Thankful Turkeys

We get our turkey at the same farm in Guilford, CT every year.

These Turkeys are very Thankful.
They were dyed for the occasion
and so the Big Day will pass
 and they’ll be thrown back into the flock.

ThisTurkey?
Not so much.
He’s coming home with me.
This year there is much to be thankful for.
We are finally living in This Old House, the house of my dreams.
We are all here, all relatively healthy
Our Bailey dog is still among us despite the odds
and I have what I consider a blog family.
All of you who comment on my blog
whether it’s frequent or occasional,
I have so enjoyed getting to know you
and your corners of the earth.
I’m Thankful for you too.
And Aleve..I’m very thankful for Aleve,
cause without it this sciatica would drive me nutz.

For each new morning with its light,

For rest and shelter of the night,

For health and food, for love and friends,

For everything Thy goodness sends.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I must be getting old

  Is it just me or is my age showing?  I am not fond of this not-so- new and wildly popular trend in TV viewing – in particular, Reality TV.   It seems to thrive on the exploitation of all the weaknesses of the human race – like general stupidity and selfishness and superficial material worship among other things.  I don’t blame the participants…No.. I blame the people who came up with these shows AND the viewers who make them so wildly popular.  The reality stars are just making a living.

 I’m sure you’ve all heard of Jersey Shore by now, because it’s beyond wildly popular..and I just have to laugh out loud.  It’s my old stomping grounds from back in the day.

A conversation with my 14 year old:

Him:  Mom, did you ever hear of Jersey Shore?  It’s so cool, you gotta see it. There’s this girl.. Snookie?…

Me: Yes, I know the show. Actually, I know the place, intimately!

Him:  YOU DO NOT. …Jersey SHORE??… were you ever, like, THERE?….

Me:  Yeah, I was theah.  As many weekends as I cud get theah.  It’s wheah we hung ou
 (“t” is silent heah,  and you say the first pawt of “out” hawd and fast and end it quick) 

Him:  You Did Not. OMG you’re talking LIKE THAT!!!

Me:  Yeah so wut.  Go pahk the caw faw me and don’t step in the wahta outside the daw.

Him:  Mom, STOP, you sound so WEIRD.

Me:  Whateva

Can you hear me now?

  Actually, you don’t have to… because I’ll probably just send you a text. Hopefully not while driving or having dinner with my family. But if I’m being honest here, I can’t even guarantee that.  And that’s what has me concerned, for a lot of reasons.

 I left the house yesterday morning with a list of errands. About 15 minutes down the road I realized I had left my cell phone at home. A wave of panic flew over me and I actually contemplated adding a half hour onto my drive time just to get the damn cell phone.  And that made me think.  Ten years ago I did not own a cell phone.  Communication was basically land line at the house, snail mail and  WOW NEW THING – E_MAIL!…and that was awesome…and sufficient!   How did I become so attached to my cell phone ? (now an iphone, which I love and can’t imagine living without ). 

  To be fair, what I love about it the most is the clear communication of text because I’m hearing impaired and it’s easier.  Even more importantly, there’s the access to my kids, especially when they are out and I want to check on them.   But even THIS has it’s down side for me.  Because now that I have “instant access” to the knowledge of their wellbeing and whereabouts (within reason, I’m not stupid)  …sometimes, if they aren’t near their phone or it’s turned off.. there’s a new wave of panic, and that’s just silly.  I do remember my own childhood, afterall, when there were no cell phones.  Basically after breakfast on weekends we did our chores begrudgingly, and headed out into the neighborhood.  “Be back when the streetlights come on”… said my mother.  When I was a teen, I’de have track meets after school.  I’de get on a city bus that would take me to where I had to go, come home at some point and that’s when I’de touch base with my mom again.  That’s it!  It worked and I’m still here to blog about it.   In raising my own children I wouldn’t call myself a “helicopter parent”.. but in some ways and thanks to cell phone technology, I suppose that shoe fits.

   I don’t generally text and drive. I preach this to my kids on a regular basis.  Honesty hitting me square in the face again and forcing me to come clean, though… not long ago MY SON said to me.. “Mom, stop texting and driving”… and I looked over and said “I’m not, I”m just reading a text ____ sent me”… and he said “SAME THING!  If you saw me doing that when I get my license you’de scream at me”.   and he’s right!.   That conversation shamed me… how can I preach safety to my kids if I’m not practicing what I preach.  I’m glad my son called me on it, and every time I’m tempted I remember that conversation.   I’m sorry it had to happen in the first place.  

   Not long ago we were sitting in a Texas Long Horn restaurant. Across the isle were another family.. five children ages approx. 7-18 and two adults.  ALL of them… all of them… were texting continuously, rarely stopping to throw a sentence at  each other.  This continued for a full hour until they got up and left. When I walk down a city street (I noticed this in NYC)  people are texting, talking, reading while walking.  Totally connected to whoever it is on the other end of their gadget… totally DISconnected from the world around them. I see teens gathered at sports events, standing together but silent.. texting someone somewhere else.  NOT connecting with each other. What is this going to do to the new generation’s ability to socialize, interact face-to-face?  We’ve become so -connected- we’re not even speaking to the person next to us or enjoying the moment we are living in, doing whatever it is we are doing in that moment. Even on my recent rail trail ride on my horse… I had the cell phone in use, even though I was enjoying a beautiful day with two friends on a scenic ride in a new place.  

It’s ironic, this new world of total connection.

Where is this all leading?.. because it’s not going away. We do have the power to put the phone down, though.. and it’s something I’m going to try to do more often.

 All photos courtesy google and whoever took them.
 

Sundance

  This man could not have been more beautiful…although, I’m saddened to see what he’s done to his face in recent years.  Personally?..I think he should have allowed it to age gracefully.  Just sayin.

His beauty is more than skin deep though, and not everyone knows it.
 One of my favorite catalogs tells some of his story…
and the company itself is one of his creations.
These are the things I’m coveting this morning….
Although it ain’t cheap, now and then I treat myself to
just one thing.  Today’s not one of those days, but there’s no harm
in window shopping,now is there?
Love these jeans, wish I could look that fantastical in them.
A beautiful scarf… love the color and pattern, but I’ve never been good at “wearing” them.
I wonder why some people do it well, and others look like they’re just trying.
Hand warmers!! Totally non-essential, fingerless, no less… but I love them anyway.
*love*
I’de like to have these in my closet for those days when
I feel like getting down with my bad-ass self. 
One of the most affordable pieces in this series, a simple ring trio
Now off to the real world. 🙂  Have a good day –

Shark Week

  It’s here again… and is it me or does Shark Week seem to be growing.. to like, a month long festival..just to torment me.

   My fear was first ignited with the  1975 movie  JAWS.. which was hideously irresistable to my friends and I  in the midst of our glorious adolescense.   (Sort of like The Exorcist, but we won’t even go there…)     Back in the day, the book was considered risque due to the skinny dip scene and the resulting ravaged and naked torso of the unfortunate young woman who’s hand was found sticking up out of the sand in the opening scenes. 

The  three mechanical sharks used in the first  Jaws movie were named Bruce
… after Steven Speilberg’s lawyer.   It never occurred to me while I watched that movie again and again…that the shark was fake.  
My family and I vacation on Martha’s Vineyard when we can get there, and every time we visit, we stop at the Shark bridge and watch the young people jump off into the cool blue waters.  I’m a swimmer. I’de like to do this myself!… but.. I.. just..can’t.  It’s where the film was shot, you know.  Bruce might still come for revenge..they didn’t kill him in one, two or three…and I didn’t have the guts to see four.

 Some things you may not know about Sharks:

* They’ve been around for about 400 million years – long before dinosaurs even existed.”
I can appreciate their resilience, really!.. but I think I’d rather live with dinosaurs.  At least we know how to wipe them out.  Just sayin.

“Sharks have the most powerful jaws on the planet.”
Wonderful.

“Sharks never run out of teeth – when one is lost another spins forward from the rows of backup teeth.”
I think Newt Gingrich has the same affliction.

“A shark may use over 20,000 teeth during its life.”
On unsuspecting surfers, divers, small boat operators,  swimmers and those poor harbor seals, I’m sure.

Now, what got me going on this tangent, you might ask?  

THIS VIDEO.. of a crazy surfer dude who decided to go back out after he had already escaped the damn things… and film them. Alone.   If I were there at that moment, I’de die of an instant panic attack, an easy lunch for Bruce.

Check out this great MSN Video: Surfer Encounters Sharks

THIS JUST IN:  Mark of  Marks Rants and Raves   gave me this little bit of pertinent information:

“Falling coconuts kill 150 people worldwide each year, 15 times the number of fatalities attributable to sharks,” said George Burgess, Director of the University of Florida’s International Shark Attack File and a noted shark researcher.   “The reality is that, on the list of potential dangers encountered in aquatic recreation, sharks are right at the bottom of the list. ”

So..while you THINK you’re safe under the palm trees in your comfy beach chair, far from the terrors of the Great White Grip… there just might be a killer coconut dangling overhead….

I’ll take my chances with the nut, thank you.

It’s the Real Thing

  Wouldn’t it be grand if just sipping a bottle of Coke could solve the world’s problems?  I believed it back in the 70’s, and I think my grandmother did too. We often had a weekend dinner and sometimes a sleepover on Bard Avenue. The very first thing I did when I stepped into her little galley kitchen was grab a coke out of the fridge.   She was brand-faithful, meaning there were certain things she’de always have in her house, never switching brands.  Coke, Ivory Soap, Laughing Cow Cheese and Jean-Nate Body Splash were among them.

HISTORY: Coke was invented in 1886 by Doctor John Pemberton,  a pharmacist from Atlanta, Georgia. He concocted the Coca Cola formula in a three legged brass kettle in his backyard. The name was a suggestion given by John Pemberton’s bookkeeper Frank Robinson. Frank Robinson also had excellent penmanship. It was he who first scripted “Coca Cola” into the flowing letters which has become the famous logo of today.

Coca -Cola was first sold to the public at the soda fountain in Jacob’s Pharmacy in Atlanta. Until 1905, the soft drink, marketed as a tonic, contained extracts of cocaine as well as the caffeine-rich kola nut. In 1887, another Atlanta pharmacist and businessman, Asa Candler bought the formula for Coca Cola from inventor John Pemberton for $2,300. By the late 1890s, Coca Cola was one of America’s most popular fountain drinks, largely due to Candler’s aggressive marketing of the product. With Asa Candler, now at the helm, the Coca Cola Company increased syrup sales by over 4000% between 1890 and 1900.

Advertising was an important factor in John Pemberton and Asa Candler’s success and by the turn of the century, the drink was sold across the United States and Canada. Around the same time, the company began selling syrup to independent bottling companies licensed to sell the drink. Even today, the US soft drink industry is organized on this principle.
Until the 1960s, both small town and big city dwellers enjoyed carbonated beverages at the local soda fountain or ice cream saloon. Often housed in the drug store, the soda fountain counter served as a meeting place for people of all ages. Often combined with lunch counters, the soda fountain declined in popularity as commercial ice cream, bottled soft drinks, and fast food restaurants became popular.On April 23, 1985, the trade secret “New Coke” formula was released.
Today, products of the Coca Cola Company are consumed at the rate of more than one billion drinks per day. 
That’s nuts. But you know what?  To this day, I still have Coke in the house for whenever someone’s got a sour stomach. The bottom line is, even though it’s loaded with sugar and there is no nutritional value… it still really works as a tonic.  

This morning I went to Target for cleaning supplies and really unnecessary stuff  for This Old House. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the logo…

  This is why I love Target… $12.99 and you, too, can have a vintage Coca Cola Tee.   I’de like to submit this photo to Snappy Di, who periodically posts “What Boomers Are Wearing” pics… Diane, I’m ALMOST a boomer, just two years shy of it..and this is what I wear almost always.  A tee and worn jeans. These have rips and frays, much to my delight and my husband’s chagrin.

As for the concept of being brand-faithful, my grandmother had something. You can still find Coke, Ivory Soap, Jean Nate and Laughing Cow Cheese in your grocery story.  I’ll admit I went to the other side for a while, but I eventually came back to Coca Cola.

  Although it hasn’t done for ME what it apparently does for HER…..

Aww shucks.

 Connie of Hartwood Roses  bestowed this lovely award upon me today. Thank you, Connie… for taking the time out of your more than hectic rose-growing, family raising, house renovation filled life to read my ramblings.  I guess I should let you know since we’ve become blog friends that I’ve been coveting your jeep for a while now.  *ahem*  
 I’de like to extend that thank you to everyone who reads and comments on occasion, I love hearing what you have to say and I especially enjoy checking up on your world too…
So.. I’m supposed to tell you 10 things that I love… hard to narrow that down! The given is my family.

I love spending time outdoors with my dogs…

I love walking along the beach on a cool summer evening…this is Elbow Beach in Bermuda a few years back…. it doesn’t get any better…. 
inhale devour candy apples during fair season…
I love old glass doorknobs on doors with more than a few coats of paint beginning to peel….
My favorite holiday is Halloween… some of my greatest memories of my children’s earlier years are the trick-or-treating walks in the evening autumn air, the smell of damp leaves,  giggles and flashlights…
 I love jeeps… this one would be really awesome. I had a jeep laredo for six years. When it came time to trade her in, we had to pull over about a mile from the dealership.  I cried.  And cried.  And my husband thought I was nuts.  Finally pulled in to the dealership to pick up the new vehicle – a 4runner – HATED IT… and felt like such a traitor.  I cried again as I handed over the keys.  There are some things you should never give up, I believe that jeep was one of them.  *sigh* 
Barn swallows are among my favorite birds…
I love Martha’s Vineyard… for a hundred reasons…
I love glass paperweights… have been collecting them for years… this is a Peter Raos, one of my favorite glass artists…
Horses have been a great love of mine since way before I lived anywhere near one.  This is my horse, Opie…  a trail ride with Opie is my therapist couch.
Now I’de like to bestowe this award on a few talented bloggers who I enjoy following…
Ms. Anthropy, Sarcastic Granny  (oh no, Ms. A… you’de better get busy.. bestowed twice!)