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Sunday, February 1, 2015

[not so] PROUD | unintentional conversations ...

"it was the best of things" 
"it was the worst of things"



Dinner out with the family before the kids returned to school we found ourselves favored with a conversation taking place at the table behind us. Evidently one of the women felt the strong urge to share with her daughter/friend/
mother/companion, that something of (apparent) significance in her life was, as she put it:
"the worst of things, it was the best of things."
Not once.
Not twice.
But thrice.
Well, I stopped counting at thrice because with each repetition she became more vehement on the matter.  The family was doing quite well attempting to carry on some other topic of conversation at our table to distract from the comments until I, all 12 years of age of me, piped up and commented: "apparently it was the best of times AND the worst of times".  Rude, I realize that; and not something I am especially proud of; but it was said under my breath and while filled with the same degree of sarcasm I would have bestowed on a family member, not said with malice.
(sorry!)




Genuinely, it was not our intention to eavesdrop on their conversation, but when you are seated back-to-back, side-by-side, it is hard not to do.  Which made me realize, what poor family had unintentionally endured our conversation.   If you read a blog post about a family of 4 at Chili's snickering and quoting A Tale of Two Cities - let me know.  Dhat'd be us!
(sorry!)

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.    

A Tale of Two Cities 
 ~ Charles Dickens ~



Saturday, January 31, 2015

saturday in the park | got game ...

During a recent to Huntington to visit with kiddo #2, 
we took advantage of a day of no classes, sunshine, and the gorgeous park.  


I could easily live here ...
honestly - any of those houses will do!



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The dog did not belong to anyone in this group, not that it mattered.
He had a ball.
They had arms with which to throw a ball.
A game was to be had
and any conversation of who owns who was moot.
Throw ball.  Fetch ball.
Got game!



This park has grown even more family and pet friendly over the years - a tribute to the city.

Friday, January 30, 2015

friday finds ...


It was love at first sight,
and at less than $5.00, 
proof in point that you can't put a price on love. 



My husband and I made a quick run through the grocery story last Friday evening so I could collect some last minute ingredients to make sausage gravy and biscuits for Allyson before she returned to school
(not a regular entree on our health conscience diet menu these days).
Trying to get through the store quickly and avoid the insanity that comes with the prediction of the first snow of winter, I nearly missed these jewels.  But a lid with that vents for microwaving.
Oh yea, you have my attention now.
In fairness, my husband might have pointed out the coffee mugs first,
but ultimately it was the bowl that came home.
Now I only need to devise a reasonable excuse as to why we need one more mug to add to our collection. 


The yogurt covered cranberries were scored on a return trip to the store
sans husband
- which is always more dangerous
and always more expensive expedition.

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"You can't put a price tag on love.  But if you could, I'd wait for it to go on sale."
~ Jarod Kintz ~


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Thursday, January 29, 2015

little things thursday | detail detail ...


The details are not the details.
They make the design.
Charles Eames

~

Heavy are the branches that shoulder the weight of winter.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

black and white wednesday | cold of winter ...


Is there anything more enticing than snow?
And I'm not talking just any snow, but the kind that flocks;
the kind made even better by freezing, adding emphasis to each individual branch.
Don't you get the sense that Narnia could be just down this path?
Where it's always Winter and Never Christmas.


Believe it or not these are pretty much SOOC.
Except for a little warming on the second image and slight sharpening for the web
- mother nature could school Adobe Photoshop.

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"What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
- John Steinbeck -




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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

song*ography | end of the line (it's all right) ...

You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring 
 (end of the line) 
Waiting for someone to tell you everything 
(end of the line) 
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring 
(end of the line)


End of the Line (It's All Right)
Traveling Wilburys



[Hello, is it me you're looking for?]

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I snapped a picture of this waiting for my son in the 7-Eleven parking lot.  Based on how much money he spent there the first semester of school it seemed like a no-brainer - he clearly knows the way.  I also instinctively knew that there would be some use for a picture of a broken payphone.  I have faith in song*ography. 

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Monday, January 26, 2015

Good.Random.Fun | winter wonderland edition ...

the GOOD


Good morning, Good grief. Good riddance. 
Winter came and went in one day. 
 Been nice if it had picked another day - but we don't always get what we want.


   the RANDOM


One of the neighbors mentioned she had spotted a large bird/eagle/owl, she wasn't sure what it was, only that it was big and swooped down and grabbed something and flew away. I'm thinking it was this plump little hawk hanging out in one of the trees. 


 the FUN


I adopted this from the 'last call' bin at the grocer Friday evening. Inspired by Linda at It's All About Purple  I figured it might be fun to give it a go with an orchid (again).


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