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 Where did this week go?  Or all of 2022 for that matter.  I don't know how its Friday and I haven't got around to my weekly post/rant!  Been putting our 'stamp' on the new place-with all that entails.  Randy didn't forget his amazing wallpaper skills and I put him to work in our tiny powder room.  He patiently nailed it!  I am preparing to do some painting and we finally got barstools to sit on.  That's really it...

Happy New Years Eve eve to all.  Enjoy this wildly mild weather and I'll see you all next year.  As my galpal Gayle would say, "Bright blessings to you all!"  XO

Christmas Wrapping....

 Has anyone else 'noticed' how the Christmas season has changed?  

I realize that I sound more like an old person every day, but I am a creature of habit and I never want some things to change.  For example, doesn't anyone (that sends cards) miss standing at the card counter searching for the perfect card with the perfect sentiment?  Then, addressing them by hand and signing them with a maybe a personal wish?  I love all the photos of the kids, parents and pets in the holiday pics, but really, I've seen them all on Facebook-most likely.  And no signature is required!  Don't get me wrong; it's way more effort than I am making in that department, and I still love to receive them.

Spiritual yard decorations have (sometimes) been replaced with giant inflatables that have absolutely no relevance to the reason for the season.  I find them somehow off-putting and prefer just lights and a more natural approach.  (But again, I applaud the effort and am sure kids probably love the blow-up things.)

Shopping.  Holiday songs would have us believe that we are bustling around on a snowy day with our arms full of packages.  Could we please acknowledge and do a hand clap to the ones REALLY hustling around-the FedEx, Amazon, UPS, and USPS drivers.  We don't even have to get cold except when we open our doors to inload our packages.  Although I do not Christmas shop in any form, pointing and clicking doesn't count-kinda.  And, once again, I applaud the effort.

I guess as long as family, food, and maybe a not to the Holy Family happens, it's still all good.

Merry Christmas to all and may your holiday be everything you wish it to be, in the way you prefer!

Santa Claus is Coming to Town…

 

At our annual Christmas Family Pajama Party we had a visit from jolly old St. Nick!  The children were delighted and did the traditional knee and list thing and posed for some darling pics.  Us older chicks had our moment and I spared poor Santa trying to fit me on his lap.  I assured him of my excellent behavior all year.

After stuffing ourselves with a buffet fit for a Queen and imbibing on holiday cocktails, we played our  usual rowdy White Elephant gift exchange.  It was wonderful to catch up with all my cousins and their families-new babies, new pregnancies, jobs, health and maybe some new wrinkles and gray hair!  

I’ve said it before-Christmas is a spiritual time for me.  Randy and I quit buying gifts for people who don’t need/want anything, so that pressure is off.  My Mom and sister baked my favorite Christmas cookies today so I hope to see her, munch a few cookies, hit Christmas mass and show her all my pics from the party!  Sounds like my idea of a perfect Christmas!

Thanks to Chelsea, Andrew and family for again hosting this fun bash!  Your  home reeks of family, love, laughter and fun and is the perfect place to gather.  And did I mention that their gorgeous bar is called ‘The Library Bar?’  It’s perfection!

These Eyes…

 Tomorrow morning I will rise at 4:20 to drive up north to take my Mom for cataract surgery.  As much as I hate rising early and driving in the dark-this will be no small feat.  Please sent your thoughts and prayers to Mom in the hope that all goes well and her vision improves.  I’ll take any leftover prayers in hopes that my coffee does its thing  and that I steer clear of any deer, as Lux, Hazel and I cruise up north.  Fingers crossed! XO

2 Different Tears…

 At our wonderful family Ducksgiving dinner, I said down with my two adorable great nieces.  I don't get to see them often as they have lived in various places and relocated recently to Ann Arbor from Japan.

Meet Aeryn, age 16 and Elli age 14.  Read on for our interview!

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE YOU’VE LIVED, AND WHY?

Aeryn-"Japan!  Because there are so many interesting things to do and it's so accessible and safe.  

Elli-"San Diego! It was the main part of my childhood, and it was very exciting.  Love the summer weather."

I know you two are excellent students.  WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT?

Aeryn-"Math.  I have a great teacher and I want to show that I'm a good student."

Elli-"English.  The class is exciting, and the assignments are good."

ANY GOALS FOR THE FUTURE?

Aeryn-"Travel, learn about places.  I want to connect with the Korean culture."

Elli-"Go back to San Diego-it's more exciting and alive!"

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ESPECIALLY GOOD AT?

Aeryn-"Goals.  If I make a goal-I like to strive to achieve it.  I recently made second chair on clarinet after playing for only eight months."

Elli-'Sports.  Volleyball, soccer, tennis, swimming, skating, skiing, and gymnastics.  I'm an athlete and those are my favorite things."

WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR FREE TIME?

Aeryn-"T.V. and reading. Classes are hard and I need to relax my brain."

Ellie-"Drawing and my phone.  Cartooning and animation."

FAVORITE PIZZA?

Aeryn-"My Dad's pizza-completely homemade and very yummy!"

Ellie-"Same-with pesto and everything crust!"  

And there you have it, my beautiful, smart and sweet nieces~I am so proud of them! XOXO

Bang, Bang…

 So it’s hunting season (again!) and Randy bagged this beauty on Sunday.  

By growing up in northern Michigan, one would expect that I would understand the idea of hunting a bit more.  Now, I love to  hunt for beach treasures, morels,  good bargains etc., so that type of hunt I get.  I just don’t understand the kill.  ‘Look at that beautiful old buck, doing what comes natural with that doe.  I think I’ll shoot him dead.’  Now we do eat the meat so at least there’s that.  

But the men in my life seem to be scratching some primal itch by it.  They prepare, commiserate, and talk the details of hunting to death.  Maybe it’s a bonding thing…I don’t know.  And it’s called bagging a buck-as if it’s wrapped in a bag with some ribbon.  No, that comes later at the butchers!  You can’t eat horns but somehow that’s where the biggest thrill comes in.  I mean, leave the poor old thing alone!  I guess I’d feel better if the deer had a weapon too, evening the score a little.  If the hunters had to dodge an arrow or a bullet from the buck, to me, that would truly be a greater feat.  No tree blinds either, cuz deer can’t climb up to get that advantage .  Mono a Mano on an even hunting field would truly be a sport.  

I could go on with more of my ridiculousness but I will spare Randy the eye rolls.  Good luck and be safe, hunters.  And if I go on and on telling detailed stories of my hobby, y’all best nod and smile politely.  XO

Elderberry Wine…

 Well, after two full weeks of fever and coughing, I’m finally joining the land of the living!  Not 100%, but surely on the way!  My respect for people suffering chronic conditions is immense and I can’t imagine what it would be like to have to adjust constantly to a new ‘normal.’  I’ll be content when I can breathe to the bottom of my lungs, have my head and ears unstuff and go four hours without a nap.  I’d like to keep the sexy  new voice!   

I’m also looking forward to being able to taste a good glass of wine.  This old wino needs a sip of something other than hot tea!  The famous Louis Pasteur said it best, “ Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.”   My girl, Kristen and I confer that wine cures everything from stress to a broken fingernail, but the cure all struggles when it come to pneumonia.  

Tonight I will have my girl, Katie pour me one up as I cheer to health, hygiene, and normalcy.  

Oui, oui Louie, don’t mind if I do! 🫁🍷😘

Hotel…

 Okay… who goes to gorgeous San Diego for a week and gets sick?  Me.  That’s who.

Randy had a work function that encouraged spouses to join, and I after much deliberation, I decided to come.   My Mom is recovering from a fall, the flights too long, and I have no clothes are just a few of the reasons that could keep homeslice (me!) home.   But…a hotel with a harbor view, a party at the San Diego Zoo,  a cafe with kitties, are some of the reasons I decided to suck it up and get on that flight.  

As we landed, my ears plugged up and never truly opened.  My throat feels like it’s been sliced with razor blades and my cough originates from the bowels of hell.  Medicated,  I had fun with some of our ‘work kids’ at an amazing dinner on Friday.  But then it hit me.  With a foggier than usual head I navigated a couple of events and spent whole days in bed, sleeping and enjoying? the view.  All my plans for exploring shops and petting kittens went out the window as I coughed my head off.  

I’ve heard of people getting sick on vacation before and shuddered-all that anticipation, packing, shuttling, etc. just to cough in a different environment?  No way.  

But here I am, frocks unworn, cruises not sailed, kitties not petted.  Tonight is the last night with a dinner planned with Randy’s new board appointment comrades.  Here’s hoping I can haul it up, pretty it up and keep my foggy head up,  to support him.  

Wish me luck, Dollfriends as I soldier on.  XO

Something in the Orange…

 I get asked all the time, ‘Why don’t you move to the Keys?’  As much as I love the Keys, I have no interest in living there on a full time basis.  The winter escape is perfect for me but I love our seasons here in Michigan more.  Our spectacular fall is unmatched.   As I drove back to Ossineke on Sunday, the fall leaf colors were amazing.  In all my years, I never tire of natures paintbrush creating a varying landscape.  It makes an otherwise dull drive totally breathtaking.  

At a recent wedding,  the roaring fireplace and the sun shining thru the colorful foliage made a setting that was natural, warm, and simply gorgeous.  Congrats to Savanna and Aaron- wishes for a marriage that is as warm, colorful and unique as a fall day.

And if those palm trees and mangroves ever change color from green to orange, gold, and red; I will reconsider my stance!  Wouldn’t that be amazing?  XO

Jolene…

 Hey Doll(s)!  Thoughts, prayers and big, big energy tonight for my Mom who is recovering from surgery following a fall that left her with a snapped humerus and three cracked ribs.  An eight inch plate and 6 screws are in place by her wonderful surgeon and the prognosis is excellent.  The newly remodeled and added to, Mid Michigan Hospital in Alpena is gorgeous and the staff have been wonderful.  In fact, so wonderful that she’s probably nervous about coming home tomorrow under Nurse Ratchett’s (Me!) care.  But we will get ‘er done with all the family and friends nearby.  

So don’t be alarmed if you pass Nancy’s house and don't see her mowing the lawn, raking leaves or washing her car, know that she’s taking a few weeks off.  She should be fully back in action by ‘shoveling season.’  Ya can’t keep that good woman down!  

P.S.  Can I get some commotion for the back of my Nashville jean jacket?  Thanks to Cheryl for help me with my Dolly homage!  🫶🏼

Scarecrow in the Garden...

 Aaaaand, we’re back!   After a fabulous long weekend in Nashville we are back to reality and totally exhausted.  I just cannot hang like I used to-girlfriend is gettin' old.

The main event on Saturday night was a fundraiser benefitting battered and abused children in Tennessee.  We feel like it's a very important cause and I love that we are fortunate enough to be able to help.  Donating is very important to us and I hope we are making a small difference.  

Last week at Tim Horton's, the person in front of me paid for my iced coffee!  I never had that happen before and I happily bought the order for the person behind me.  If you haven't experienced either side of that, you should-it's amazing!

Thanks to our dear friends Don and Tami who have hosted us for the second year.  New puppy, Paci (that's peace in Italian and pronounced Pach-ay!) provided much comic relief, as well as alleviating a little of the loneliness for our Hazel kitty.

But I'm home now and needing a nap.  So.. see y'all next week.  XO

Kitty Kat Dance Party…

Yesterday just happened to be National Taco Day and I happened to be able to stuff my face with tacos at the Ossineke Eagles club.  I was up north at my family’s for a quick visit and also to settle in Hazel at Granny Nanny’s Kitty Kat Daycare.  Spoiled brat that she is, Hazel has never been left home alone and usually travels with us but she loves her vacations at Gramma’s.  

Randy and I have two trips coming up so I will be without my little buddy for about a month.  It sort of feels like when the kids are back in school and you get that little breathing room.  And like when Randy goes hunting: I am happy to see her go and happy to have her home.  Be a good girl for Gramma, Hazel.

Strong wishes for friends Don and Shannon as they make their way to Florida.  The most selfless people I know, are headed down with a truckload of relief items to help in any way they can.  How wonderful is that?

Have a great week!   XO

Black Dog...

 

I am pleased to introduce the newest member of my extended family. 

 Meet Reba!  Also known as Ms. Reba, Reba Mcentire, Reebs, Reba the Love Sponge, RebaSaurus and Rebaderci.  She is a seven-year-old black Labrador that lived without much human contact for her whole life.  Our niece Nicole changed all that by taking her into her home and loving her hard.  Once a wild, unmannered dog, she now is learning basic commands and no longer jumps on people she meets. (Other than me, cuz I love it.) 

 Reba is easily the most loving dog I have ever met and that says a lot!  She loves to cuddle and gives nice kisses in an effort to make up for lost time.  Nicole has spoiled her within an inch, with monogramed bowls, special toys, and numerous bandanas.  Her days start out with an over easy egg, then retrieving the ball and maybe some hammock or porch time and her nights are spent snuggling on a California king size bed. 

 She, like our old Mickey, has scratched the winning lottery ticket with her new life!  Reba loves to visit us at the beach and enjoys swimming, long beach walks, bonfires and lots of treattreats.  With her glossy black fur, snow white toofies and brown expressive eyes, she is irresistible and has won over all of our hearts.  

This weekend She will be visiting Auntie Day Care where the spoiling will continue.  I hope Reba has as much fun as I will! ❤️🐶

Good Vibrations....

This week when I got my oil changed on Lux, I left with a very satisfied feeling.  I was responsible and did the right thing for her engine.  They put the little sticker my windshield reminding me to do it all again in 5,000 miles.  I get the very same feeling when I get my teeth cleaned.  Responsible.  These are necessary tasks and a part of life, and I am always sort of relieved when I've accomplished them.  Even going to get groceries and hauling them in and putting them away.  Satisfaction knowing that I am stocked with what we need.  Same goes for putting away the last of the clean laundry.

But now, the responsible, satisfied feeling has a name-'adulting.'  Huh?  You mean just slogging thru the day doing what has to be done?  As opposed to what?  Childing-where you wear diapers and drink from a bottle?  Or teening-where you stare at your phone and constantly take pictures of yourself?  Sheesh...I think it's ridiculous.  

And I understand 'good vibes' or 'good vibes only' and I think I rode that slang train back in the 70's.  Positive energy and thoughts can manifest good things and Lord knows we need all the help we can get.  But now, everything is a vibe.   My outfit-it's a vibe.  That paint color-truly a vibe.  My clean closet-a major vibe.  It's a thing maybe, but a vibe?  Not so sure.  I fear that the vibes good intentions have fallen into a sort of all-encompassing word for anything you may have to describe or comment on.  How about, 'your outfit looks great, the paint color is appropriate for this space and that closet is killer organized?'  Or you could just say that it's a vibe.  Good, bad, or ugly-the shit is vibeing.  

So, what's my rant about?  Am I just crabby due to adulting all day with very little vibe?  Not sure, but I know that as I consider my days accomplishments with Hazel purring loudly on my lap,  all is good.

And that my friend, IS a vibe!  XO

Jolly Roger...

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 It was a Labor (Day weekend!) of love as the Dale's hosted an end of summer bash.  It had been years since our last beach party and the time had come for another!  The decks were swabbed and the flags were flying, and blessedly, the skies were clear.  Themed as a Pirate and Mermaid party-friends, family and neighbors turned out in all their finery.  Bar-b-que and grog was enjoyed by all the scallywags and strumpets.  The amazing Rocky Trop band played live for an astounding six hours! 

 The night ended up at the bonfire with some very tired Dales.  I would like to thank all of you who participated in our nonsense and for the delicious food that was contributed.  Also, the crew that manned the grill and those who cleaned up on Sunday morning.  (Lord knows, I was moving a bit slow.)  And also to Pup and Stephanie for the fabulous entertainment-I can't get enough of you!

Arrrrr, Matey's and Happy Fall!  
XOXO

Strawberry Wine..

 As an avowed wino, my illustrious history goes way back.  As an underage imbiber, my girl gang and I awoke our palates with none other than Boone’s Farm and probably sipped it on an actual ‘strawberry hill.’  We thought we were the epitome of class and quite possibly the inspiration for a country song.  When TJ Swan introduced ‘Easy Nights,’ our fickle selves paid the additional 25 cents a bottle and enjoyed some very easy nights. (Mornings-not so much….) The next step-and it was a big one-was the land of white Zinfandel.  Even the name sounded exotic and I felt totally sophisticated sipping the pretty pink swill.  With a brief foray into Zima,  I have settled on Pinot Grigio as my drink of choice.  It’s light and easy and again, has a bit of the exotic sound.

So basically I enjoy white wine, but when friends treated us to a bottle of Caymus, I was all in.  Luscious, smooth and velvety, sort of like a liquid chocolate, it pairs well with seafood, pork or veal.  

Or crunchy cheese curls….What can I say-I’m Strawberry Hill girl at heart.

Thank you to Jim and Debbie for the fabulous taste sensation.  You are friends as fine as Caymus! XO

Rebel Rebel…

 I’ve been called a rebel all of my life.  Not in some civil disobedience kind of way, but more as a personal way of life.  If my Dad were here today, he’d surely corroborate!  Much to his chagrin, I was the defender of everything he was not.  I spouted naive half-truths and interrupted his logic with my sassy mouth and always had to have the last word.  (Sassy was also my nickname.)  I fought hard for equality and women's rights and would have burned my bra if only I had one on.  I pushed dress codes and curfews just because I could.  I took all dares and expressed my opinions whether you were interested or not.  I love a good debate.  But…so….does that make me a rebel? Well, these days with my adult tact in place, I like to imagine myself as aware, strong willed and free spirited-and not nearly as sassy.  

I’ve learned the lessons I was trying to be taught.  Shut up and listen.  Think before you speak, or sass.  Walk a mile in another’s shoes.  Be compassionate and considerate.  Don’t take things so seriously-or personally.  Do the best you can.  I’m still an old school rebel and I always will be.  

How am I doin’, Dad?  I’ll let you have the last word.   Signed:your sassy rebel.   XO

Two Pink Lines…

I’ve always had a fascination with flamingos.  Their vivid pink color with the crazy body porportions make such an exotic look.   A few years ago, after many years of searching, I spotted a flamboyance in the wild.  My brother and I both gasped as we noted the hot pink color against the aqua water and green mangroves.  It was truly a beautiful and rare sighting. 

At Cheeseburger in Caseville on Saturday, I hooked up with with these little birds.    Did you know that a flock of is called a ‘flamboyance?’  Isn’t that the coolest?  Flamboyance was in overload as we saw people turned out in all the finery for the event.  Decorated golf carts, cars, and many doggo’s sported the tropical theme.  Lots of good viewings as we munched our cheeseburgers and sipped our libations.

  Cheeseburger is a fun event and I recommend going if you ever feel the need to ‘flamingle, ‘. (I think I just added some ‘cheese’ to the festival!). That’s the Case(ville!).   Have a flamboyant, exotic and pink filled week!   XO

The Motto…

 It's National Book Lovers Day and you don't know a bigger book lover than yours truly!  I started out young as a total bookworm  and haunted our little towny library regularly. I loved Nancy Drew and got a hardcover every Christmas and could be found curled up all day devouring the latest mystery along with a handful of Christmas cookies.  Books will always be my favorite gift.

These days I cannot stop hoarding books.  I have them stacked all over the house with every intention of reading each and every one.  A good story is my stress relief, relaxation and escape and given my druthers, (what the heck is a druther?) I'd sit all day and read my heart out.  I once said 'never' on an e-reader, but I admit to loving it.  I can blow up the font and adjust the light for those nights I can't sleep-or would rather read.  I still buy the old school books, too.  Mysteries, True Crime, Biographys, Memoirs, Fiction and Non- I love them all.

I love to chat with fellow bibliophiles and share us our latest reads and if I wasn't such a commitment phobe, I'd join a proper book club.  Sigh....

So, has anyone read any good books you'd like to recommend or discuss?  You know where to find me- with my book and a glass of wine-hey! Gotta honor this special day! 

Pressurelicious…

Hi Dolls!  Just a quick update on the state of the Dale life!  As pictured, I have suffered ‘boxer’s fracture.’  In order to avoid a car/deer crash, Randy hit the brakes and I braced myself for the contact.  So, I’m in a soft cast for awhile, hence this hunt and pick blog!

Recently, at a Tigers game, Randy came out to discover his truck had been stolen.  His Ford app located the truck, so we got it back, missing all valuables as well as a smashed window.  How irritating, expensive and inconvenient!

Summer is flying by and that’s the third bummer I’m dwelling on.  But, as they always say-things could be  worse.  Hope all is well in your world(s)!   XO

 

We are Family...

 These days it's very hard to get family together-especially with little children.  It gets much more complex when the kids come from Japan, Slovenia, Denver and Ann Arbor!  Last weekend the stars aligned and for the first time ever, the whole gang came to my sister and brother in laws.  

The weather was perfection as we snacked, celebrated, laughed and ate some more.  The kids rode the golf cart around and fished in the pond.  We caught up on all the news and I was able to reconnect with my great nieces and nephews that I hadn't seen since I visited them in Dubai.  All of my nieces and nephews are very cosmopolitan, and I love hearing about their jobs and lives.  It's a very mixed bag of tricks!  I am very proud of all of them and their delightful children.

I often bemoan that everyday you see people that don't mean much to you, and it takes an act of God to spend time with those that you love.  And I love my gorgeous, intelligent, and very exotic family!

Family isn't something-it's EVERYTHING!  Love to all from Auntie Jodi  XO 

Break my Soul…

 We were driving to dinner in Islamorada when I spotted the boat.  On the oceanside, beached up on shore, sat a small blue boat.  I knew in an instant that it was a boat that ventured there from Cuba.  We see them all the time, homemade rickety crafts that house far more passengers than allowed-all fleeing from Cuba with its poverty, crime, and shortage of food and medicine.  They pack in the boats with the sole purpose of a better life starting in Miami.  Without adequate safety measures or food and water, they venture across in boats held together with tar and staples.  It’s an unbelievable risk of their lives.  All for the American Dream.

We pulled over and inspected the boat.  It was hard to believe that it made it from Cuba to Islamorada and we wondered if the passengers made it to someplace of refuge.  It is such a sobering sight to see this desperation up close and be reminded how very lucky I am.

For all that I try not to take for granted, I said a prayer for those dreaming of a better life.  God bless you and make the waters calm. May food, water and medicine be plenty for you.  May you reach your awaiting family and secure the life you are dreaming of.  God bless and Godspeed.

Running up that Hill...

20 years now

Where'd they go?

20 years

I don't know

I sit and I wonder sometimes

where they've gone... 

   Bob Seger

As I celebrated my 'official' launch into social security realm, this tune came to mind.  Wait-wasn't I just 44?  How in the world did 20 years slip by?  Not that it's been a bad run or anything, but really 20 years?  My Mom called to say that she couldn't believe I was 64, which is really something considering she will soon be 84!  

Now, I know, some of you will say that 'it's only a number.'  Yes, but it's a REAL number.  I feel like I look at things so differently now.  It's a relief to truly not give a care what anyone thinks of me.  I dress for myself and what works for me.  It matters not a whit what anyone thinks.  I curb my words carefully tho...I want to stay soft and not throw any harsh opinions around.  Nobody cares.  If I feel like a nap, I take it.  The same goes for dessert.  I will read for hours.  If I feel like hugging you, I do.  It's for me and I sometimes need it.  I do not question what has happened in my life.  I choose to believe that it's all for a purpose and sometime later, I will know the answers.  I pray more.  And I've slowed down.  If I make it to the gym-it's good, and if not, there's always tomorrow.  Family is #1.

Here's the hopes that the next 20 years bring health, love and happiness.  But for now, I gotta go collect that Social Security!   See, age has some? benefits!  XO

Watermelon Sugar…

 Hi friends!  After a long holiday weekend, I woke up with a nasty flu.  I will be laying low at the beach house till my symptoms abate.  See you next week when I’ll surely be back on my game.  Have a healthy week, Dolls.  Air kisses. 

Girl Time...

 We needed some 'girly time'.  AND it was her birthday!  Galpal Ms. Shanny and I were off to the beach house for a couple of days of our type of fun.  No boys allowed.  So, on a gorgeous sunny afternoon, Hazel and I scooped her up and headed north.

Upon landing at the beach, two crazy cat ladies indulged in afternoon cocktails and snacks-toasting Shannon's special day.  She was also the guest of honor at dinner with Mark and Cheryl, where she enjoyed her first taste of 'frickles.'  If you care to know...frickle's are deep fried, ham wrapped, dill pickle spears.  Soooooo, festive!  Arriving home, the internet was out.  No problem, Shannon and I are both dedicated bibliophiles so we pulled out our books and settled in.

A lazy day of shopping, beach walking and reading followed.  Long conversations where we vented and solved the world's problems.  It was restful and relaxing and totally cathartic and I think we both needed it.  And then our boys arrived and chaos ensued.  

Happy Birthday, dear friend and thank you for sharing it with me.  Let's do it again soon!

Sticky…

 Happy First Day of Summer-three whole months of my favorite weather!  I am never happier than when I’m barefoot, in a sundress and sunnies, with a wine in my hand.  Bring it all on-beach, boating, bonfires and barbecues.  I love it all.  

Thanks to VIN wine bar for providing libation and lounging while watching the world walk by.  And that red Queen sofa is everything!  XO

🎶End of the road🎶…

 🎶It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday, ay ay ayyyy.🎶  🎶Turn the page-ah…🎶

It is with much sadness that I am saying goodbye to my stilettos.  It’s been a great run and I used to say that I could run a 10k in them.  But now, I can barely walk-any distance!  Yep, the day has finally come to ditch my pretty heels.  Now, I’m not exactly ready for those fugly beige shoes with the Velcro closure, I an toning it down a bit.  A few inches at least.  Kitten heels, blocks and wedges are the direction I’m heading.  I sure don’t need to be falling a breaking a hip!  

So goodbye to my pretties and if anyone can use a size 8 Versace (for H&M) killer heels, I’m ready to pass the torch.  Ciao Bella!😘

Happy Birthday...

 You were my greatest hello,

and my saddest goodbye,

and the biggest what if

I will question all of my life.

               Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Happy 39th. Birthday to my Angel/Son.  My heart is full of you today and everyday. XOXO

Better Man…

 On this Memorial Day weekend, I am fully grateful to all that have served and given their lives so that we may live without fear.  They have done what I wouldn’t be able to do and I thank each and every one from the bottom of my heart. ❤️

Tears in Heaven...

 It is with total heartache and sympathy for the families that I post this anguish fill picture from the Texas massacre.  Tears fill my eyes as I view the slideshow of the beautiful and innocent children that have had their lives cut short as well as the two teachers that tried in vain to save them.  I can't even imagine sending your child off to school on a normal day that ends anything but normal. Senseless, horrific, tragic.  Lives will never be the same and I'm not sure how you ever live thru such incredible grief.  

What's the answer?  I feel that the mental health issue with these shooters have to be addressed.  I can't remember even one of these events growing up and there were guns everywhere.  I simply don't remember that kind of unchecked anger.  Is it social media and its pressures?  Can that even be controlled now that its influence is the norm?  What are we doing differently?  What has changed that people are so mentally unstable?  Are we missing the warning signs?  Are guns always going to end up in the wrong hands?  How do we address and prevent this perfect storm of mental illness/anger and access to firearms?  Mental illness is not new but the anger and acting out is becoming more and more commonplace.  And now 19 children are gone leaving families as well as a nation are left to mourn and figure out the why's.

We definitely need to have this conversation and figure out the why's.  

Please join me in prayers for the families of these innocent angels.  

American Badass...

 

On Friday, Randy pulled into work and was shocked to see a giant sign that read ‘American Badass Since 1962!’  Rut roh…

 Well, you don’t turn 60 every day!

Party planners and employees extraordinare, Dayna and Samantha, pulled out all the stops to honor the 'old dude!'  At lunch, the staff donned their Kid Rock finery and further surprised him with a redneck BBQ, cheap beer and a luscious cake.  The highlight of the party was a video slideshow titled '60 Reasons Why We Love Randy.'  Pictures of employees, friends and family with personal quotes had him totally overwhelmed.  It was an amazing, creative and very thoughtful party and Randy was (and is!) completely honored!  Thanks to all of our wonderful staff for their support, enthusiasm and love.  You are all the BEST and we appreciate all you do.

As an avowed cradle robber, I have been dying for him to join in my decade.  And he's finally arrived!

Happy Birthday, Randy and hang on for another beautiful lap around the sun!  XOXO

Changes in Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes…

 On our way home feeling grateful and blessed to have enjoyed our Keys getaway.  We entertained 16 guests and hosted 5+ dinner parties.  Hours were logged on the high seas on the Sex Sea Bitch exploring new waters.  Many fish and lobster were caught and eaten.  We celebrated Captain Luis’s big 5-Oh!  On a windy stretch of days we repainted the entire first floor giving the condo a much needed glow up.  Had a ball at the Sandbar-more than a few times!  Our traditional St. Paddy’s day was epic and ended with a sunset viewing.  

But back to reality, as I look forward to seeing family and friends.  Time for a bit more structure in my days.  I realize my fortune in living in places that I love so much and I take none of this happiness for granted.  

‘If it suddenly ended tomorrow, I could somehow adjust to the fall.

Good times and riches and son of a bitches,

I’ve seen more than I recall.’         

Jimmy Buffett

Mother…

 May 01, is my new Mother’s Day.  Profound sadness and grief are part of my everyday, but on today, I am reminded that I am not alone.  I have or need no other words-tears, memories, and heartache are enough and a very personal process for me.  

A favorite line of mine infers that grief is the price of love, but love is priceless and all the money in the world can’t change, or buy the very thing we need the most.

Love to all Mom’s and their angels. 💕

Bohemian Rhapsody …

After weeks of hosting ‘repeat guests,’. Randy and I had the pleasure of spending a week with our nephew Justin and Trish.  Trish was a Keys virgin and with 13 pairs of shoes and twice as many outfits-(for one week!) she was ready for anything!

What an absolute delight it was to experience our precious Keys thru fresh eyes.  Lest we ever forget the amazing water colors while driving over the bridges.  Shades of aqua, cobalt, and turquoise are absolutely stunning.  The seafood doesn’t get any fresher while Trish gamely tried all delights, usually with an exotic, tropical cocktail.  Later on the boat,  she squealed in delight as she spotted-and later petted a manatee, as well as sharks and various fish.  She landed enough snapper for our dinner. We experienced the zaniness of Key West where she was able to dance and sing back up for a beautiful drag Queen.  Mama Mia, mama Mia!  I’m not sure who had more fun-the Queen or Justin’s Princess!  

 

The week flew by and I don’t think they missed a trick.  It was our pleasure having them and I hope they come back down-either with or without us.  

Thanks to Justin and Trish for spending time with us oldies, while making us feel even more grateful for our blessings.  

We love you both.  XOXO

Were You There?…

 Happy Easter everybody.  Easter season is always a time of deep reflection for me.  Holy Week and all it represents fills me with hope as well as floods me with memories.  Going to my Grandparents in Detroit and watching with awe as they and my Mom, reverently observed the holy rituals.  Easter dresses and patent leather shoes that could hopefully be worn without a winter jacket and mittens.  Chocolate bunnies, sidewalk chalk and ham dinners. Trying to understand the mystery and true meaning of Easter.

As an adult, my celebration is different, but my feelings are the same.  I am renewed by the very love and sacrifice by our Savior and filled by a strength and hope to ‘do better.’  As an avowed cloud dreamer, I prayed and meditated while searching the formations of a cobalt sky filled with white cottony clouds.  I saw a cross, a lamb, praying hands as well as Angel wings and a heart.  I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude, connection and blessings that was soothing to my soul.

I hope your day was filled with joy. (And maybe tomorrow I’ll grab up some pastel M&M’s at 75% off! 

Ocean Eyes…

When the Islamorada sandbar calls, you grab some pals, pack up 

and head out to where the aqua water is 80+ degrees and the party is bangin’!  Bridal shower chickies, doggo’s of all breeds, plus many ‘boat dancers’ bring this event to life.  Flags are flying and stereos blasting and if you get hungry there’s the Pincho Barge serving burgers and wings.  

Can’t think of a better way to spend the day-it’s the sandbar for me!

Heat Waves…

He has joined us here for over 20 years.  Upon his recent retirement, his time here has been able to stretch.  My brother loves the Keys life as much as we do.  He soaks up the sun like the native iguanas and crocodiles.  He’s up for any adventure-on land or sea and is an excellent fisherman.  He can party like a pirate and has been known to enjoy a few rum cocktails.  He is stellar at garbage hauling and icing down the boat any other task that helps him ‘earn his keep.’

It’s been a blast and I will miss his help with all tasks and will now have to chop onions and do ‘boat things’ myself.  Safe travels today back to Michigan.  And till next year, remember ‘Life is good-Keys life is better!’  🐠☀️😎🧜🏻‍♀️

 

You Can’t Drink all Day if You Don’t Start in the Morning…

 It’s a Key West tradition-doin’ the tourist thing by participating in the Duval Crawl.  A stop at Willie T’s for a mojito-complete with sugar cane is always a must.  My brother scored a tee with the proclamation that ‘you can’t drink all day, if you don’t start in the morning!’  While that may seem to be a festive and ambitious endeavor, my old self would be curled up on the very sidewalk if I tried!  I’ll leave that effort to the pros!

Did you hear that it’s National Cleaning Week!  Good Lord-says who?  Some man, most likely.  I love a clean house but can’t say I love to clean.  But a whole week?  Now that’s enough to make me curl up on the sidewalk….with a mojito!  

Molly Malone…

 

As the annual (I think 20th.!) Sloth, Debauchery, and Indulgence Tour soldiers on, all parties were on deck for St. Paddie’s Day festivities.  After a traditional Reuben sandwich breakfast, we donned our colors and hit the high seas.  The beer was cold and the Irish music was loud as we barhopped around the Keys.  

The Irish are a strong, fun loving people known as survivors; and I think we did them proud.  ‘Till next year.. Happy St. Paddy’s Day! ☘️

Sunrise, sunset…

 Sunrise, sunset.  Sunrise, sunset.

Swiftly fly the years.

One season following another,

Laden with happiness and tears.          (Bobby Vinton)

Viewing another perfect sunset with dear friends remind me more than ever that some aspects of life (and nature’s beauty) never change.  Through my immense sadness and grateful joy, there will always be the comfort and balance of the sunrise, sunsets, and friends to help me keep on an even keel. 💕

Get Into It…

 Happy faces with full tummies!  Yellowtail snapper at Lazy Days was the perfect ending to our lazy pool day.  Thanks to Capt. Luis for the ‘hook up!’🐠

Enemy…

 We made it-hallelujah!  We postponed departure date to the regular scheduled Thursday blizzard and instead, made it out on Saturday.  Dragging the boat made for three long days on the road.  Horrible gas mileage (and prices) made for many truck stop stations.  I continue to be enthralled by those places.  Yearning for a decent crossword puzzle, I was amazed to find NO newspapers; however a whole rack of potted meat was fully stocked.  Most places still fully and proudly display confederate flag merch and apparently truckers love their beanie babies, again, fully stocked.  

Today I endured the necessary initial Publix torture as I filled an empty refrigerator.  I would rather dig a ditch than grocery shop.  Same goes for most malls.

I’ll take a good truck stop anyday-cuz sometimes you just need some dried up pizza, strong coffee, and a new beanie baby!  

P.S.  I cannot gripe about my frivolous issues without fully recognizing my privilege.  I get it, this is just my silly side.  My heart and prayers go out to the country and people of Ukraine.  I admire their guts and heart as they risk their lives for things we take for granted.  Please let this tragedy end soon.

Bite Me…

 Where did this week go?  

After the soul sucking process of moving, time has just slipped by.  Suddenly it’s Thursday!  And you know what that can mean-24 to 48 hours of a possible snowstorm.  Isn’t this about the third Thursday we have endured this threat? It would have been slightly more amusing has the flakes descended on 2-22-22, but no…Thursday again.  Along with Bath City Bistro possibly closing early again and my salmon craving left hanging, we are also facing a delay in our departure.  When you are mentally ready and completely packed, this can seem devastating.  As a creature of routine, I have to totally rewire my process.  But yanking a boat thru two states with bad road conditions isn’t exactly how we want to make our escape.  

I’ve broke the news to Hazel and she is sleeping it off on the windowsill.  Maybe there’s a lesson in that…no sense in stressing over things you can’t change.  See, that wonder cat is not so dumb after all.

Guess, I’ll follow suit and dream of mice and catnip.  WAIT!  Wrong dream.  See y’all five states south!

XOXO

The Motto…

 Whew-are we busy...Moving to our condo, opening up a new location for our Lansing business, catching up on doc appointments, and preparing to haul a boat to the Keys-just to mention a few things.

The condo move is as crazy as moves can be-how in the world did we accumulate so much shizz?  We are trying for a true downsize, to live a bit simpler.  It's stressful as well as backbreaking as we haul heavy bins up and down stairs-especially in this frigid weather!  The Lansing bizz is fun for Randy but it is, well, in Lansing, making necessary trips at this time, not very convenient.  Adding air shocks to prepare the truck to pull the boat also is a kerfluffle but a needed one.  Randy's lung rechecks went very well and his lung doc is very pleased with his progress.  It's been a haul, but he has worked hard on his therapy, and it shows!  

Next week we will make our getaway and two to three days in the truck will allow for decompression for us.  Well, for me anyway as I read, do crosswords and nap.  Randy and his lap co-pilot, Hazel, (The one-eyed wonder cat!) will do all the serious stuff.  And I will watch for snack exits.

I try very hard not to wish the days away, they go by too fast anyways.  but sometimes.... it's fun to dream.  Slower Keys daze and warm weather is coming soon, and I can't wait! 😎

But I am determined to enjoy the ride!