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How do you measure a life?

 Regardless of your station in life,  experiences good and bad,  bank account balance, job description or living quarters… if you’ve got good friends who you can count on, who you can trust with your most neurotic thoughts and dumbest mistakes,  who think of you often and make you laugh even on your crappiest day – your life is  rich.  

I’ve been blessed with a handful of truly terrific friends over the years and I’m finding that even the blog world is an extension. We may not see each other often, but the message between us  is always clear.  No matter what’s going on in the daily grind, there is always this…

 I’m here for you 
We’ll always be “us”
Oh Shut up, you’re being ridiculous
Not all of my friends would appreciate a photo here,
 but I’m sneaking in the few that I think will tolerate it …

  
What? You don’t believe me?   
 So..Why am I sappy today?
This little guy was delivered to my door this morning.
Thank you, Raven – He’s perfect.
The song on my playlist is Seasons of Love by Rent.
 My daughter introduced me to the song recently and I love it.
 Lyrics below…

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.


In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love.
Seasons of love


Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.




Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?


In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.


It’s time now to sing out,
Tho’ the story never ends
Let’s celebrate


Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!




Oh you got to got to
Remember the love!
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love spread love
Measure measure your life in love

Finding Joy on a rainy day

  You read it right, folks… RAIN.  And it’s actually melting away some of the 30 inches of snow and ice  accumulation.  The problem lies in the weight of the stuff on  rooftops, causing collapses and wreaking havoc all over the state.

 But this post is about JOY on such a day… and we found it on a trip to our favorite CT antiques haven, the town of Putnam in the “Quiet Corner” of the state, as they like to say.  I blabbed about it last year HERE…

 

First, we had lunch at our favorite Italian Restaurant… Bella’s!…

I’d bet the moon you’ve never had a better tasting meatball. 

 Then we stopped at Victoria Station Cafe to pick up some of these …

 And finally we crossed the street to cruise the isles of the antiques mall to browse through this…

 Do you remember when phones used to look like this?  
 NO,  OFCOURSE I DON’T!
I would have loved these two bottles to put above the linen cabinet in the bathroom,
but they wanted $100. for them, so I walked away.

 Two floors of craziness like this…

 Isn’t she adorable?

 Whenever I see this cobalt blue, I think of my friend Joey –
And if it happens to sparkle,  it SCREAMS Joey.
SO, Jo.. this pic is for you.
I took your advice, and I do revel in  JOY as it flies by…
  I almost bought this, I’m still thinking about it….
 good thing there is an hour’s drive time between us.
My purchase for the day?
These  $5. vintage matchbox cars for my son –
They’re old enough to be MADE IN ENGLAND!
 Because sometimes… I’m cool like that.  
Apparently.

Dude

If all goes well, this Dude will belong to my sister and niece. 
He will be their first horse – kind, gentle, a real trooper.
I love a story like this… hard work and many lessons,
a few trials and tribulations..
 finally all the hard work, scrimping and saving pays off
 and pieces of the puzzle fall into place at just the right time.

And so it goes…

Text:

CollegeGirl:  MOM I feel awful. Have I ever had strep?

Me:  No, you’ve never had strep. What are your symptoms?

CG:  I ache all over and have a stuffy nose.

Me:  Well if you start to feel alot worse or develop a fever, stop in the nurses station at school and have them check for strep,  ask if the flu is going around campus.

CG: Ok I will.

later….

CG:  I feel really lousy and now I have a fever. I went to the nurse, she doesn’t think I have the flu but she gave me this horrible tasting stuff to take.  It’s #######.  I’m going to bed.

Me:  Want me to come pick you up and you can convalesce at home this weekend?

CG:  Noooo, but thanks. “M” is making me chicken noodle soup from scratch!  And he went to the store and got me “stuff ”  to take. I think I’ll tough it out here, but thanks mom     ( “stuff”  here, when it was described to me later, was a freak’n arsenal  –  Nyquil so she could sleep better, dayquil for when she has to be alert, sore throat lozenges and half the contents of the local CVS too, I’m sure. )    Have I mentioned that “M”, who showed up around Christmas time and had us frantically looking for a present to give someone who’s –coming home for Christmas- that we don’t even know yet –    turns out to be a pretty decent guy by anyone’s standards from what we can tell.   Good thing I didn’t get that light-up reindeer Christmas Sweatshirt after all, huh?

And… I think I lost my day job.

Where… do the years… go.

When Men Bake Cookies….

   
   We have not gotten the snow accumulation this storm was supposed to bring (thankfully) however we are now being pelted with sleet and there’s a coating of ice on anything and everything.  The next few days are supposed to be very cold, so all this sleet will contribute to the ice – no school yesterday and today…and I’m going a little stir-crazy, can ya tell?  Looking across the nation..and even over in Australia!…the weather has been frighteningly crazy for the past few years- as if the world is telling us something.

 I made these cookies for the Man when he comes home from yet another day of storm damage management….
Somehow I think it would have had more effect if I had made the batch up top …
Just sayin.

My Heart Sings…

 

I read something out there in blogland today, and please forgive me,  for I have forgotten where I read it….that it takes but one kind word to warm an entire January.

I took my Bailey dog to the vet today for a check up – her tumor still exists but it has been held at bay with meds. No new growth, and I allow myself to feel a little relief.

 I’ve also developed a wicked allergy this year – my eyes look like I went a round or two with Evander Holyfield.  And Lord help me, I think it may be the dogs.  It’s either that or dust. Both are part of my world for eternity… so…  Right now I’m giving Claritin a go because Benadryl just makes me  look like a drugged out zombie if there is such a thing.  Well yes there is, cause that’s what I am when I’m on it.

 When I pulled in the driveway after the vet appointment and a Walgreens stop for drugs, there was a package hanging out of the mailbox. It contained these wonderful treasures from a truly gifted Folk artist in Nova Scotia…. Shelagh of Alice in Paris loves Art and Tea.   It was the most wonderful of surprises… a gift for simply wishing her a happy birthday –

Shelagh – you’ve warmed my January, February and lets sail into March.

 Now here’s the really incredible thing…. I have been following Shelagh’s blog since before I had one of my own.  Every now and then I’ve commented on a painting or photograph I particularly like – her colors and subjects are always vivid and fun.  Within this collection of postcards and notecards, a print and a board-mounted photo, they are all included! Each one I commented on!… Shelagh, how could you have possibly remembered?  And if you were just winging it, well that’s cosmic.

 

Chocolate hearts, a pretty heart hand towel and red shoes on black check floor…  

We could use a little of this advice…

I  Love this sky…

I’ve placed the herd of horses in my beta fish garden on the kitchen island….

 I’m already wearing these as we batten down the hatches for yet another snow storm.

  

 Shelagh also shares some fabulous recipes on her blog… I’ve made quite a few, and I’ve got a copy of her cookbook too… wonderful Novia Scotia recipes in her own whimsical style. 
 http://www.amazon.com/Nova-Scotia-Potluck-Friends-Family/dp/1412028027/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1296514649&sr=1-1

  

No business like snow business

 Record snow fall these past few weeks – Connecticut hasn’t seen this much snow all at once in a hundred years.  It’s stunningly beautiful, and a royal pain in the a** too. We’re about to get clobbered with another Nor’Easter on Tuesday – and no one knows where they’ll put it.  Our country roads in some places are down to one lane, people entering and leaving driveways aren’t visible because the snow is banked so high – roofs are caving in… two horse barns in a nearby town had casualties after their barn roof collapsed, and I got a frantic call from another barn owner today – looking for people willing to climb on a barn roof because it was about to collapse and the heavy wet snow needed to be removed. Our previous home that is not yet sold  burst two pipes and my MIL’s roof is leaking. SO… husband & son and his crew have been on snow removal duty and house damage repair for five days now and I think most are sitting on their very last nerve.  Our good friend Tim has a new solar panel installed on his property – a brilliant idea!..but comes with a heavy price, quite literally, when there’s heavy snow fall.  TIM, are you still with us?….

So what have I been doing?  I’m taking pictures, cooking and eating too much, taking care of critters, stocking the woodpiles and whining just a little. Most of these pics were taken with my iphone today while out walking with Ben… some with a little touch up from picnik –

  We’ve seen some of the most amazing sunsets on the back hill…
Tonight I’m looking at this… 

  The natives are restless, time to go rustle up some grub.  Stay warm my Northern friends.