In Tea,
the host is simplicity
and
the guest is elegance.
If all is done in sincerity,
it is better than a thousand graces.
Happy, Happy Friday.
Love you.
Me.
Author: robin
That Fresh Faced Child
Yesterday I found these photos….
They make me smile.
I LOVE Larry so much and where has our time gone?
I do not want to sound like a grumpy old lady, but merde.
I do not like being treated like a 60 something gray-head.
I want to shout that I feel like I am 45 years old.
Where did that fresh face child and her hunky love vanish to?
I know where.
We are right here, enjoying our moments and surrounded by love.
Don’t forget Seniors are people too.
Please don’t call us Granny or Pa if we are not your Granny or Pa.
{Larry’s pet peeve is to be called Pa by adults}
Life goes by at record speed…enjoy each moment
and do not let anyone suggest that you are old.
Ok, I got THAT off of my chest. Thank you for listening.
Love you!
Me
Magic, Like Pistachio Ice Cream
Last evening, we drove into Dallas for dinner,
to a favorite bistro.
Traffic was crazy, we talked about our day
and
how hungry we were.
Dinner was perfect, I had a salad….but my favorite was the
pistachio ice cream.
It was just like the pistachio ice cream that we get in Paris.
I was transported for a second.
To that Paris that I love so well.
Last year while in France,
I was to meet Larry for lunch after shopping.
I saw him walking along the river before he saw me.
Then, when we saw each other.
Magic.
Magic, like pistachio ice cream.
{I had pistachio ice cream that day after lunch}
What is the magic in your life?
What sweet memory holds a special place in your heart
and helps you get through difficult moments?
I have Paris, pistachio ice cream
and
My Larry waving to me, as we meet in our favorite city.
Love you.
Me.
Till Yesterday
Last year on my mammogram,
completing 5 years of breast cancer treatment…
they found a shadow on the images.
I was so sad that it ended like that.
{I would not talk about it to anyone}
A cloud hung over my head for one year…till yesterday.
My mammogram yesterday was clear.
Thumbs up.
Smiles. Grins.
Love you.
Me.
Sunday Dinner and Movie
Last night we made skewers with veggies and Italian sausage.
I basted them in Marinara sauce.
Larry cooked them out on the grill.
I made cheese bread and salads.
We watched the movie, French Kiss and drank wine.
Dessert was a Chantilly cake.
Wonderful whipped goodness, with fresh fruit.
I was in heaven.
You cannot buy happiness
but you can buy cake
and
that is kind of the same thing.
Right?
Love you.
Me
Sharing A Secret
It has been raining off and on for 24 hours.
It feels almost like Autumn.
I like it very much.
This morning, as the clouds gather for our next shower,
I sat on the patio, planning Sunday Dinner and Movie.
It was damp, wet leaves clung to the chairs….
but it felt wonderful being outside without the oppressive heat.
Planning the Sunday meal is done. {Easy}
SECRET:
because……..twenty years ago,
I quietly took this book off Mothers cookbook shelf
the week after she died.
I did not tell anyone, but I am telling you now.
It is a 1988 copy of the Betty Crocker cookbook
and it is wonderful for planning “clean eating” meals.
I think of Mother each time I use it….
and think of her when I don’t use it too.
{isn’t life amazing?}
Maybe Chef Valentine will share Sunday’s dinner recipe?
***
Do you have wonderful weekend Plans?
We have theater tickets for tonight, but not in the mood to go.
The Plano Quilters Guild
has their huge quilt show this weekend.
I AM in the mood for that.
Share a secret with someone today.
Wink.
Love you.
Me
Who’s Turn Is It Anyway?
Last night, sleep eluded me.
My body ached as I tossed and turned
and then it happened.
It started raining.
After months of drought, we had rain.
It was lovely.
Larry and I held hands as we listened the rain fall.
***
Larry and I have become a bit goofy in our old age.
{and him being so busy with work that we cannot sit and play an entire game}
We now play one game of chess over days/weeks.
This is how it works:
Light color goes first, {Larry is usually light}
We do not sit at the chess table,
after he moves, he puts this tiny carved mouse and turtle
on my side of the board, indicating that he took his turn
and
for me to move.
Sometimes I will walk by that blasted board ten times
before I notice that he took his turn
and
if he did move, what did he move?
I am not known for my talent at chess,
but
I enjoy the process.
I learned how to play 5 years ago,
after my breast cancer diagnosis.
{Promising myself yoga and chess}
I have not mastered either, but I enjoy both very much.
I just took my turn on the chess board….
Larry if you are reading this while in Dallas,
you lost your knight. {sorry}
Love you beyond the moon.
Me
Run Over By A Truck
Hi, Happy Wednesday.
The only reason I know that it is Wednesday
is because Larry told me it was.
Somehow, I missed yesterday.
Yesterday, I woke dizzy, disoriented, throwing up
and
I think that a truck must have run over me in my sleep.
I threw up all day. When I was not throwing up,
I was sleeping and burning up with fever.
Somewhere in my delirium, I thought of the mosquito bite I had on Saturday.
Merde.
I reminded Larry.
Buy that time, my primary DR had gone home
so off we went to his favorite Urgent Care.
{Larry does not have a primary care DR, he loves his Urgent Care Doc}
Thank goodness the DR pooh-poohed the West Nile theory.
She said I had a bug OR the beginning appendicitis.
GREAT.
She gave me meds to stop barfing,
and told me to go home,
keep an eye on my pain and go to the ER if it continues.
I took my anti nausea pill and snuggled in.
I do feel better today. No pain on my right side,
but I wonder, where did I catch a flu bug in August?
The worst thing was, being sick and not having a dog to cuddle with.
Thank goodness for Benjamin.
{Matilda and I adopted him a few weeks ago from the Modern ART Museum}
Do you know the best thing about being sick?
It is when you start feeling better again.
Thank you for listening…..Blessings abound.
Love you.
Me
Her Birthday
My Mother died in 1995 , one week after her 70th birthday.
Today is her birthday and she would have been 93 years old.
I respect her.
I honor her
and
I miss her every day.
I love you Mother.
me.
To Thank
I hesitated to share this story but it made me think.
Perhaps it will make you think too.
A few weeks ago, I volunteered for a service group.
The committee chair was all over me.
Lots of email, sharing her thoughts till the next meeting.
She was sweet and welcoming.
The committee planned their meeting and It happened
on the exact night Larry and I had a special dinner to go to.
{Larry is very busy these days and I will travel with him!}
The day after the dinner I wrote to the committee chair
and told her I would not be able to participate with the group
as I will be out of pocket for many of the meetings/events.
Here is the part that has made me think….
Since I wrote that email, about 3 weeks ago,
I have not heard one word from her.
Not a thanks anyway, kiss my butt, not a word.
I even saw her in person last Sunday. She ignored me.
{ I WAS going to offer my help for next year}
Larry and I have done a lot of volunteering in our life.
{being on the board of directors for Cystic Fibrosis was my favorite!!}
And to be honest, no matter hard core the group or Chairman was,
we were always thanked for what we did or could not do.
My consensuses is,
I am so glad that I found out now, what kind of group it was….
But,
this little experience has reminded me
not to take anything or anyone for granted.
Thank you for reading blog.
Thank you for being a husband, friend, daughter, nice person.
Thank you.
Love you.
Me