Two More Years in a Few More Blinks

I've passed my two year anniversary for blogging and when I read Sandy's post today, offering Link Love, I thought it a bit ridiculous that I couldn't seem to come up with a favorite post. Really? Do I think so little of my writing? Maybe. (That's not a line to manipulate you to say something nice - I think we are all just a wee bit critical of our own efforts at lots of things.) However, as I read through old posts, I saw a distinct thread in my favorites - they're about realtionships - with family, with friends, with God.

I wrote the words below about 2 years ago, and can't believe how thankful I am for what has transpired as Cupcake went off to a school that was not her first choice. It still amazes me how some of the days (and nights!) can pass so slowly and yet the years just whiz by. He orders our steps...

In the spring of 2008 I wrote...

It hit me this week that my baby will be moving out in 3 months. People have asked me what I will do with an empty nest and I have just laughed and said, “I’m pretty sure I won’t be bored.” Now I realize that flip answers won’t cover the absence my heart will feel.

Tonight I found comfort in reading the words of an old friend who loved my Cupcake deeply. I found her legacy recorded on the website of the college Cupcake will be attending. Concidence? I don’t think so. The Curto Collection is a wonderfully written history, but it is a reminder to me that love is eternal. Jo Curto has moved to heaven, so I have not visited with her in quite some time. She writes, “Until I quietly slip away while explaining the “s” form of the verb and join those others who loved TCC in that Great Classroom in the sky, I will continue to count my blessings, not the least of which is the opportunity to feel needed and to belong.” I feel like I have visited with her tonight after reading her papers online. I bet she would have written an addicitive blog had she had that opportunity.

Jo was the kind of neighbor you dream of having. Her door was always open but she was never intrusive. She would watch our kids in a pinch with no notice. She was intelligent, funny, kind, strong and altogether fascinating. She was the one who entertained our older children when Cupcake was born and then brought them in to meet their new sister. She became “Nana Jo” to Cupcake - I had always loved the name “Nana” and she happily went along with that. Of course I knew she had her docotoral degree, was a professor and a published author, yet she was very unassuming and never wanted to talk about herself. I am not surprised now to learn that she was a prolific author as well as mentor to many budding writers.

Her writing has reached through time and space to comfort and encourage. I am reassured to know that as Cupcake moves away, she will be living in the shadow of Jo’s legacy. Jo describes the college saying, “TCC is not its publications, not its programs, not its technology, not its buildings, but its heart and soul are the people, from administrators with awesome responsibilities to young people with faith that TCC will help them overcome fears and doubts, realize their dreams, and meet their needs.” Thanks for everything, Jo.

Ciao! Get Packed for Friday Favorites

Friday Favorites, hosted by Hillary at The Other Mama was so much fun last week, I’m jumping in again.

One of my favorite things to do is travel. I’ve always loved it, ever since I was a child in the back of the station wagon riding through strange towns and imagining what living there would be like. This week, our son came over to see us (his lovely wife was working) and showed us photos of a recent surf trip he took to Costa Rica with one of his fire station buddies that used to be a pro surfer. His travelogue spiked my travel fever. All our children caught the travel bug too. (Cupcake is in Blowing Rock skiing on her Spring Break this week!)

Its really hard to pick a FAVORITE destination to tell you about… it’s a bit like asking about my favorite song or my favorite book. HOW do you choose? However, I will say that the day I spent on the Amalfi Coast in Italy is at the top of my list of perfect days.

My mom wanted to give me a cruise of my choice for my 50th birthday and I’ve always wanted to go to Greece. So I picked a Mediterranean Cruise. The one I wanted to go on started in Barcelona, Spain and actually didn’t go to Greece, but we liked the route better. What a great choice!

Because we only had ONE day on the Amalfi Coast, we hired a private guide and it was so perfect. Roberto picked us up at our ship and off we went to see some of the most spectacular scenery I’ve ever laid eyes on. And the food… Oh. My. Gosh. No more talking… let’s start the tour!

Cupcake is holding the biggest lemons I've seen in my life. They were preparing for olive harvest - that was interesting to see.

The vistas were breathtaking.

I think the lunch we enjoyed perched on a mountside in a tiny Italian village was the single best meal I’ve ever eaten. This was just the main course. Pizza was one of the appetizers! I thought New York City's pizza was phenomenal but this was star-gazing amazing!

We celebrated my mom's birthday that day- this was our guide, Roberto. He was from the town of Amalfi and loved his job!

Our walking tour of Pompeii was absolutely fascinating. This ancient town was buried under volcanic ash from the eruption of nearby Mount Vesuvius in 79 A.D., so it is amazingly well-preserved.
It was so hot and we were totally exhausted at the end of the hike. Thankfully, my Mom had stayed with Roberto. I literally threw my shoes in the trash at the end of the day as they were utterly ruined.
We cleaned up for another lovely dinner on the ship. My husband had not wanted to go (can't imagine!) so it was a girl trip with my two daughters, my sister and my mom.


This was just ONE day of a 7 day cruise! Have I mentioned one of my favorite things to do is travel? Thanks for stopping by. Ciao!

Blowin' In the Wind

I wonder if I’ll ever truly overcome being led by my emotions. Life can be a real roller coaster ride for me. Sometimes I feel like my emotions have picked me up by the back of the neck and slung me around like a rag doll in a pit bull’s mouth. If you have no clue what I’m talking about, congratulations! I’ll just tell ya – it can be exhausting.

This morning, I got up determined to conquer the general malaise that had plagued me for several days. I heard the sound of rain and the heater running and thought, “I’m going for a run anyway!” I’ve been a slacker with my exercise routine and I know that’s as important for mental health as anything. Not to mention that Rosebud is looking a little too much like her Nanna. She and I are both sporting rolls, but on her they are so cute. On me, not so much. You’ve got to know it’s therapy for me to share photos of her so here’s to a healthy indulgence:Now the sun came out, there’s a warm breeze blowing, I’m clicking along on my worklist to the point I determined I deserve 15 minutes for blogging and spring is in my soul. Now if I can just outrun that bulldog….

Driving Miss Louise

Sunday was an absolutely gorgeous day. I cleaned off the patio furniture, a wrought iron set I got from LouLou, and settled in with a book. I looked over and saw that the daffodil bulbs I’d brought from LouLou’s yard years ago had popped up and were waving happily in the breeze. My thoughts took a jog on memory lane as I began to think about what she would have been doing on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

LouLou was far too frugal to have a driver or a maid. However, the movie “Driving Miss Daisy” still evokes some accurate images of my diminutive southern grandmother and one of her favorite pastimes.

Though she drove her car until she was well into her 90’s, her brother was usually the one who “carried” her to see the farm, an unhurried afternoon ride to tour the countryside. As a child, I didn’t enjoy those car rides that seemed to lack a destination or purpose. They consisted of leisurely drives on rural roads and quiet conversation..
The convoys of bikers who tour around together on sunshiny days are the closest resemblance I can come up with to the “riding” tradition of a bygone era. They stop together for refreshments and I can just imagine LouLou sharing a co’cola and conversation with the leather-clad group, as she never met a stranger. I’m sure she would have charmed them and left them with a lasting impression of an energetic, interesting and happy lady.

As an adult, I learned to enjoy this old tradition of “riding”, especially on a pretty day.
In more recent years, I "carried" (that was her word for it- is that a southernism?) LouLou to Wendy’s, which was in another town altogether, for a Frosty, one of her favorite treats. The opportunity to hear LouLou’s recollections and enjoy her observations was always time well spent. She savored life, living with open eyes, an open heart and mind and a generous spirit.

Now I understand that the destination and purpose of “riding” was tied into relationship and had little to do with a physical place. Ah, LouLou, you taught me so much.

Fresh Smiles for Friday Favorites

Friday Favorites is a new (just started today) blog carnival hosted by The Other Mama. I love the theme… it’s open enough to allow room for creativity & randomness. Thanks, Hilary! I've just been introduced to her and I'm charmed.

I was just thinking this morning about how a childlike sense of wonder is one of my favorite things. I just learned today that Rosebud has started waving and clapping this week!! No small accomplishment, as it signals that she’s ready for even more fun with her Nana (me!). A trip south to see her has just gone from important to urgent.

So today, I’m sharing my favorite little person who brings, joy, laughter and a fresh sense of wonder into my life. While I’m speaking about favorites, my daughter, Uncommon Blonde, blogged this week about “Ifs and Whens” and wrote, "I'll focus on what’s good about today. Whether it be tiny smiles, or lunch with a friend - a delicious meal, or a long talk with someone beloved - a favorite tv show or a good laugh -- these are all the gifts of every day that pass us by if we don't stop and unwrap them." Her sentiments make me smile because that's as good a defintion of living with a sense of wonder as I can think of. Here are fresh smiles for Friday:

And since Hilary was sharing about her favorite activity of shopping deals for her children, I have to add that I hit the “FairyTale Sale” last Saturday, which is hosted twice a year by the Seven Chicks and it was so much fun. I bought about 7 outfits and the “Eight Silly Monkeys” book and had a blast.
Life is Good.

A Big Box of Chocolate

People are sometimes like a box of chocolates. There's lots of varieties and colors and some are amazing. Others....well, not so much. There's the inevitable encounter with the ones that appear to be fabulous but leave a wierd taste in your mouth. Thankfully, there's also the ones you savor.

I joined a Buisness Women's group last year that is an alliance with a group of caring, smart, friendly and fun women. To top it off, the chief fundraiser is an event called "Death by Chocolate". What's not to love about this combination?

My good news is that we had an awesome, successful event last night attended by around 1,000 people. The bad news is that I was so busy that I didn't have time to eat much chocolate. Oh yeah, I guess that could be considered good news as well. : )

Our theme was "Chocolate Around the World" so as part of that, we were each assigned a country, given a sash, a la Miss America style, and asked to wear a tiara. By chance, I got the Costa Rica title. One gentleman came up and started speaking to me in Spanish. I spoke back "no habla espanol" and he pointed at my sash with a big question in his expression. Many others just looked at me as if to say, "Aren't you a little old for a beauty queen?" It was rather entertaining.

The best part of the evening was meeting several of the women who have been recipients of the scholarship money that's given to woman age 23 and up who need some financial assistance as they pursue further education. One of those women and I shared what I consider a divine appointment.

It's gratfying to see a community pull together and give of their time, resources and talents to help one another.

And people really are like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get but I like most them! Some photos are online at our local newspaper.

Power Outage

The other night our power went out quite unexpectedly. With no bad weather in sight, we're still in the dark as to the reason for the outage. It happened right before dusk and lasted 5 hours, so we hauled out our hurricane supply box and lit all of our candles and operated by flashlight until we finally just gave up and went to bed. (Of course, then the lights came on!)

Builderman has a gadget that I used to tease him about. It's called a "cyclops headlamp" and he originally bought it for camping but found it's really handy in a number of situations. I coveted his light the other night, as he was hands-free with light shining wherever he looked. Hard to have a conversation when you're blinded by the light, but nevertheless, I want that which I used to mock him about.

(I thought "How ridiculous - CYCLOPS headlamp ?!?") Granted, I won't wear it all over town but who cares what you look like in the dark?


It's a major inconvenience to be without power. And I've been pondering this for a couple of days now. I dug out a quote that I haven't read for quite some time as I thought about how accustomed we are to all the high-tech gadgets that keep us plugged into the world.

John Taylor wrote these words in 1979 and they are more true today than when he wrote them.

The computer makes us fantastically more able to calculate and analyze.

It does not help us to meditate.

We have instruments to enable us to see everything from the nebulae to the neutron – everything except ourselves.

We have immeasurably extended our gift of sight but not of insight. For that we have the same equipment as the eighth-century prophets.

Potentially the same, but actually poorer, for while we have been so busy extending one aspect of the knowing and telling self, we have allowed other aspects to atrophy.

We have built ourselves up into power transmitting stations, but as receiving sets we are feeble.

John V. Taylor “The Go-Between God”

I want to be a better receiving set, how about you?