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Bright Lights Big City!


Last post I told you changes were brewing.  I wasn’t kidding.  And how!  We are moving our happy selves to the city! Yep! That is happening.  Over the next 6 weeks or so we will be embarking on a huge adventure.

We have lived in this little country cottage for over 17 years.  And Jerry and I have lived in the country for well over 30 years.  So there are going to be adjustments but you know, it’s just time.  With my ongoing health issues and his travels for work, it just makes sense.  The time is right.  And the majority of our family lives in the area we are moving to.  I am going to give you a little tour now of our new digs.  There will be more on all the particulars later but for now I wanted to share with you this most exciting news.




Okay, there you go – a few pictures. I WILL be back, I promise.  Likely with some CRAZY give aways!  It is past time for me to pare down my collections.  Aprons, cookbooks, etc etc.  So I hope you will stay tuned.  Subscribe to my blog feed and you won’t miss a thing!


Busy as a Bee!

That is in understatement.  I have so many irons in the fire but I am feeling good and good about all the projects.  Many of you have seen some of my cake/cookie creations over the years.  I had to stop when my hands got really bad before my diagnosis of Rheumatoid Arthritis.  BUT, my sweet niece, Whitney is getting married this coming Saturday and I am honored she asked me to do her wedding cake.  I will certainly post pictures.  She and her fiance are adorable!


Her wedding is going to be beautiful and I hope she won’t mind me sharing photos afterwards.

Now what else I have been doing isn’t worth telling except for working on some old family pictures with my daughter, Hannah.

I will be starting fall garden next week and will post about that of course PLUS – first in a long time – a Gooseberry Patch book review and giveaway!!! WOOT WOOT!  You are going to love this one – very timely 🙂

Hopefully Autumn here in the Deep South is just around the corner – but I am going to meet it in Vermont the first of October.  Can’t wait to tell you all about it!!

Love and Peace to you all!



pray, love, remember

This is an addition to things I had previously written.

We have carried on with our lives and now 12 years have passed since we were made aware of the tragedy at The World Trade Center, The Pentagon and in a field in Pennsylvania.

I put my husband on a plane yesterday afternoon to go literally half way around the world.  I try not to worry about him flying because it does no good for me to worry.  He is still going to work.  And the only way to get work is to fly.  So there you have it.  I can feel anxious and uneasy but worrying is just a waste of time.  I have an extremely busy day today so that will help.  He won’t actually be at work until Thursday so he has lots of connections and flights to make.

I wish you all love and peace as you remember those lost on this day 12 years ago. It seems like yesterday in some respects.



From September 11, 2011

This is something I wrote two years ago.  I have such mixed feelings about all the things that transpired that day and the days and now years (can it really be 10 years?)  after.  It is hard for me to believe it has been this long.  Some of it seems like yesterday.  Some things seem to be overly publicized and I wonder how the families feel about being reminded almost constantly.  What am I thinking?  They don’t need reminding.  I am sure very few minutes go by that they don’t think of it. I think it’s still very painful to think about for most everyone. So really I can’t imagine how they must feel.  I wonder if the sense of loss ever goes away.  When something so senseless happens it must be harder.

As the anniversary approaches and knowing Jerry has to get on a plane tomorrow, the 12th, I know one thing: I hope I never know how they feel.  Lots of chatter and news coverage of “what might happen” makes me anxious and mad at the same time.  Mad that I let the media manipulate my feelings like I do. Sometimes I think I hear disappointment in some voices when there is really no big tragedy to report.  It’s like they are agitated that something else didn’t happen.  I hope they continue to sound that way.  Sensationalism is quite the norm.  And mostly why I ‘read’ the news now.  I can’t listen to the lilt in their voices when they speak of 9-11-01 or Katrina and now Irene. Or the excitement in their voices when there is impending doom.  And then the sadness when it is averted.

So I am feeling a bit melancholy today.  And I don’t want to feel this way. I want to enjoy the last few hours Jerry is home for this hitch.  It will be hard to see him leave, though I know he has to.  It is the life we chose. Hopefully his time gone will pass quickly and then soon enough we will be off on our belated anniversary trip.  I hope everyone is with the ones they love tonight.  Appreciate them.  Hug them.  No one, NO ONE, knows what tomorrow brings or takes away.  Life is too short if you live to be 100.


From my blog Sept 11, 2009

pray, love, remember

The whole quote is quite beautiful and from Hamlet ~ not my favorite of his plays, but a lovely quote just the same.

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.” ~ William Shakespeare

Every year on this date, I think about exactly where I was, the very minute I heard the first report of “some sort” of plane crash in NYC.  I have never written about this on my blog because, well, its just not the kind of thing I write about.  Not because it is sad.  I wrote extensively about my mother’s illness and death.  Not because I don’t think it worth writing about.  It most certainly is.  I think its because I still 8 years later don’t know quite what to say.  How I feel about it.  How it changed everything.   I didn’t know anyone killed that day.  I never really felt any sort of imminent threat against my person or my family.  I felt many things.  Shock. Fear. Anxiousness.  Sadness.  Anger. Thankfulness. Responsibility.  I think everyone felt something.  Even the coldest of hearts had to be touched that day, to some small degree.  I still have questions I don’t feel like anyone will or can answer.  But that is not the subject of this post.  I very seldom talk about 9-11-01 with anyone, even family. I suppose it seems to some that I have a strange brand of loyalty/patriotism and quite likely, that is true.  Before I get off on the wrong foot, let me say I am very patriotic.  I believe I live in a wonderful, diverse country that people died to build and preserve and are still dying for.  Words can never express my gratitude for those people.  And on 9-11-01,  I loved the way people came together, across political, racial, religious, economic lines.  They all just wanted to be Americans.  I am sad it didn’t last very long. I believe my beloved country is as divided today as it ever has been.  But what do I know?  My world is very finite.

Let me talk about something I do know ~ my story of 9-11-01.

Jerry  was at a work-related school and I had gone with him, like I often do, just to spend some time with him. We had taken both vehicles because I had not intended on staying all week.  The evening of the 10th we were to meet another couple for supper when his truck started acting up. I honestly can’t remember what went wrong but we decided we would call Nathan and have him come down and he and I tow the truck home.  Then I would meet him somewhere half way at the end of the week.  He could ride back and forth to class with a co worker.  So it was settled, Nate came down, he and Jerry got the truck ready to tow and the next morning,  we headed home, which was about 3 to 3 1/2 hours away.  The three younger children ages 5, 8 and 12 were staying with my parents.  The two oldest were no longer living at home.

We got on the road headed home and we stopped just outside of town to get gas and something to drink.  While Nate pumped gas, I went in for drinks.  I walked in got two bottles of water out of the cooler at the back of the store and walked up to the counter.  The girl behind the counter just stood there looking at me.  She had the strangest look on her face.  My first thought was “OH NO! I have walked in to a robbery.” So I carefully looked around and no one else was in the store.  So I said to her “Are you okay?” She says “We’ve been attacked.” Those were the first words out of her mouth.  ”Whose been attacked?” I asked.  ”We have.” and she pointed to the television that was on behind her.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  There was an image of smoke billowing out of what I recognized, eventually, as the World Trade Center.  She still hasn’t said anything.  So I asked her if she would please let me pay so I could go.  I think my first thought was “I have to get home.”  I couldn’t wrap my mind around what I was seeing.  What was happening? Or who had done it.  Surely it was just an accident.  Nonetheless, I needed to get home.  I walked out the door as Nathan walked up to it.  I said “Get in, there’s been a plane crash in New York.”  He looks at me like I am nuts and says “and?”. JUST GET IN.  So we get in our separate vehicles and the minute our radios come on, we both realize its not just a plane crash.  Immediately, as I am pulling out onto the highway, I call my mom on my cell and tell her to not turn on the TV till I get there.  She tells me it was on, she knows what is going on (which is more than I know), she turned it off and she will keep the kids from knowing anything until I get home.  Knowing anything about what I wondered.

I still hadn’t really realized what had happened.  I turn on NPR and Nathan and I are talking on our cells to each other fairly often along the way.  Just feeling so, I don’t know, not really disoriented but something close to that.  I am still thinking to myself even after the second plane hit that it was something phenomenal, not deliberate.  Then the radio tells me a plane has hit the Pentagon.  That changed everything.  What hadn’t sunk in before that moment, came crashing down on me.  I didn’t know who was doing this.  Or why they were doing this.  All I was certain of was it was with purpose and a big set of cojones. Who flies a plane into the Pentagon? I knew at that moment, nothing else I heard that day would shock me. I drove as fast and safely as I could to get home.  No matter what else happened I needed to be with my kids.  In the meantime, Husband had called me a few times.  And we didn’t know what to say really.  Be careful.  Love you.  Talk to you again in a little while.  We were just so shocked.  I made it home safe and sound and began explaining, as best I could, to the three younger ones what had happened.  What was happening.  For days we sat in front  of the TV not able to concentrate on much else.  I just knew my kids’ world would never be the same.  Some of the innocence we took for granted was gone.

Now here we are 8 years later.  Many things have changed.  We still talk about it but very seldom.  And about the things that transpired as a result of it.  Why we think it happened.  Wonder if it could have been prevented.  Deciding, probably not and wondering, not if, but when we will have to deal with terrorism in our country again. We wonder if it will be some outside group perpetrating the attack or if we will hear news of another story of domestic terrorism like the Oklahoma City bombing.

If you were sitting at my kitchen table, I might subject you to one of my sermons, tirades, commentaries along the lines of an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, but on my blog, this morning, the anniversary of the death of thousands of human beings who were killed not because of an act of God, or force of Nature, but at the hands of people filled with hate, that would be disrespectful of their memories. May they rest in peace.

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