Grateful Friday

Today I give thanks for...

spring and i usually don't say that, 40's one day and 60's the next, snow and thunderstorms in the same day reminding me that mother nature is fickle. st paddy's day, remembering and toasting mcgurk, making the must makes...shepherd's pie and soda bread, sunday afternoon reubens with jess washed down with a miller lite, wearing our green - hazel's eyes win- sporting shamrocks. march madness, cheering on our badgers and supporting the tar heel in the fam. the many faces of gus...one cuter than the next. evening walks. showy sunsets, the herd of deer that escaped the lone coyote as we bore witness with bated breath. chipmunks awake and chirping just to let us know. robin brigades taking over he yard. rainbow-colored tulips and sunny daffodils, roots getting ready to add color to our world. the crazy, beautiful, bountiful world. wide. lils...here and there, afar...and as close as a a few rings away. glimpses...into her travels, the future, what's important. dreams (night and day), sleep, peace. the sunrise like clockwork every day, the first cuppa, the way each day unfolds with its each fancy and whim. the idea of ebb and flow, osmosis, manifest destiny, just do it. just say it...the whole truth, i love you because,  i'm sorry with no but, always always thank you.

Grateful Friday

Today I give thanks for...

Evening walks. The days are getting longer and the wind warmer. I kinda like going it alone, but often one or both of my boys will want to come along and that's good too.

My brother and sister-in-law met Lils in Madrid last weekend. She soaked up the family time and some first class travel. And even though it was raining, they were smiling in all their pix. Thankfully, Barcelona was perfectly sunny for their stay in what is Lil's city now. This weekend they are in Paris and Lily is in Florence visiting her oldest friend.

Countdown is on. I'm still living vicariously, but not for much longer.

Lily and Grace in Florence and friends who knew you when. The girlies were besties in K4, and then went to different schools in K5. While they stayed in touch, they really reconnected in high school. 

Two girls. One steak.

 

Lily's trying all the things after only eating chicken for years.

 

 

 

Two dates with my guy last weekend. Dinner out Saturday and then a little happy hour after sitting Shiva for my friend's dear father...my friend who I've known and loved since 7th grade. Yea, one of those.

 

Vionics. I finally found the perfect pair (or 6) for traveling: cute and comfortable. I got them on sale, but I still cannot justify keeping them all and I certainly can't bring them. It's a good problem to have.

February girl's birthday brunch. We haven't hosted since Christmas. I didn't realize how much I missed i until I was in it. Planning, cooking, decorating was a lot of fun. My Croquet Madams were deliciously decadent, but the birthday cake I made for my girls was the star. I'd forgotten the perfection that is this Strawberries and Cream Cake. It's so good that I'm making another one this weekend.

Setting the table pretty.

Using the good china and crystal.

Fresh flowers. 

Men who can cook...Mike's deviled eggs. Everyone loves them. Most of all me especially when garnished with potato chips. OMG!

Baking. Whether I'm celebrating or comforting, it's the way I show I care. When I bake you a cake, I'm giving you a hug. I was happy to give a couple hugs this week.

 

This face.

 

Sister Hazel. My constant companion.

 

 

M&M. Manny and Meryl. 

On My Mind Monday

 Always go to the funeral means that I have to do the right thing when I really, really don't feel like it. I have to remind myself of it when I could make some small gesture, but I don't really have to and I definitely don't want to. I'm talking about those things that represent only an inconvenience to me, but the world to the other guy. You know, the painfully under-attended birthday party. The hospital visit during happy hour. The Shiva call for one of my ex's uncles. In my humdrum life, the daily battle hasn't been good versus evil. It's hardly so epic. Most days, my real battle is doing good versus nothing.

~ Deidre Sullivan

Grateful Friday

I've been keeping a daily gratitude list in the lovely planner Meryl gifted me this Christmas. Perhaps that's the reason I've skipped coming here, but there is never enough thanks giving and so I'm here to profess that which I'm grateful for today...

The idea that feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. Who does that?

The thought that sometimes surprise is just another word for God. Beautiful.

Last Friday's champs with Candace. I had two bottles of bubbles chilling (literally and figuratively) since before the holidays and we finally got together and drank them both. We didn't set out to and then we did because we were having such a good time catching up.

And this old photo she sent me. We are with my mom in Ixtapa, Mexico at the beautiful Westin Brisas a lifetime ago. Long ago, far away and yet so very close to my heart.

Celebrating Ashley last Sunday. We had a cozy brunch at River Wildlife. Our table was right next to the fire. The tenderloin Shephard's pie was the money bite and the warm molasses cake reminded me and Brad of Mom. We got a warm welcome at Times Remembered where we stopped for a good old Miller toast...not a tap, at Amy's insistence.

 

Country roads and late winter sunsets peaking through the trees. Old barns decorated with American flags. Wide open fields. Open windows for a dose of fresh air. Freedom. Promise. Hope on the horizon.

 

 

Another birthday brunch this weekend for 2 of my 3 February girls. Unfortunately, Meryl works on Sunday and cannot join us, but I sent her home with her very own Red Velvet cake the last time she was here.

Hosting. It's good reason to put away the remaining holiday decor, deep clean the house and buy fresh flowers. 

A recent girl's night out with Sue. I bought tickets to the NYC Contemporary Ballet on a whim. We both enjoyed the athletic, eccentric performance as well as the wine and pizza at The St Kate before and we agreed that we should do more of this...going out...spontaneity. 

Music. I've been loving the Sirius Radio in my car, and while I'm not on the road much, it is a mood booster to croon even for a few minutes. I'm slowly weening myself from constant talk radio.

My Vitronic. Last weekend we sat in the living room listening to records and I felt like a teenager. The sound isn't great, but it was worth the nostalgia.

Lily is in Paris. She booked it last minute because plans changed and she almost didn't, but I convinced her that never in her life will she be able to spend a weekend in Paris for $300. She's halfway through her trip and we'll see her in less than a month. This has been such a life affirming experience. I know she's learned more than she has in any classroom. Yes, about travel and the world, but also about herself. 

 

 

 Cat candids.

My dog Gus, a feline garbage can. And yes, he'll eat pizza and salad.