I find ways to stretch the months in-between posts and normally when something noteworthy (at least to me) happens I always write about it somewhere. Today is no different. Today is special. Why, you might ask? Well, today, my new granddaughter is a week old and what a week it has been! Easter Sunday, my oldest daughter went into labor and just an hour and a half after midnight the following day, delivered the world's most beautiful child. Of course I'm biased but regardless, this is a child of grace and beauty. She also has a set of lungs on her that will move a mountain, so even in her small, sweet state, I respect that about her and am not going to make her mad any time soon. Besides, it gives me excuses to endlessly hold and rock her.
Her first day in this crazy world, she cried pretty much all day long - a test of patience on all around her but my poor daughter and son-in-law, exhausted from a long labor, were wondering what exactly they had gotten themselves into and where was the re-homing clause that one has with, say a cat? Little sweet girl, wise obviously beyond her years, figured she had challenged the troops enough for a good while and the remainder of her first week, she was an angel. I guess there is such a thing as a traumatic birth experience and baby Nora must have been working through that her first day with us. She now does what any good little baby should - eats, sleeps, is in need of a diaper change or two and smiles what others say is just gas but Nana knows better. This little genius baby girl is already smiling at me - you see, we already have our own language that we speak. The language of sheer love and devotion and I already cannot imagine life without her. I can hardly wait to bake cookies with her. Isn't that what good grandmother's do?
I better start with my weight loss plan because I intend on eating plenty of cookie dough that little Nora makes...
Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
The Day AFTER Valentine's Day
I have reasons for having never liking Valentine's Day but they aren't what you might think. First, I despise the red/pink combinations that are ever-present in all stores and in all ways in the days leading up to that day. Secondly and far more important to the topic, shouldn't there be 365 days of love in the world? Instead of only one day dedicated to the ideal of love, let's work on the rest of the year starting with today - the day AFTER Valentine's Day. And this way, nobody in one fell swoop can ever ruin it for you either.
I believe that disappointments in life are a result of unrealized expectations. I've learned to be simply surprised and then ultimately pleased when something good happens instead of always setting my sights too high. It also allows me to be grateful for the experience, rather than disappointed that I didn't get what I somehow believed to be an entitled part of my life. We create our experiences, and, as such, our disappointments. But it takes fortitude to have the courage to give up on the expectation part of life.
How often do we expect the perfect holiday, only to be disappointed when it did not happen, not only in the way we imagined, but in ways beyond our belief? Wouldn't we all be better served to plan well, keep our mouths shut and learn to have gratitude the size of Mount Everest? I work hard at attitude....sometimes not the positive kind but my resolutions have led me to believe that what won't kill you will truly make you stronger, learning from the experience is the only answer and moving forward - knowing that the past cannot be changed and regrets are a waste of time are our only choices.
We get no do-overs in this life.
I believe that disappointments in life are a result of unrealized expectations. I've learned to be simply surprised and then ultimately pleased when something good happens instead of always setting my sights too high. It also allows me to be grateful for the experience, rather than disappointed that I didn't get what I somehow believed to be an entitled part of my life. We create our experiences, and, as such, our disappointments. But it takes fortitude to have the courage to give up on the expectation part of life.
How often do we expect the perfect holiday, only to be disappointed when it did not happen, not only in the way we imagined, but in ways beyond our belief? Wouldn't we all be better served to plan well, keep our mouths shut and learn to have gratitude the size of Mount Everest? I work hard at attitude....sometimes not the positive kind but my resolutions have led me to believe that what won't kill you will truly make you stronger, learning from the experience is the only answer and moving forward - knowing that the past cannot be changed and regrets are a waste of time are our only choices.
We get no do-overs in this life.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Black Friday....Ughh...
I've always wondered what the big deal is with Black Friday. Is it really enjoyable to camp out in line (actually, I did this once for a house but we were warm and comfy on a conference room floor in a hotel, thank you and the result was a new house and pick of our lot) in below comfortable temperatures just to save a dime? Truthfully the only reason I'd consider this is if my child had sat wide-eyed and giddy on that jolly old fella's lap and asked innocently for some toy that couldn't be found anywhere. Only then would I brave the cold and the fearless.
I remember back in high school, there was a once-yearly sale that would have landed me a suede coat at an amazing bargain price. It turned out that my mother dragged my brother and me to my aunt's house for the weekend so we wouldn't be there on sale day and to surprise me, my boyfriend-turned husband-now ex after 24 years, chose to go, for me, as a surprise. He barely came out alive with all the women and girls fighting him for the coat. His mother ended up with it because after the vicious attacks, he was left with a size 12 - and I was more like a 2 so even though I tried hard to love it, you couldn't find me in it...The gesture was lovely and it certainly prepared me for later years and bargain hunting. To this day, I won't go in for the kill.
Today, against my will, I was dragged to Walmart, almost convinced that the pet crate I was about to purchase at Petsmart was going to be such a better price there. Black Friday and WalMart are two words one should be placed in jail for even saying. I knew we were in for trouble, just driving in circles in the parking lot. Eventually, I got out and we did a Chinese firedrill of sorts, and my friend drove my car around while I went in. He did find a space and joined me later but not soon enough to curb my bad attitude. You couldn't manuever a cart, much less your body and finally making our way to the pet department, the items in question were more, not less, expensive than Petsmart's. I shook my head in disgust because it goes against my religion in the first place to even step foot in Walmart and here I was, in the place of disdain, on Black Friday.
Needless to say, we left without purchase, which means we also left without incident. I got out of there in the nick of time - before I embarrassed myself or him. I truly hate that place. I'm convinced they are not cheaper, just a perception they've marketed for nicely for themselves and there may be that one item that has been advertised to draw you in but once there you are in their tangled web of deceipt. Prices are not cheaper...and many of the folks that shop there are not educated enough to realize that they might do okay on a few items but overall it is no great bargain. Like I said, they have mastered marketing 101 and have convinced the American public they are the best game in town.
I say, with pride, that even if they were found to be cheaper, I'd avoid them anyway. I'd rather pay more and stear clear of that place than get a bargain and come out hating life.
Have I mentioned I hate Walmart and Black Friday?
I remember back in high school, there was a once-yearly sale that would have landed me a suede coat at an amazing bargain price. It turned out that my mother dragged my brother and me to my aunt's house for the weekend so we wouldn't be there on sale day and to surprise me, my boyfriend-turned husband-now ex after 24 years, chose to go, for me, as a surprise. He barely came out alive with all the women and girls fighting him for the coat. His mother ended up with it because after the vicious attacks, he was left with a size 12 - and I was more like a 2 so even though I tried hard to love it, you couldn't find me in it...The gesture was lovely and it certainly prepared me for later years and bargain hunting. To this day, I won't go in for the kill.
Today, against my will, I was dragged to Walmart, almost convinced that the pet crate I was about to purchase at Petsmart was going to be such a better price there. Black Friday and WalMart are two words one should be placed in jail for even saying. I knew we were in for trouble, just driving in circles in the parking lot. Eventually, I got out and we did a Chinese firedrill of sorts, and my friend drove my car around while I went in. He did find a space and joined me later but not soon enough to curb my bad attitude. You couldn't manuever a cart, much less your body and finally making our way to the pet department, the items in question were more, not less, expensive than Petsmart's. I shook my head in disgust because it goes against my religion in the first place to even step foot in Walmart and here I was, in the place of disdain, on Black Friday.
Needless to say, we left without purchase, which means we also left without incident. I got out of there in the nick of time - before I embarrassed myself or him. I truly hate that place. I'm convinced they are not cheaper, just a perception they've marketed for nicely for themselves and there may be that one item that has been advertised to draw you in but once there you are in their tangled web of deceipt. Prices are not cheaper...and many of the folks that shop there are not educated enough to realize that they might do okay on a few items but overall it is no great bargain. Like I said, they have mastered marketing 101 and have convinced the American public they are the best game in town.
I say, with pride, that even if they were found to be cheaper, I'd avoid them anyway. I'd rather pay more and stear clear of that place than get a bargain and come out hating life.
Have I mentioned I hate Walmart and Black Friday?
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Saturday...oh the rain of it.
Rain always brings about in me a huge desire to stay cocooned in my cozy place - curled up with either a good book I've been dying to find time for, with my dogs and a hot cup of something (coffee in the morning and tea at night) or cooking a nice pot of something that smells far better than ultimately it tastes.
I always find humor in being snuggled under an afghan with the air conditioning on in the midst of a summer's rain and now it just feels normal to do so since the temps have dropped as we find ourselves in Fall's peak. With the drop in Fahrenheit, I've learned what the experts feel brings about flu season. The desire for this knowledge came about from a conversation with my daughter, who is expecting her first child and currently fighting the H1N1 flu virus that the mainstream media is hell-bent on causing near hysteria over. I'm not suggesting the fear isn't real, I merely want to point out that the power of suggestion has always been a factor in mental and physical health and believing you are going to catch something pretty much sums up that the final result will be yes, you will.
Getting back to the reasons for a flu virus's thriving in cooler temps, my nickel research told me that the virus requires more humidity to grow and the fact that we lock ourselves up during the winter months with no fresh air to speak of in our homes makes our germs more air-borne and hence easier to transmit from one person to another. And there is all that hand-shaking that takes place as well. You've got to love the art of bowing as a greeting. Keeps those germs at bay.
I've even gotten a chuckle over the little jar of hand-sanitizer I now carry with me. I sat looking at it the other day perched on my desk and was planning on using it when I realized that I was going to be handling it with dirty hands - meaning the outside would be germ ridden after I was done and I'd use it and then have to handle the container again. Made me wonder if it was all a waste of time. But then I often wonder about things. My kids call it quieting the little people who must be responsible for my thoughts since they don't think mine are normal!!
Anyway, back to rainy days and weekends, in particular, where it is hard to find energy for simple tasks that are on my to-do lists and this rainy day is no exception. Instead of doing lists, I've read blogs and newspaper articles, researched the flu, decided what to knit for my upcoming grandchild, found a new recipe for a wonderful merlot sauce, untangled the new ball of yarn that my dog unwound and dragged out into the rain and mud (thanks Henry) and realized that another day has bitten the dust and I still have that broken closet rod that fell a week ago to deal with and all those odd-sized clothes that need bagging and giving away. Basically I've concluded that I've totally enjoyed the day by doing exactly as I pleased with no one to give me grief for doing so. Okay, so Jonas nagged me a bit earlier wanting to give me help with the attic that I've been meaning to tackle f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Jonas claims he has never met anyone like me. I am thinking he didn't mean it as a compliment.
What's another day anyway in the big scheme of things? If I stall long enough, the Christmas decorations in boxes, still sitting in the hallway upstairs from last year, will be handy to pull out this year. It reminds me of the age-old question, why do we make our beds when we are only going to get in them again that evening? My daughter may have had it right when, as a child, she would make her bed and sleep on top so as not to mess it up. Begs the question....who made all these societal rules anyway?
Etiquette and societal norms - a man once asked me why women wanted their car doors opened for them when they were perfectly capable of doing it themselves. How do you explain this rationally?
Guess I want the man who understands my need for him to open my car door and what makes that special. But my rational mind says it is silly. But so are diamonds if that is the logic. And I'm not giving up on the notion that diamonds are my friend.
How did I go from rain to car doors? It is easy to explain. My mind wanders. I wonder, as I get older, if my mind will calm some as I age or if the degeneration of cells will cause some neuroblastic transformation and I'll be able to light rockets with the spark. That is a debate for another time, I'm sure.
Enjoy the rain, DC'ers...I'm grateful to be alive, able to see, hear and smell it. And, if I'm honest, very thankful that I can use it as an excuse to stay home.
I always find humor in being snuggled under an afghan with the air conditioning on in the midst of a summer's rain and now it just feels normal to do so since the temps have dropped as we find ourselves in Fall's peak. With the drop in Fahrenheit, I've learned what the experts feel brings about flu season. The desire for this knowledge came about from a conversation with my daughter, who is expecting her first child and currently fighting the H1N1 flu virus that the mainstream media is hell-bent on causing near hysteria over. I'm not suggesting the fear isn't real, I merely want to point out that the power of suggestion has always been a factor in mental and physical health and believing you are going to catch something pretty much sums up that the final result will be yes, you will.
Getting back to the reasons for a flu virus's thriving in cooler temps, my nickel research told me that the virus requires more humidity to grow and the fact that we lock ourselves up during the winter months with no fresh air to speak of in our homes makes our germs more air-borne and hence easier to transmit from one person to another. And there is all that hand-shaking that takes place as well. You've got to love the art of bowing as a greeting. Keeps those germs at bay.
I've even gotten a chuckle over the little jar of hand-sanitizer I now carry with me. I sat looking at it the other day perched on my desk and was planning on using it when I realized that I was going to be handling it with dirty hands - meaning the outside would be germ ridden after I was done and I'd use it and then have to handle the container again. Made me wonder if it was all a waste of time. But then I often wonder about things. My kids call it quieting the little people who must be responsible for my thoughts since they don't think mine are normal!!
Anyway, back to rainy days and weekends, in particular, where it is hard to find energy for simple tasks that are on my to-do lists and this rainy day is no exception. Instead of doing lists, I've read blogs and newspaper articles, researched the flu, decided what to knit for my upcoming grandchild, found a new recipe for a wonderful merlot sauce, untangled the new ball of yarn that my dog unwound and dragged out into the rain and mud (thanks Henry) and realized that another day has bitten the dust and I still have that broken closet rod that fell a week ago to deal with and all those odd-sized clothes that need bagging and giving away. Basically I've concluded that I've totally enjoyed the day by doing exactly as I pleased with no one to give me grief for doing so. Okay, so Jonas nagged me a bit earlier wanting to give me help with the attic that I've been meaning to tackle f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Jonas claims he has never met anyone like me. I am thinking he didn't mean it as a compliment.
What's another day anyway in the big scheme of things? If I stall long enough, the Christmas decorations in boxes, still sitting in the hallway upstairs from last year, will be handy to pull out this year. It reminds me of the age-old question, why do we make our beds when we are only going to get in them again that evening? My daughter may have had it right when, as a child, she would make her bed and sleep on top so as not to mess it up. Begs the question....who made all these societal rules anyway?
Etiquette and societal norms - a man once asked me why women wanted their car doors opened for them when they were perfectly capable of doing it themselves. How do you explain this rationally?
Guess I want the man who understands my need for him to open my car door and what makes that special. But my rational mind says it is silly. But so are diamonds if that is the logic. And I'm not giving up on the notion that diamonds are my friend.
How did I go from rain to car doors? It is easy to explain. My mind wanders. I wonder, as I get older, if my mind will calm some as I age or if the degeneration of cells will cause some neuroblastic transformation and I'll be able to light rockets with the spark. That is a debate for another time, I'm sure.
Enjoy the rain, DC'ers...I'm grateful to be alive, able to see, hear and smell it. And, if I'm honest, very thankful that I can use it as an excuse to stay home.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Tintalating Tales
Wow, it has been a long time since my last post. And as is surprising to me always, I managed to capture the essence of what I was feeling in that last entry in a way that honored the experience. I continue to be grateful for many gifts I've been blessed with and many people in my life who love and respect me. Sometimes, like most, I wonder why.
I digress. How many times in our lives do we feel we are not deserving of the blessings we've been given? I know I am not a lone wolf in this feeling and yet am overwhelmed sometimes in the feeling that often represents itself in guilt. For what I do not know. I know I try my hardest at life and sometimes I fall so miserable short of where I want to land yet know that it is the journey that really is the goal. In that goal mirrors our paths whether or not taken willingly or pushed along by some force of nature (or a good friend who knows us better than we know ourselves) and we have no choice but to learn the lesson.
Or do we? How many times must we fail, fall, our bounce back from ourselves? I have long surpassed the nine lives theory and must be on my fifty-second effort toward fixing the same tired problem, at least. When do we learn our lessons? I am one that needs to be hard hit over and over to finally realize that I am the problem. Darned if I don't follow myself everywhere I go. I can move to a new house, find that fabulous new coat or get a trendy haircut and I'm still the same underneath. So I'd better enjoy my own company and respect myself enough to do the right things for the right reasons. In the long run, only I lose if I fail to act appropriately.
The lesson for me is to stay the course. And if necessary, make that mid-course correction to get back on track. Action works. Wallowing has not yet served me well.
I digress. How many times in our lives do we feel we are not deserving of the blessings we've been given? I know I am not a lone wolf in this feeling and yet am overwhelmed sometimes in the feeling that often represents itself in guilt. For what I do not know. I know I try my hardest at life and sometimes I fall so miserable short of where I want to land yet know that it is the journey that really is the goal. In that goal mirrors our paths whether or not taken willingly or pushed along by some force of nature (or a good friend who knows us better than we know ourselves) and we have no choice but to learn the lesson.
Or do we? How many times must we fail, fall, our bounce back from ourselves? I have long surpassed the nine lives theory and must be on my fifty-second effort toward fixing the same tired problem, at least. When do we learn our lessons? I am one that needs to be hard hit over and over to finally realize that I am the problem. Darned if I don't follow myself everywhere I go. I can move to a new house, find that fabulous new coat or get a trendy haircut and I'm still the same underneath. So I'd better enjoy my own company and respect myself enough to do the right things for the right reasons. In the long run, only I lose if I fail to act appropriately.
The lesson for me is to stay the course. And if necessary, make that mid-course correction to get back on track. Action works. Wallowing has not yet served me well.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Thursday's Thoughts
As I sit here waiting for the second half of the termite team to arrive, I wonder why on earth I listened to that man - the one whose heart I thought sincere and whose mind I easily came to respect. He gave advice on how to handle a termite infestation and like most of what he represented, it was bogus. It is a great lesson on how to deliver a sales pitch - deliver it like you absolutely have the final authority on any topic, treat another as if they are crazy to question you and there is nothing that will stand in your way of success. Yes, I did learn much from that man...I just never expected to learn a lesson in brilliance.
Indeed, this brings me to question the meaning of brilliance. A song may be delivered in brilliance, bringing an audience to tears. A baby in the womb is evidence of God's brilliance - perfect and complete in every way. And evil can be brilliant as was evident in this man. He used others for his own personal enjoyment. He was a fool's master. With that having been said, let it also be known that the lesson learned is that one must follow their intuition. That baseline gut feeling that tells you something does not feel right must be honored. I believe that intuition is a gift we all possess but are not finely tuned enough to realize its signficance, often until it too late.
What did I lose? When all if safely back in its place, nothing but a sense of pride, I suppose. And I gained so much from the experience. I found myself in a deeper, more profound relationship with God as a direct result of knowing that man. I was once again reminded of the good in most people and in my authentic ways. Yes, I loved him. What does that say about me? In a nutshell, it reminds me of my human failings...yet also says that in believing in good over evil, expecting success over failure and trusting in God's plan for my life, nothing can permanently harm me. It is merely a stepping stone to becoming the person I need to be. I actually am grateful for the experience of loving him. Being capable of giving so much of myself to another...to the world and being secure in that knowledge is refreshing. It simply must be used on something worthwhile. He is not magic, as he so fervently believed. He is just a man...and he has a long, hard road ahead of him.
Only sadness comes to mind in knowing that this man used his enormous intelligence, talent and brilliance to the detriment of many he claimed he loved. Yet, in that sadness and lesson, birthed a butterfly out of a crysalis. A beautiful metamorphis took place in remembering my God in all of it.
Indeed, this brings me to question the meaning of brilliance. A song may be delivered in brilliance, bringing an audience to tears. A baby in the womb is evidence of God's brilliance - perfect and complete in every way. And evil can be brilliant as was evident in this man. He used others for his own personal enjoyment. He was a fool's master. With that having been said, let it also be known that the lesson learned is that one must follow their intuition. That baseline gut feeling that tells you something does not feel right must be honored. I believe that intuition is a gift we all possess but are not finely tuned enough to realize its signficance, often until it too late.
What did I lose? When all if safely back in its place, nothing but a sense of pride, I suppose. And I gained so much from the experience. I found myself in a deeper, more profound relationship with God as a direct result of knowing that man. I was once again reminded of the good in most people and in my authentic ways. Yes, I loved him. What does that say about me? In a nutshell, it reminds me of my human failings...yet also says that in believing in good over evil, expecting success over failure and trusting in God's plan for my life, nothing can permanently harm me. It is merely a stepping stone to becoming the person I need to be. I actually am grateful for the experience of loving him. Being capable of giving so much of myself to another...to the world and being secure in that knowledge is refreshing. It simply must be used on something worthwhile. He is not magic, as he so fervently believed. He is just a man...and he has a long, hard road ahead of him.
Only sadness comes to mind in knowing that this man used his enormous intelligence, talent and brilliance to the detriment of many he claimed he loved. Yet, in that sadness and lesson, birthed a butterfly out of a crysalis. A beautiful metamorphis took place in remembering my God in all of it.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Tuesday's Trappings
Literally, trapped in DC - unable to move in traffic that cannot seem to move an inch an hour. Apparenty there is a traffic light outage. Not sure where the problem lies but I am very unhappy as I had a class tonight that I was very much looking forward to...on financial health (an oxymoron right now, me thinks). I made the very wise decision to park my car and head back to the office since I had not made headway in an hour.
Wow, haven't had time to write for several days now - much going on and little time for keeping up a blog. While very therapeutic and terribly fun, certainly not high on the list when time is short. I spent the weekend in Charlottesville with two of my three children and enjoyed myself very much. I believe I could easily live there; my son says he doesn't think so. I certainly disagree. College towns have always held enormous appeal for me and this one has much going for it beyond that. I don't require much money to be happy - although it would be nice to try it sometime. Kidding of course. I have enough of everything - and then some. I'll admit that sometimes the month is longer than the money but it makes me appreciate things all the more.
And what is most important I have in abundance. I remain grateful to God for providing me with all I need.
I am working on finding a venue for an event my son-in-law is involved with - this non-profit will host 4000 people at an outdoor fling. See the attached link for photos from last year's event:
http://picasaweb.google.com/marketuno/FeriaDeAbrilWashingtonDC?feat=directlink&fgl=true&pli=1#
If anyone knows of an outdoor venue that will allow a crowd of people serving crazy amounts of wonderful food and alcohol, please contact me with any and all suggestions. The event, Feria De Abril is a wonderful way to spend a day. Will keep you posted.
Today would have been my paternal grandmother's birthday - she would have been 119 had she lived to see this day...as it was she lived to be 92. And it is also the birthday of an old boyfriend...Russ what's his name (I know it, I just don't want to say). He would be, ahhh....let's see, somewhere in his mid-life, I fear. If I told you, you'd know my age. A lady never gives out that kind of information - at least one who has convinced herself that she looks younger than she is...there is a method to my madness - usually. In this case, I digress.
Projects? Just finished - a stair rail! Yes, you do detect a bit of cheer in that statement as I have lived in my current place going on two years without a railing to catch me should I fall. And I must say, it turned out to be a beautiful addition to my place. There is also sweet justice in this one. You see, I did not need a previous partner to get this done - I've proven him wrong - again! The next project on the horizon will be built-in bookshelves that will host an array of books and lovelies that I have collected over the years. So now, in just a few months, we have managed to paint the interior of my place, build a stair rail and now look forward to the very lovely and functional bookcase that I've always wanted. My dear friend Jonas has been the mainstay of all of this and I have him to thank. When he puts his mind to a project, he doesn't give up. I wish the rest of the world were like Jonas. You know who you are....
Wow, haven't had time to write for several days now - much going on and little time for keeping up a blog. While very therapeutic and terribly fun, certainly not high on the list when time is short. I spent the weekend in Charlottesville with two of my three children and enjoyed myself very much. I believe I could easily live there; my son says he doesn't think so. I certainly disagree. College towns have always held enormous appeal for me and this one has much going for it beyond that. I don't require much money to be happy - although it would be nice to try it sometime. Kidding of course. I have enough of everything - and then some. I'll admit that sometimes the month is longer than the money but it makes me appreciate things all the more.
And what is most important I have in abundance. I remain grateful to God for providing me with all I need.
I am working on finding a venue for an event my son-in-law is involved with - this non-profit will host 4000 people at an outdoor fling. See the attached link for photos from last year's event:
http://picasaweb.google.com/marketuno/FeriaDeAbrilWashingtonDC?feat=directlink&fgl=true&pli=1#
If anyone knows of an outdoor venue that will allow a crowd of people serving crazy amounts of wonderful food and alcohol, please contact me with any and all suggestions. The event, Feria De Abril is a wonderful way to spend a day. Will keep you posted.
Today would have been my paternal grandmother's birthday - she would have been 119 had she lived to see this day...as it was she lived to be 92. And it is also the birthday of an old boyfriend...Russ what's his name (I know it, I just don't want to say). He would be, ahhh....let's see, somewhere in his mid-life, I fear. If I told you, you'd know my age. A lady never gives out that kind of information - at least one who has convinced herself that she looks younger than she is...there is a method to my madness - usually. In this case, I digress.
Projects? Just finished - a stair rail! Yes, you do detect a bit of cheer in that statement as I have lived in my current place going on two years without a railing to catch me should I fall. And I must say, it turned out to be a beautiful addition to my place. There is also sweet justice in this one. You see, I did not need a previous partner to get this done - I've proven him wrong - again! The next project on the horizon will be built-in bookshelves that will host an array of books and lovelies that I have collected over the years. So now, in just a few months, we have managed to paint the interior of my place, build a stair rail and now look forward to the very lovely and functional bookcase that I've always wanted. My dear friend Jonas has been the mainstay of all of this and I have him to thank. When he puts his mind to a project, he doesn't give up. I wish the rest of the world were like Jonas. You know who you are....
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