Day 50, June 20, 2018

My promise was to myself; do something I love every day for 60 days and share it in my blog.  Here I am at 50 days!  Yikes, time does fly.  Am I feeling different?  Am I less distressed about the upcoming birthday?  Well, I didn’t say “impending birthday” so we have that.

I can definitely say that I have counted down the days with a more hopeful and less apprehensive attitude.  I am not at all feeling a funk.  Every day has been more or less splendid.

Today, I sold a house and who wouldn’t love that!  Sign down!


I also had time to bake some cookies for a dear friend who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer.  I love, love her.  You’re gonna beat this Amber and I am going to be there any time you need me.


Quote for my friend:  She stood in the storm and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.




DAY 47, 48, 49,  JUNE 17, 18, 19,  2018

My husband, Jim and I like to go out for breakfast on Sundays.  This particular Sunday, being Father’s Day, could mean a very long wait.  We are not waiters.   At Jim’s suggestion, we stayed home and made pancakes.  I found fresh blueberries in the refrigerator and got to work making a batch from scratch.  I made the batter, Jim did the cooking.  On the side, leftover steak, sliced thin; fresh and oh so sweet watermelon; warmed, maple syrup; and voila’, breakfast at home.  Is your mouth watering yet?  It wasn’t long before I needed a nap from all the sugar.

I am one lucky gal to have a man who loves to cook for me.  I hear it all the time from friends who aren’t as pampered.  When Jim travels I either eat out with friends or stay at home with a bowl of popcorn.  True story.  Or, and I don’t mean to brag, well maybe a little, he prepares a few meals for me for the days he will be away.  I KNOW, RIGHT!

On Monday, we became Pod People – Keurig Coffee dispenser owners.  I fought it hard for many reasons; the cost of the pods seems unreasonable, the wastefulness of the pods, and the way I drink coffee – I like to add half a cup of coffee at a time and drink it burning hot.  I learned while staying at a friend’s home during a visit to Maine, that I don’t have to use the pods, I can use my own coffee (comes with a filter for that) and I can brew as little as half a cup at a time.  Being the decisive person that I am, here we are, three years later with a Keurig.  I LOVE IT!

The days still come with work and responsibilities but I am up early to water my plants and tend my vegetable garden.  I go to bed early to read for an hour or two before falling asleep.  I just finished When Breath Becomes Air about the writer, Paul Kalanithi, a neurosurgeon and his battle with cancer.  I found it an interesting perspective on critical illness.



Quote:  Great things come out of being hungry and cold. Once you’re pampered, you get lazy. Rob Zombie


DAY 46, JUNE 16, 2018

I was asked to hold the date.  I was told I would be gathered.  I was then blindfolded, put into a car and driven about ten minutes from my home.    I had no idea where I was going.  Sound like the beginning of a best selling mystery novel?  Nah.

A group of friends put together a Suprise Craft Party, a SCRAPY if you will.  Say whaaaat!  Friends, food, booze, and crafts; what could be more fun!  Each cagey, I mean crafty gal introduced a craft and supplied everyone the necessary items to complete the craft.  We made a dog pull toy from flannel shirts, 2 kinds of gemmed candle jars, 2 detox foot soaks, giant decorative clothespins, patriotic rice candles, and bottlecap flowers.  We had amazing salads, pulled pork and 2 kinds of pie.  We had pink champagne, wine, cocktails, and beer.  We settled in and created fond memories.

Below, with our booty. Our swag. Our bundle.

Thank you, Amber, for hosting and Laurie and all the girls for all your efforts putting this together.  You got me!

For Crafters:  Wife:  “I told you I could keep all of my crafts in one box.”  Husband:  “I wish you would stop calling our house a box.”


DAY 45, JUNE 15, 2015

I love today’s youth.  They get a lot of flack for having been brought up with far too much attention from overly protective parents.  It could be said that our upbringing bordered on neglect by comparison.  We got spanked.  We didn’t wear helmets.  We had to go out and play without supervision.  Yes, most of us survived but times were so different; a considerably smaller population for one thing.

I am constantly impressed by young people.  I believe past generations have just as much to learn from them as they have to learn from the past.

Tonight, I joined a friend to see his son, a singer/songwriter perform at a local club.  Anthony Lowy, aka President Mutt, was full of fun and has a unique voice that you leave wanting to hear more of.  I hope he continues to write and perform.


Of course, what is a night out without dinner, so off to The Gladly restaurant we went with the proud father and his girlfriend.


Who knew?!:   “If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.” ― Albert Einstein


DAY 44, JUNE 14, 2018

Okay, so I am starting to repeat myself.  After about 40 posts in as many days, it is a chore not to.  I love to read; there, I said it again.

Today after work, I went to the library to pick up a book I had put on hold.  At the time I think my hold position was 1 of 48.  It goes by fairly quickly depending on how many of that title the library has.  My wait for The Hush by John Hart was less than two weeks.  It is a sequel to The Last Child which I really enjoyed.  I hope this one is as good.

I stayed at the library reading for an hour, as I sat there, I realized I have been using libraries for over half a century.  I can actually say that I have been doing something for over half a century and it feels kind of cool, not cringee (made that word up) at all.  Maybe this “60 Days of doing something I love” is working.


Exactly:  Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. Benjamin Franklin



DAY 43, JUNE 13, 2018

If you have been following my blog (thank you) or know me personally, you know I love to do crafts.  I love that you don’t have to be a great artist (I am not) or have a special skill (I don’t) to exercise your creativity.   When you are crafting, you are working with your hands to make something; hopefully, something worth displaying or something useful.  For me, it is very relaxing, I love the busywork.

Today, I finished these chore charts for a friend.  It was a work in progress, I usually won’t start a new project until I complete one already started.  I get a ton of satisfaction finishing things.


chore chart

I found the instructions on Pinterest shared by:

I tweaked the instructions by keeping the glass in the frame.  The magnets still stick really well and won’t turn the surface black and I think it looks much neater.  I also used a better grade of wooden discs found here:

Lastly, I saved money by not using circle labels.  I typed up the chores, printed on copy paper and used my 1″ circle cutter to make up the chores.

QUOTE FOR THE DAY:  Sometimes what you’re most afraid of doing is the very thing that will set you free.  



DAY 42, JUNE 12, 2018

As I made coffee my first day home from vacation, I stood over the sink admiring the many ripening tomatoes and abundant greenery; I can see my raised bed garden from the kitchen window.  My husband came in and gave me the bad news.  They were back!  We were under attack!  I slipped on my shoes and went out to inspect.  Sure enough, the tomato plants were being stripped of leaves, ravaged.  I followed the trails of poop up the stalks looking for the culprit(s).  I recognized the damage and knew what I was in for.  Fortunately, I arrived home in time to avoid the total carnage.  These giant, green, horned, freaking scary creatures were eating my plants at an incredibly rapid pace.


They had to be dealt with immediately.  You have to pry them off the stalks or better yet, get someone brave enough to pull them off for you.  It takes time to locate them, they are masters of camouflage.  You have to get right up into the plants, follow the stalks, the stems, and look under leaves.  After several minutes of this intense hunting, I still hadn’t found one. I poked my head deeper into the plant.  As Julia Roberts would say, BIG MISTAKE!  BIG.  I turned my eye slightly and realized I was so close to this giant creature if I moved slightly to the left my cheek would actually touch it.  I let out a loud screech, backed up and ran into the house to get my husband.  He was occupied and couldn’t be disturbed.  The thing was eating my plant; I had to act.  I gathered my courage, put on my gloves, got a stick and spade, and prepared for battle.  I found three.  I think I found all of them.  I will keep checking. I will become obsessed with checking.

Fortunately, they do not eat the tomatoes and I picked quite a few:


I love my husband’s simple tomato salad.  Recipe below:

Cut tomatoes into bite-sized wedges


Add to a bowl with olive oil, how much depends on how many tomatoes.  This bounty made a large bowl so I used about a quarter of a cup.  I added half of a medium chopped onion just for flavor, three tablespoons of chopped basil (fresh from my garden), a teaspoon of balsamic vinegar.  Mix gently then add salt and pepper.  Hard to say how much, add a little, try it and add more to your preference. I like a lot of both.   Let it sit covered in the refrigerator for an hour or longer and serve chilled.  It’s a thing of beauty.  Experiment, add avocado, add cucumbers, go crazy!  Share with friends.


Quote for salad makers:  Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad. Brian O’Driscoll