SO, Mr.Type A has been bothered by the fences we put up when we first moved to the farm. The horse fencing was electric tape, which worked just fine, but the deer repeatedly knocked it down when attempting to jump over or through it. The Dog run fence was, well it was just plain ugly. Since it was the main entrance everyone used to get in and out of the house, it drove the husband nutz. Things don’t stay around for long if they’re aggravating him….. (it’s a wonder I’m still here.)
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Finding it
This year I’m reading so many blog posts, FB posts and articles that indicate many people feel the holiday season is one big colossal stress inducing hassle. A frequent complaint is – having a hard time getting into the spirit of things. Ah, the key right there… It’s the SPIRIT OF THINGS that should be foremost in our hearts and minds, not the spending of money we may not have, the headache of planning around difficult family issues and logistics, the stress of trying to get it all done. Commercialism puts a damper on the whole thing, too.
There are ways to simplify- If the annual big family gathering and meal at your house has you spinning out of control, make it a potluck – the menu is varied and interesting, no one is responsible for an entire meal, and everyone feels like they’ve contributed, bringing their one prized dish to share. Or, scale down the crowd… invite just a handful of family or friends and relax.
Regarding gift giving, a small thoughtful gift holds just as much meaning, if not more, than a more elaborate and expensive item you could buy at a store. Have you taken a photo that a particular person would cherish? Frame it and wrap it. They’ll cherish it always and it doesn’t break the bank. Are you a baker? Make a batch of that favorite cookie Aunt Margaret used to have at the holiday table, tie the recipe onto the bow. Awesome for family recipes handed down to other family members. If only my grandmother were still alive, I’d ask her for that unbelievably delicious cream puff popover recipe. I’ve never had them so good since.
Missing a loved one who is now departed? Volunteer for an organization you know they would approve of, or make a donation of any size in their name. It’s a way of honoring them that you can feel good about and you are contributing to the world in a positive way. That always feels good.
No time for all this nonsense? Then cut yourself some slack and just let it be. There are many little things you can do to find the “Spirit of the holidays”… Take a walk through a “Christmas lit” neighborhood on a snowy night- hear the silence and the sound your footsteps make in the snow. On Christmas Eve, imagine all the excitement the children feel as they drift off to sleep, one eye open should they hear the sound of hoofbeats on the roof. Don’t be so hurried that you can’t smile at the checkout clerk at the grocery store and wish him/her a happy holiday. Do the same to anyone you lock eyes with as you walk out to your car. It’s amazing, what a small and brief encounter like this can do for the soul.
I don’t talk about religion here, only because I’m not religious in an organized or specific sense of the word, although I was raised a Catholic. I do believe I’m a spiritual person, and some say that’s a cop out. I find my religion in being kind whenever possible and helping out where I can in different ways. Being a part of solutions, instead of adding to problems. I’ve asked myself frequently… do I add to this world in any way to make it a better place, or am I always taking? The holidays bring this reflection into sharper focus for me and right now I’m pleased with my progress. That, I’m finding, is a gift.
Speaking of gifts, my friend Tim has given me a detailed description of his mother Loraine’s Sand Tart Christmas Cookie recipe. He gave our family a sampling of them last year and words fail me in describing just how buttery-sugary-mouthwatering delicious these cookies are. I’d never heard of sand tarts until that sampling of his family tradition cookies, I’ll let you know how they turn out under Tim’s carefully guided directions. This recipe is a gift I will always treasure –
This ceramic basket was made by my Aunt V…
Rocky Neck State Park
This is why I love coastal living – oh, it’s true This Old House is about five miles inland, but we’re just a short drive from many shoreline parks, open year round, free through the winter months. Perfect for hikers, shell seekers, dog walkers, etc.
Today the guy and I put some effort into our better health regimen (read that as… holy cr*p, who put this spare tire here and what did you do with my waistline?) We went for a walk at Rocky Neck State Park in Old Lyme, CT.
“ Located on Long Island Sound in the town of East Lyme, 710-acre Rocky Neck is a popular recreation spot. The public now enjoys use of the park because of a few farsighted conservationists who secured the land in 1931, using their personal funds until the State Legislature authorized its purchase.”
A big round of applause, please, for those farsighted conservationists…
You’re welcome.
Christmas at the Farm
He says She says
How Stella got her groove back
Posted on FB today….HAPPY TAILS FROM THE DOG DAYS ADOPTION EVENT IN CLINTON, CT! This is Stella (formerly SPLEENY) with her new dad, Dave. Stella and Dave connected at Dog Days and… , wouldn’t ya know, they were the perfect match! Stella’s doing just great in her new home with her big brother, Eddie (he’s already very protective of her), and has made fast friends with EVERYONE at the dog park! Dave reports that, just as we all suspected, Stella is so smart and has such a keen hound nose that he’s thinking of training her to do search & rescue work! Congratulations, Stella, Dave and Eddie – happy life together!
A Betta Tale
My dad had fish tanks when we were little. He’d place a map behind them as “wallpaper”, and I picked out a treasure chest whose jewels glimmered and bubbled The real treasures were the fish, and the tranquility of watching their movements in the tank, the gurgle of the water as it flowed through the filter system.
Born in the sign of water, I’ve always been drawn to most things aquatic. Sharks and I don’t see eye to eye, and I sure hope we NEVER DO! … but fish have always been a part of my home. When we were first married and not yet adorned with children, we had a 50 gallon fresh water tank. I loved it, but we lived in a contemporary with big windows.. and the algae got to be a big hassle. We sold the tank and fish and I settled on a smaller goldfish tank. Life was good.. and the fish tank cleaning was easy.
Many years later, my husband has a very large cychlid tank in his office, my son has a golfish tank in his bedroom… remember Goldie?.. dumped by a family at the fairgrounds in the parking lot because his little baggie was leaking? Son picked him up and put him in his soda cup.. and he still thrives today with a buddy and algae eater.
As for me, I just love my bettas. They are so darn easy to take care of, never asking for much. You know my attraction to rescuing things if you read my blog very often, and to walk into a pet store and see this….
King is by far the biggest Betta I have ever seen… he is, in fact, a King Betta. Ruby is beautiful with long flowing fins, and he is an old man by Betta standards. We’ve had him since we moved in to This Old House. He has survived several tank changes and some weird fish fungus which rendered his right eye useless. He now cohabitates through a divider with King.
Santa has Minis this year!!
It’s a beautiful thing…
It never ceases to amaze me… we but up posters, we post to FB, people share and share again… but there’s no way to know how many people will come out, and pass the interviews and criteria…to adopt the shelter dogs. The support we get with adopters who show up, sometimes hours before we’re going to open the doors to the adoption event. is simply amazing. The volunteers are more than amazing.
Adopters have to go through a process if they find a dog they’d like to adopt. It ain’t easy. There’s an application form, then an interview, then a meeting with the vet and the trainer… if all goes well and everyone feels it’s a good fit for dog and new adopter, the rescue is paid the adoption fee (which includes spay or neuter, shots, worming) and off they go to their new home. Some are aggravated by the process… they just want to come in and grab the dog and go. But we wouldn’t be doing anyone justice, especially the dog… if we didn’t make sure there was a very good chance it was a safe home, a good fit.
Thirty three dogs got homes yesterday, just 15 or so left today. GO DOG DAYS!!! Clinton Petco, 11-4, although if all dogs are adopted before 4pm, the doors will close early.












