So Long Summertime!

August Roses
August Roses from my friend Tamara’s blog My Botanical Garden

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

― Sylvia Plath

Dear Reader:

Good bye August, I say, with a fair amount of enthusiasm! Fall has always been my favorite time of the year for these reasons:

  • School began in the fall and I loved being a student. So, this is a time for me to begin reading a series of books or enrolling in a class.
  • Is there anything better than a stroll among dry, crunchy leaves in a neighborhood made colorful by the changing season?
  • Orange leaves mean it’s time to begin buying Christmas presents.
  • Pumpkin bread, pumpkin lattes, pumpkin pie with lots of whipped cream. Enough said!

Hope you’ve all had a lovely summer and best wishes for a beautiful new season!

Michele

I’ll Just Do That Tomorrow!

 

Hunter Pence
What a stud! Hunter Pence whacked a double in the 11th to bring home the win. During the celebration, his teammates hugged him so tight his jersey was ripped open. I’m a fan! (And, yes, that is a Hunter Pence gnome in front of my t.v.!)

Dear Reader:

My husband left this morning for Fresno, California to rescue his mother, Mary, from the 102° heat and bring her home tomorrow to spend the week with us. Our weather is an absolutely perfect 73°. So, despite the fact that my mother in law’s knee is acting its age (88 years old), she is sure to enjoy simply sitting in our garden.

Just in case you didn’t get it:  I’m saying I’VE HAD THE WHOLE DAY TO MYSELF! I’ve had the entire house to myself. (Kinda, you’re never really alone when you have three dachshunds!) There was nothing on the calendar…nothing at all! Today was a rest day for me as I torched 800 calories in an hour yesterday at the gym. Then I ran errands and made my list for today. I was looking forward to getting a lot done before Mary’s arrival.  This is what I planned to do:

  1. Catch up on the laundry
  2. Clean out the hall closet
  3. Begin writing, if not the great American novel, a really lengthy, profound blog post
  4. Clean out my email inbox and my overflowing magazine basket
  5. And, finally, well, lots more cleaning and tidying…my mother in law is a very neat person; I am not.

But, you know, sometimes life just does not go as planned. After, strongly encouraging my husband to get an early start this morning, I fell into a leisurely, impromptu rhythm.  Here’s what I did:

  1. Made another pot of coffee
  2. Poured a cup and sipped it in the sun
  3. Caught up with a dear friend via email… we’re both writers who don’t love telephone conversation
  4. Made a quick lunch and settled in to watch the Giants game
  5. Heated up leftovers for my dinner and fed the dogs
  6. Read the N.Y. Times
  7. Called my husband to say “good-night” and tell him that I missed him
Max
Max is exhausted…
and so are the girls!

Sometimes the best days are the ones you don’t plan. However, tomorrow I do have plans! I’ll be up very early to begin working on that list!

When was the last time you had a day to yourself? What did you do?

Michele

P.S. I’d recommend viewing the shirt ripping for yourself.

A Princess is Born

 

Dear Reader:

The only way to watch a Royal Wedding is live on the BBC! The alarm went off at 2:30 a.m. and the preparations began. We put the kettle on, of course, and prepared proper English tea and (im)proper cucumber sandwiches.

We imagined it would be wonderful in every way, but could not have anticipated the palpable feeling of love and joy emanating from across the pond. As our country mourns another senseless school shooting, the Mother Country serves as an inspiration.

Cheers to THR the Duke and Duchess of Sussex!

Michele

 

Caveat Emptor!

 

Oops!
OMG…these socks are obscene!

 

Dear Reader:

Let the buyer beware is very good advice! I should have considered it before I impulsively picked up an innocent looking pair of socks sitting by the cash register and added it to my purchase of a very respectable t-shirt.

In my defense:

  • My daughter had returned to school after her Spring Break the day before and I was feeling sentimental and missing her.
  • Winnie had chewed up my “evening/bedtime socks” and I needed another pair.
  • They were wrapped in ribbon imprinted with the brand name MOTHER, MOTHER, MOTHER and folded so that you could only read “MOTHER”.

I really feel that the sales girl in the chic little shop on Ocean Avenue should have warned me. But, since she did not…Winnie’s got two new chew toys!

Michele