all in this together' stuff, I get it...We certainly can't have Linds trying to deliver with a mask on!  

 If all goes as I'VE planned,  Baby Boy will arrive on Halloween and weigh eight pounds and eight ounces.  That's my entry for the game and I want to win that Zingerman's gift basket!  Treats for great Auntie Jodi!

Congrats to Lindsey and Joe and I love you and can't wait to meet my new grand nephew!  Go Blue!  XOXO

P.S. Kudo's to Laurel and Lisa, the hostesses with the mostesses!  Y'all killed it!  xo

That's Amore'....

 Last night we hauled our cookies out to Armada! for a dinner date with friends that we haven't seen in a long while.  Life just somehow gets in the way of friendships but they reached out to us to keep it alive.  Hugs.

We entered down a long, tree lined driveway to a house that is anyone's dream.  Not just because it is amazing and filled with unique pieces, but because it is filled with love.  This warm home was built solely with a family in mind.  And that's the best 'design.'

The children greeted us in the familial Italian way with hugs and kisses and the Mr. and Mrs.  They were sweet, darling and engaged with us in indulgent conversation.  The wine and food were succulent as I knew it would be.  Roseann is the ultimate chef and dinner hostess and we ate-and drank until stuffed.  She also sent me out with a generous carryout that I can't wait to tuck into.  

I loved catching up with the Strong Patriarch, The R.N. Matriarch, The Bookworm!, The Lover, The Student and The Golfer.  And the Doodle doggo-can't forget him!  The respect, warmth and love of this family was as tangible and strong as the garlic in our delicious mussels.

Big thanks to the Cipriano's for sharing their world with us.  You all are amazing and remind me of all of life's best things.

Love and friendship forever.  XOXO

As I Wander...

 Is the universe trying to tell me something?  Dream along with me...

On a single day during two separate beach walks, I happened upon not one, but two dolls that I rescued from the waves.  What on earth?

To start with, one doll is a blond mermaid-Me, and the other is a wild haired redhead-my sister, Lisa!  Now I don't know if there is some odd doll symbolism I don't know about, but you must admit that this is a strange thing.  If you, DO know of a cosmic reason that explains two dolls that look like my sister and I, appearing in my path-please let me know!

As a child, other that a brief Barbie faze, I did not really play with dolls.  I loved her clothes but the real fun was creating her 'car' from a Kleenex box or her 'condo' from a larger box.  Since her body was rubber and rather sticky and hard to dress, you could see my Barbie driving her custom Kleenex box car dressed only in spike heeled slides and a feather boa. Clearly, the creative part of playing was my gig.

So, I wonder....Anscestry.com has my DNA on file so if  by chance there is a granddaughter or maybe another sister searching for me, there is a chance that they can find me.  Maybe she is currently sailing over from Norway, trying to find me.  What if!!

Have a dreamy fall, y'all. XO

Goodnight Sweetheart...

 Yesterday morning while on a beachwalk, I saw an orange leaf.  There was a nip in the air and I had to grab a sweatshirt. Yep, in the usual fashion, Memorial Day to Labor Day has sped by in a minute.  What's that saying?  The days are slow (thank God!) but the years are fast.  No complaints though, as the weather the past months were nothing short of perfection.  Our first summer in the new beachhouse was just as we imagined-sundrenched and lazy.  Fall will find me in the hammock with a blanket and a book, watching more leaves change color.

Last night we were treated to dinner at Vivienne's house.  No world stress, as we created a stepping stone for her garden.  We took baby brother to the swing set and watched his little face light up with glee as he sailed through the air.  We colored with some new-fangled (to me anyways) paint crayons and were pleased with our masterpieces.  After our dinner, bedtime hugs and kisses gave way to Vivi's dreams of kindergarten, which starts today. 

Thank you to Tom, Kara, Vivienne and Sebastien for the wonderful evening.  But especially Vivi who schooled me in living in the moment.  Through the eyes of a child, you get to be the most creative, the most athletic and the most artistic.  And I dare someone to tell us differently!  

P.S.  Shout out to birthday wishes to two of the best-Dayna and Gayle.  Have a day as wonderful as you are with all the good 'feels.'  XOXO 

Only a Shadow...

 

 I have never been a 'joiner.'  Other than the gym, I cannot seem to commit to a club or organization or even a class-long term.  I remember in High School loving to ski with the group once a week all winter, BUT I just couldn't get on the bus and join the others.  What if I didn't feel like it that week?  Who do I have to excuse to?  So, I forfeited the group discount and drove myself to the hill and met up with the gang.  My timing, my control.  And if I didn't feel like conditions weren't good enough for me to doll up and go, I could stay home and sip my hot chocolate.

I once took a tile making class put on by Pewabic Pottery.  I have long admired their work and was very excited to learn how to make tiles.  BUT...every Thursday afternoon, I would get a sick feeling in my stomach and dread going.  The ridiculous thing about it is, that I loved doing it-just hated the 8 week commitment.  

I also joined Families Against Narcotics a few years ago.  I stated right up front that although I loved the work they were doing, I wasn't sure I could commit to all the meetings.  I did for a few years, but now I am way happier in the background, doing things on my own time table.   So much more comfortable for me.

When I mentioned this feeling  to my therapist, she informed me that my fear of commitment is actually a bit of anxiety.  What??  Fear of going to do the things that I love.  Now that's screwed up!

So my big news is that I've joined a book club. Online!  How perfectly perfect!  All the fun without the commitment. No tummy aches as I click on whenever I'm ready. Thank you Allison, for the push I needed.

Now if I could just follow through and commit to those white strips!  (baby steps, baby steps!)  XOXO

Beachin'

 The first annual (we hope!) Dale/Adams Beach Bash happened on this past Saturday.  Three car and truck loads of Adams' came rollin' down the hill to set up for the day.  And what a day it was!  Out came the coolers and lawn chairs, the beach games and the Maui Mat.  The wave runners were launched and ready to play.  The stereo was set up. Beer and snacks found their way to coozies and bowls. 

And what a bash it was!  The waves settled down and the sky was a gorgeous blue.  Lake Huron has never been warmer-thank goodness or you wouldn't have found galpal Shannon and I floating on the Maui Mat!  After a long, sun drenched day, we feasted on pulled pork sliders with coleslaw, cowboy beans and cheesy potatoes.  And hot, gooey double chocolate brownies.

The day ended with sunkissed skin and the bonds of friendship being even further strengthened.  Such a sweet way to de-stress, decompress and enjoy simple things like sun, water, sand, food and drink, and good company.  

The beach is and will always be my medicine, my meditation as well as my happy place.  Thanks to the Adams family for bringing the party.  Y'all are the BEST!  XO

You Sad...

 Often, here at the jspot, I try to keep thinks frivolous and fun....BUT lately, I am finding it very difficult to stay positive while the negativity is rampant!

I am complying with the mask thing-but I honestly hate it.  I also hate how every day more doubts about the effectiveness comes to light.   Can I just hear some simple truth?  The numbers are just too subjective for me to believe.  It's a virus that will never go away.  Period.

I hate that our children will not be able to have a 'normal' educational experience.  We have created a culture of fear and robbed them of their carefree childhoods.  It's so sad.  It's awful that some of our favorite stores and restaurants will not survive.  Family businesses that will just be gone.  Depression, suicide, domestic violence, human trafficking, drug abuse-all by products of this situation.

I hate the rioting and looting and I don't care what the reason is for it.  Lives and people's livelihoods are ruined for no good reason.  Violence never solves anything and I can't believe this behavior that even an animal wouldn't do!  

I am sick to death of the political scene.  I believe the actual 'scene' is as it ever was but I hate that we cannot handle differences in opinions.  Name calling and ridiculing candidates is just bullying in it's basic form.  We all have different lives and different circumstances that make us choose our political affiliations.  And that's okay, but an we please just be respectful?  Golden rule applies once again!

Generally speaking, it seems that respect is an old fashioned notion.  No respect for anyone or anyone's property.  Judgement for everyone!  Division and entitlement!  Self-righteousness and indignation!  

And I HATE it.  Please, if you do not have anything constructive to say-please shut up.  You know what they say about opinions!  Be kind during these trying times.  XOXO

Freestyle...

As a high school student, I specialized in Art and Physical Education.  Shock, right!  I took every available class in both subjects from pottery to square dancing.  And I loved it.  I once did a mixed media piece that hung in the art department for years-one of my crowning life achievements.  I was passable in all artistic endeavors but not really outstanding in any of them.  I still have and art and craft supply cache with everything from oils and canvas to mosaics and clay.  I love to create-even if it's mediocre.  It provides a mindless escape.  That said, it's not too much of a stretch that I also love to paint walls and change mine up often.  On vacation, I haunt the galleries and admire all the fabulous and varied art and am always inspired by the vision and talent. 

  Sooo...this giant lead up and bit of history brings me to this past weekend when brother-in-law extraordinaire Mark needed his hunting blind painted. I was all in.  What else would I be doing on a hot August day?  The above pic shows me about to detail what I hope looks like an autumn sky in a heavily wooded area.  It was so satisfying and I loved it!  Most importantly, Mark was satisfied!

Lately I've been interested in taking an art appreciation course.  (Online of course-I have serious commitment issues!)  And I wish I could make what I see in my mind translate better to my canvas, but until then I'll just be happy painting walls and the random hunting blind.  

Happy August, Dollfriends and remember Earth without 'art' is just eh!   XOXO

Exile...

Hello my Darlings!

 Greeting from an on-the-mend (finally!) jspot!  As the 3 week time period approaches, I am at last feeling better.  It was total insult to injury to be sick during this gorgeous July weather.  But, I tried to do my best to make the best of the situation.  Above pic shows me on my birthday where I struggled to drink ONE glass of sangria.  Shudder!!!

While being sick, I caught the Jeffrey Epstein documentary as well as the Aaron Hernandez and the docu of Athlete A.  I heartily recommend all three.  The psychology of the people involved are fascinating to me and if I wasn't such an unmotivated bubblehead, I would have studied Psych in college.  Until then, I'll read, watch the telly and educate myself.

And since I'm usually late (fashionably, of course!) to the party, I have finally got into watching 'Orange is the New Black'.  Yes, the series of which came out in 2013 is now my 'party.'  I read the book when it first came out, but stubbornly refused to catch the series.  The book is ALWAYS better-right?  It's the perfect escapism, when you can't escape your house!

Consequently, July has been a blur for me.  As August approaches, I plan to catch up on the list of things I made while convalescing.  Or not...

One thing for sure; I will get back to Angelina's to enjoy a glass of that delicious sangria.  Or two!

P.S.  This virus is very contagious,  superniece Nicole, is still struggling after 9 days and Randy came down with it on Saturday.  EWWWWWwwwwwww.........

Gaslighter...

So how is July finding everyone?  Mask on and mask off!  I have complied and washed my hands incessantly, so after having stomach pains for a week, I landed in the hospital for numerous tests to determine the origin of the pain.  And to just check to make sure no unnecessary organs haven't blown up. 

So from 4 p.m. till 12.30 a.m. I was held hostage in a chilly room with a paper robe and sheet.  I was wheeled off 3 separate times for tests and was made to drink two glasses of some weird stuff.  I was pumped full of liquids for my dehydration.

The findings-no faulty organs and no corona virus; but one that is just as uncomfortable.  It was finally determined that I have a bacterial food poisoning issue.  I was given a script to help with the cramps and sent out into the night.  There is no meds that will 'cure' it and lots of water is all I can do.  Follow a boring, bland diet when you have to eat.  But you won't feel like it.  In 10-14 days I should be fine.

And....it's contagious!  My poor niece Nicole is currently going thru the same symptoms.  So, even with caution, I have contracted a random virus and passed it along.  So much for all the hype regarding 'safety.'  Take it for what it's worth.

Stay healthy and avoid all nasty viruses! 
   

Baby Love...

In a Saturday snugglefest with baby extraordinaire, Sebastien I had a few relevations...
How great is it to be a baby!  They soooooo have it made. 

Pot bellies and thighs rolls are adorable and worshiped as the cutest things ever.  The smell of bath and peanut butter is perfection.  A smile coaxed from a baby is something worth cheering about. His head on your shoulder or foot on your leg is heart melting. 

He is not judged for anything nor does he judge.  His opinions are simple and necessary for basic survival.  He naps at will.  His world is filled with comfort and love with no expectations other to grow and be healthy and happy. 

Nice gig if you can get it.
Thank you Sebastien for the snuggles, smiles and hugs.  We love you.  XO

Three Lock Box...

Enjoying an extendo July 04 weekend at the beach house where the chicks are smiling and the Internet is spotty.

Tres amigos and our boys had an amazing day on the water, enjoying this perfect summer weather.

Life is good-that's all.  See you all next week while my internet struggles will br resolved.  Hopefully.    Have a wonderful week.  XO

Doggie Style...

What's your dream?  I'm pretty sure the dude in Pretty Woman wasn't thinking THIS would be the answer...

As a maniacal, obsessive big dog lover, I almost passed out with wonder and excitement, when I spotted a car with eight, yes 8, large dogs.  Jockeyin' for window position, were the most amazing dream I could have ever imagine.  Our truck was barely in 'park' when I bailed and ran over to meet those adorable babies that were patiently waiting for their owner to come out of the party store.  With total abandonment and no fear of being bit, I loved on the dogs.  I got many kisses and head butts for more petting.  Soon, their owner appeared and spilled the tea on life with 8 large dogs.  It is a big job, DUHHHH, with big rewards.  Some of the dogs (2) are blind from interbreeding, one has a blue dyed mohawk and another has a blue afro!  All of them love to swim and go everyday.  They have been patiently re-socialized and are very loving.  Needless to say, I was in doggie heaven!

I miss having a dog.  (RIP Mickey!)  Our life just involves too much travel to properly dedicate the time for a dog-hence, Hazel Theoneyedwondercat.  In another life, I will have a farm with a million animals. You know, the kind of farm where you do absolutely no work at all aside from getting dog, cat, goat, cow, emu, lamb, horse, etc. pets and kisses!  My idea of heaven.

Sigh....a girl can dream right?

Bleached Wavves...

Seas the day.  Seize the day!  Grab that carpe by the diem and ride that fabulous wave all day!

Yesterday, I faced a day at the beach, all alone, and decided to make the very best of it. Why not take the opportunity to relax and do whatever I feel like?  After sleeping in, for breakfast, I enjoyed a bowl of strawberry shortcake with my coffee.  What a perfect indulgence.  Yep, I ate like no one was watching; cuz no one was!  (extra whipped cream, please!)  I took a long beach walk and took my time exploring the ever changing shoreline.  I sat in the warm sand and watched some seagulls diving thru the waves enjoying the fish carcass buffet that Randy thoughtfully left them.  In the midst of the cacophony, our stunning resident eagle swooped in to seize his portion of the goodies. 

I then moved to the hammock to read and grab a siesta.  Can we just talk about the perfect beach read?  Curl up with '28 Summers' by Elin Hilderbrand and get lost in the perfection of Nantucket, gourmet food and romantic, new love.  It's an easy read with her usual intoxicating descriptions, detailed characters and storyline.  My mouth literally watered as the main character romped thru her life.  It's escapism at it's very best and was the perfect lead in to my snooze. 

The day ended sandy and sunkissed and somehow, still sleepy. 

Do you 'seas the day?'  If not, I highly recommend it!  XO

Make it Rain...

'Do your own landscaping' they said.  "It'll be fun' they said.....

So I tackled the job and it was decidedly NOT fun.  Satisfying? Sorta.  My sister, Lisa was generous enough to supply me with 17 grasses she grew especially for the beachhouse.  Last weekend I busted my back weeding the area to get it ready for the action.  So when the 21! yards of topsoil was delivered, I had my little shovel ready to go.  Wait-21 yards?  Brother in law, Mark to the rescue!  His Kubota tractor, once again saved the day!  Now the fun began.

I dug through stones, concrete chunks, tree roots and lots of clay to get the holes ready.  I lugged 10 bags of potting soil and peat moss.  I wrangled the hose that kept kinking on me.  I slipped (numerous times!) in the clay.  I was splashed with muddy water and frightened by big worms.  But I got 'er done-and guess what?  It WAS satisfying-even more so after a shower and a big glass of the grape.

 I'm actually proud of my job and can't wait to see how the area fills in!  Thanks Lisa and Mark for your support.

See you next week when hopefully I'll be back to some measure of glamour and frivolity.
Have a wonderful week-it's officially summer! XO

Good Day Sunshine...

Hello darlings!  Some thoughts on this sunny morning...

I am feeling generally positive(ish) today.  As most of you know,  June fifth and sixth are the hardest and worst two days of the year for me.  I struggle with emotions and well, a little self pity.  Dane's angel date as well as his birthday are a double hit for me.  Although I think of him every day-these days hit me very hard.  In addition to just plain being lonely for him, I can't help but project on what could have been.  I blink back tears as I see others enjoying their children and grandchildren while mourning that loss also.  It doesn't get easier or fade away.  But, life must go on as I live the reality I never expected to. 

This year I was happy to be up north and surrounded by the love and support of my Mom and brother and sister.  They share my grief and understand my sorrow.  Family is truly all that is important in this crazy life we live.  And I love them all very much.

But it's a new day and my roses and irises are in bloom.  I am motivated to to enjoy the sunshine and look to brighter days.

P.S.  Thank you to all of you who took a minute to reach out to me on Dane's days.  It truly helps me to get through the pain.  Love to you all from him and me. xoxo

Make it Better...

What is there left to say?  It's simple really... So why can't we get it right? 

Simple respect, compassion and kindness.  Let's do this.

Only in America...

Happy Memorial Day!  Allow me the honor of thanking the brave veteran's for all service yesterday, today and in the future.  Your bravery has allowed me the freedom to live the life I choose.  You have my respect and gratitude.  XO

4 Broken Hearts....

Saltwater Thrills magazine-here I come!  Check out the permit I landed while out on the high seas  with Captain Doug.  It was a thrilling fight that taxed my flabby biceps to the max.

Anyone who knows me, is familiar with my usual boat participation.  I am a very weak first mate to the captain and truly are just along for the ride.  The moment I get sunscreened, a towel under me, an icy drink in the cupholder and my nose in my book I hear,  'Can you get me a beer?  And a coozy.  Can you get up and watch for the pinfish trap?  Hand me the gaff.  Press the GPS twice, will ya?'  Grrrrrr....rrrr leave me to my relaxin'-I'm at a really good part of the story.

 I came to chill, eat some snacks and spot porpoises and turtles, get a tan and read.  But when we got into a mess of permit and I was the only one that hadn't landed one, (or even assisted in landing one) it was my turn to make the day a perfect permit 4 for 4.  This little beauty put up a gallant effort and ran on me four or five times.  With burning biceps, I finally landed her, posed for the pick and resumed my position.  I admit it was fun, but I do not consider me a passionate fisherwoman.

Now a stop at the Lorelie for happy (3) hours, or a sunset viewing or even a day the sandbar-I can totally be counted on for full participation.

Hey, ya can't be good at everything, right?  A girl's got to know her limitations!

Have a great week and cross your fingers that Michigan opens soon! xo

P.S. Thank you Captain Doug and First Mate Monica for all the amazing fishing and fun we had on your beautiful boat.  Luv u!

Riders on the Storm....

Talk about the ultimate 'Conch Cruiser'!  As a Freshwater Conch, I took the opportunity to try out a true conch ride.  The Keys are rife with vehicles of the very colorful variety that look like they couldn't make it over the first bridge.  Cars with no doors, 25 year old baby yellow Caddies loaded with colorful stickers,  hand done paint jobs, 'custom convertibles' and tricked out bikes of every variety.  Conchs are very proud of their creativity and originality as well as the practicality of sporting a vehicle that will be salt eaten in no time.  I love the lack of pretentiousness! 

And speaking of rides.....Randy's big white truck has piloted Hazel and I to North Carolina where we will be crashing at our friends till Thursday before finally make our way home.  I am excited as usual to get back to a 'normal' routine-whatever that is these days.

Talk to you next week from MICHIGAN-where I hope four wheel drive will not be necessary!  XO

Six Feet Apart...

Anyone else feelin' a little crabby? 

Last week for the first time in 7 weeks, I masked up and went to Walgreens.  Randy has made all the Publix runs keeping my asthma afflicted lungs safe while supplying me enough Pinot to weather this nuttiness!   I was out of extra strength pit juice and deodorant is very essential in 90 degree temps- even if you are 6 feet away from me.   You would not believe (as I didn't!) my crazy reaction to be able to 'shop!'

Total sensory overload with a side of mania.  ALL the 'overs' flooded my system and woke up the dormant shopper in me.  I MUST PURCHASE THINGS!!!  Easter candy still left and at 70% off?  I'm in and I don't even like those bird egg things.  Wow, shark hand puppets.  I tried it on and did the Jaw's theme for a bit, causing a few knit eyebrows over their masks.  'Get out of my aisle you big old fun sponge'!  Hey, Walgreen clothes are kinda cute!  I should have purchased that floral muu muu.  With a belt, a hem job and a deeper cut neckline, it could have been a look.  If there would have been a matching turban, I would have been all in for a little Mrs. Roper quarantine style!  Mercy me, Cheetos now makes popcorn?  Another perfect accessory for my muu muu-and the loud print will even hide my cheese dust! 

I finally made my way to the checkout counter where a very blase' cashier rang up my purchases.  She thanked me and told me to stay safe.  Safe from myself?  I was a total menace as I reveled in the feeling of normalcy-well, sort of normal.  But these are not normal times and desperate measures were called for! 

Later at home while 'whining' and eating crab claws, I once again reflected on how blessed I am to be healthy.  I hope you all are finding something to giggle about-it helps to ease the stress.  See you next week in Michigan.  Hopefully NOT 6 feet apart!  XOXO
P.S.  Thank you Luis for the crab claw hook up.  They were ahhhhhhmazing! xo
P.P.S.S.  I'm going back to Walgreens for that muu muu........

God, Family, Country...

Happy Birthday to my younger sister, Lisa!

 In a conversation this morning, I remarked how very unlucky it was to have a birthday fall on a Monday AND in quarantine-it doesn't get much worse than that!

However, I'll tell you what IS lucky.... Me.  I'm lucky.  Lucky to have a sister that is also a friend.  I can call her anytime for anything-and she is there.  Always a supportive sister, friend and also the best Aunt Dane could ever have.  Her and I also travel very well together, having lots of laughs and adventures.  While riding camels in the desert or sharing a dessert, we are the ones having the most fun.   An expert chef and horticulturist, Lisa is currently growing me some cool plants for the beach house.  She loves to make fun of my driving (in)ability as well as other dumb things I do.  But it's okay, cuz it comes from a place of love.

Hope your day turns out to be a special one-you deserve it.  Looking forward to more good times.
We love you, Girl!   XOXO

Sunday Drive...

 

Quads are sexxy and I don't mean that area on the front of my legs!  On Sunday I was one lucky girl that had the pleasure of crewing on a boat that was on a sailfish hunt.  We saw two sea turtles mating, and then separating when they saw us.  A case of 'tortoise interruptus' on the high seas!  After spotting two sails, we hooked the third and landed the beauty.  After pics and admiration, we safely released the fish.  We also were treated to a pod of dolphins next to the boat and then playing in the prop wash.  Ahhhhhhhmazing!

Kicking in the four big boys, we zoomed to the sandbar where the regular  Sandbar Sunday festivities (with some distancing!) was carrying on as usual.  With water temps hovering around 85 degrees, swimming felt like bathing!  Shortly the gorgeous Keys sunset filled the sky with pastel beauty.

What a special day and it does not escape me how very fortunate I am to be here.  With the world experiencing this horrible crisis, it's nice to hold onto the things that are the same.  Sun, water, nature and sunsets.

I hope you can find pleasure and beauty and hang in there until 'normalcy' returns.  Prays and hope for all that are not as lucky as myself.  Stay safe and sane.  XO

Drink a Beer....

Kwaranteen Kwizz!

WHAT DO YOU DO TO ESCAPE THE NEGATIVITY?  Well, I am fortunate enough to be able to boat and fish and enjoy a beer while watching a seaside sunset.  (say that three times, fast!)

READ ANY GOOD BOOKS LATELY?  Averaging one every three days.  My Dark Vanessa was fascinating.

NEWS SOURCE? Tucker Carlson-of course.  I live in the logical world.

GUILTY PLEASURE?  Cat videos and I'm not the least bit guilty. (Shannon, did you see the one where the kitty.....blah, blah blah.....

IRREGULAR BEHAVIOR?  Watching Netflix with popcorn and wine at three in the afternoon!

NETFLIX SERIES?  Discovered what binge watching is with season 3 of Ozark.

BEST QUARANTINE MEMORY?  Landing a permit.  It's a fish-pic to follow soon!

BIGGEST HASSLE?  Cooking.  Why does he (Randy) always have to eat?!

WHAT DO YOU MISS THE MOST?  Dining out! See above question!

BIGGEST MENTAL DRAIN?  The lack of freedom and spontaneity.

DREAM QUARANTINE PARTNER(s)?  The Rock with a side of Jason Mamoa!  Hopefully they will not notice my 'quarantine beauty'-roots, uni-brow, 10 extra pounds, ratched pedicure.....

That's it.  BUT with all due respect to those that are truly suffering, dying, scared and lonely-I am truly sorry and hope this is behind us soon.  The seriousness of the  situation does not escape me and I do not wish to offend anyone. I bow to health care workers, doctors, nurses and all essential workers.  I realize that I am currently beyond privileged in my confinement.

 But you have to laugh a little, right?  These are some pretty surreal times and the Rock and Jason may be here any minute.  Hey, a girl can dream.....

Return to Zero...

In an effort to counteract my quarantine cravings, I decided to run to the post office, a mere mile away.  I'm not a very proficient runner but it seriously feels like the score is CARBS 10, JODI 0!   You may picture me striding gazelle-like, with the ocean on my left and the Keys breeze in my hair.  Graceful and athletic, ponytail bouncing, gliding effortlessly while the carbs (wines a carb, right?) just fall away.  Bemused smile on my face as I match the musical beat in my airpods, smugly wondering what all the unmotivated are doing today..

Let me tell you how it REALLY was.  Picture the Little Engine that Could.  I think I can, I think I can.  I plod along with no real technique under the blazing 87 degree sun without a hint of a breeze.  My sea hag hair, sweaty and stringy is falling out of it's ponytail and my face is the color of a strawberry.  I'm panting like a dog and possibly smell similarly.  I finally build up a head of steam (approx. 2 mph!) and even cheerily wave at some passing cars.  Look at me-I'm an athlete!  Suddenly, I find myself on the concrete, flat on my belly.  I totally bit it and my knees are bleeding.  I hop? up quickly and try to play it off as, say, a random coconut causing me to trip.  My chin hurts and both of my palms are bleeding like some weird Lenten stigmata.  I decide to walk the rest of the way.  Like a gazelle taken down by a zebra, I limp home to lick my wounds. 

Final score: RUNNING 0,  WINE 10!

Stay safe my friends. XOXO

Believe It...

Happy Birthday to my brother celebrating like the rockstar that his is recently at the Sandbar-while grabbing some action before social distancing!  60 looks fabulous on you, Bro!

I am proud to be able to share that the R.S. Dale Company is supplying an automotive plant in Indiana with parts to build ventilators.  The plant is retooling and should be in operation by Friday.  In this time where the feelings of utter helplessness prevail, this is an amazing thing.  Kudo's to all of our employees responsible in making this reality.  Your contribution to relieving the pandemic and saving lives is something to be proud of.  We love you all.

Stay safe, eat your vegetables and remain positive.  These practices will help to keep your immune system strong.  Better days are coming.   Love to all. XOXO

P.S. a close friend that has struggled with Lyme disease for years recently remarked that she prays she doesn't get Corona with Lyme!  Love you, Sharon! xo

Still Flexin, Still Steppin...

Two crazy lassies,
 looking for some fun;
threw on their kilts and
 vowed to git 'er done.

Key West was on lockdown,
so what could they do?
Head up the Florida Boy,
for a green beer-or two.

There were revelers and pirates,
and doggies galore.
Irish music and shenanigans-
who could even want more?

We drank Irish Car Bombs
and played party games.
But we dropped the 'hot cabbage',
We were so lame-no shame!

The fun is over (for now!)
and we are sticking close to home.
I thank you all for reading
my corny St. Paddy's poem!

Stay safe and well and optimistic my friends-this too shall pass.  XO

Galway Girl...

Happy Saint Paddy's Day!  Galpal Shannon and I enjoyed the usual Sandbar Sunday 'Shannonigan's!' and are gearing up this morning for our annual SPD frolick. The final game plan is yet to be determined, but will definitely include reubens and kilts!

The state of the world, our hometown, our business, and local concerns have cast a pall over all activities as we are not oblivious to the dangers and risks of the pandemic.  Randy has been feverishly on the phone and computer handling business and employee issues.  It is totally uncharted territory but we are doing what we can.  Otherwise, here in the Keys, it's pretty much business as usual.  The bright sunny days and crystal turquoise waters do a great job of distorting reality.

Which is where I tend to live.  Anyone who knows me that my reality is firmly embedded in a sparkly bubble filled with kitties, puppies, books, and dreams of Dane.  I care-I really do, but I learned awhile ago to not worry about things I cannot change.

So, I'll pray, stay in contact with my family and friends, and wash my hands.  It's really all I can do.  That and handle the hard decisions like bikini or one piece?  SPF number?  Vodka or wine?

Stay healthy my friends.  Peace and white light.   XOXO

Honkey Tonk Woman...

Good Morning from the crew!  Had a wonderful day exploring Duck Key, Conch Key and Islamorada.  We were treated to three separate dolphin encounters, some frosty libations, as well as some very tasty local grub.  The seas were calm and the day ended with a gorgeous sunset.  It's a day to dream about.

And speaking of dreams-just a little clever segue for y'all-I recently had the perfect timing to realize an experience that has been on my bucket list.  Two hours earlier or later and I could have missed by Star Moment!

The sweet and condescending musician at the Florida Boy allowed me to 'sit in' on a song! 

#4 on Jodi's Bucket List=Playing cowbell on Honey Tonk Woman LIVE ON STAGE!

Check, Check and Check!

Now, years ago, much to Dane's chagrin, I was encouraged-okay allowed- to play the tambourine in a gig when he was in the band.  I loved it of course and Dane gallantly allowed me the 'moment.'  It was a cool thing (for me) and Dane survived it.

I admit to a slow start on the cowbell, but quickly caught the beat.  I finished my gig, thanked my bandmate, and took a bow amidst thundering applause.  I sat my honkey tonk ass down and grabbed my cocktail, like the rockstar that I am.

Life is good.   See you all when I go on tour!  More cowbell, more cowbell!   XOXO 



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Six Days on the Road....

Good meowning from the sunny Keys!  My Mom is hugging her coffee cup with purrpose of inhaling a wisp of caffiene, so I am the guest blogger this morning.

The trip down was purrfect with the exception of a flat tire on the boat trailer.  No worries as Pawps fixed it with traffic zooming by.  Pawsitively scary!  I stayed in my spot on the dashboard furrtively watching for birdies an amusing other travelers.  Purrty cool gig-if ya can get it!

I am happy to be here in our purrecious happy place where I can lay on the deck outside and watch for geckos.  I purrsonley love it!

Not to be too catty, but Mom needs to write her own blog, because it appurrs I have very little to say.

She will see you all next week when her travel lag as pawwsed and she's ready to pawty!

Furrever yours,  Hazel the One Eyed Wondercat

Dream a Little Dream...

 Happy Monday!  How wonderful was the 50 degree weather that found me able to take my last beach walk of the season?  On a sunny day with cool ice formations  everywhere, I was able to make may way down the shore looking for beach treasures and enjoying a fabulous February Sunday.  As we make our way south, the beachwalks will have considerably less clothes!

 On another totally unrelated note..A few years ago, I had chance meeting with Zach Zakar of the Zakar Twins fame.  I found him to be a gorgeous, funny, and very ambitious guy.  He told me, 'watch out for me,  I have big plans and you have not seen the last of me.  I have big dreams and am determined to make them come true!"  So as I read the Sunday Free Press, I was only too happy to see that Zach's promise was being realized.  He and his identical twin, Michael wrote a book and are now staring in a play by the same name!  I am only too sorry to be 5 states away as their performance hits the greater Detroit area.  Guess I will have to wait for the movie!  But I wish the boys all the best and am proud to have known Zach back when was just a twin (did I mention that he is gorgeous?), with a dream.  Congrats and good luck, Dollface.  And break a leg, Baybee!

I'm living my dream, Zach and Michael are realizing theirs and I hope you are all finding yours!

Have an amazing week and I will see you all next week when I alight in the sunny, dreamy Keys!

It's a Miracle...

Berry Manilow has a wrinkle.  And no amount of Retin-A or Botox will fix him!

Recently it was discovered that someone had thoughtlessly hit the back of my truck! The tail light is smashed and there are some scratches that mar the perfection of my dear Berry.

Somehow, if I would have crunched my ride, I would feel differently.  No one will say that I'm the best driver-and I own my vehicular foibles.  But knowing that someone else hit the back of Berry and just drove off, truly irks me.  I just would never do that!  Witness my little story below...


One time  at Target when the wind got ahold of Rocky Balboa's (my Mustang) door and I hit the truck next to me.  I assessed the dom-ahje (that's french, you know!) and trotted over to the front desk to have an announcement made regarding the new dent.  Shortly, a young woman came up to the front to answer the announcement. I explained and was able to take her out to inspect her truck.  Upon looking at her dent, she told me that her brother owned a bump shop and could easily fix it for her.  She thanked me and would not accept my offered money.  She did however; accept a grande Starbucks latte along with my thanks for her understanding.

 Berry Manilow is slated for a day at the spa where that nasty blemish will be fixed.  And I will always remember the kindness of a stranger.

Have the 'kind' of week that includes honesty, tolerance and understanding.  Hey!  Barry should write a song about it!  XO