Wednesday, December 7, 2016

First Snow

With Edgar, birdbath, and cobalt blue gazing ball.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Like Buttah

In addition to being able to sing this song and accompany himself on the guitar, the younger son has now done what it suggests. Yes. Butter on a PopTart. He was not of the opinion that it was all that frikken' good. But he was happy to have tried it and come to his own conclusion. The shiny wrapper containing the last two cherry PopTarts was lingering in the cupboard. I discovered that if you toast one and pair it with an excellent cup of Island Blend coffee, you could almost pretend it's a scone. Almost. Pretend. No butter for me, thanks.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Down at B&BW

Really, I wasn't looking for trouble. I was wandering around my local store looking for potential gifty items to fulfill the coupons I had. Spend $30, get $10 off and a free fun size item. It seems that fun size isn't just for candy anymore. So. I found a number of tiny candles in various holiday scents and a slightly larger candle in a classic scent. Over in the corner in the back I found the fun sizes and selected one to carry around in my purse*. I felt my timing was excellent as the one person in front of me in line was finishing up. My turn! This is a display item, it's not for sale, scolded the woman at the register. Okay, I thought. It was out on a shelf and had a price on it. But she wasn't going to let me buy it. My bad, apparently. Only the lotion and bath gel qualify for the free coupon, she informed me next. That's not lotion? I asked. It's body cream, she replied, as she put it back on the shelf. There were a couple of people in line behind me at this point. Now that I had failed on the part of both coupons, I retreated to find a $6 item in order to hit the magical thirty buck total and to take a look at the fun sizes once more. I was advised by a salesperson on the floor that mini hand sanitizers were four for five dollars, so if I got five of them that would qualify me for using the coupon. I swear I did not curl up my lip or do an eyeroll. I don't like the feel or the smell of hand sanitizers and avoid them whenever possible. I asked about the candle that had turned out to be for display only but it was only available in the large three wick candle size which were not currently on sale. Meh. So I grabbed a fun size lotion in the scent I had liked and defiantly grabbed the matching body cream, conveniently priced at six bucks, that I had been relieved of earlier. Arriving at the front of the line again, the same woman frowned at me over the body cream as though I was trying to claim it as a freebie once again. I smiled at her as she rang me up and credited me for the coupons. I politely declined giving my phone number or my email at the conclusion of the transaction. She seemed to take it personally. For some people it seems to already be an overly long holiday shopping season. I swear they hide the best stuff in the back when people have coupons. 

*After paying for it. Most definitely after paying for it.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Thank You, My Darling DiLly!

Use the good dishes. And the pretty wine glasses. Eat the chocolate. No, savor the chocolate. Laugh heartily and often. Tell that someone how you feel about them. Hug. Share. Be kind. Wear the boots. Most especially, wear the boots. Seize the day! It's the only one you've got.


I've been thinking about Thanksgiving as I pack away the decorations of Fall and feasting. And how I don't wish to perpetuate the myth of the Pilgrims and Native Americans that was popularized during the Great Depression. I questioned whether to put out on display the carved figurines to the left. Your typical, I suppose, Pilgrim couple holding symbols of the harvest. That we still see and accept this glossing over of what it was really like has come to feel like a distortion of history to me. Part of White European forgetfulness of the fact that Natives were pushed aside in favor of the doctrine called Manifest Destiny. Meaning that the plunder stopped primarily because the pioneering Caucasians ran into the Pacific Ocean. My point is, and I did have one, at least I think I did, is that I did take the Pilgrim figures out of their box. They sat amidst a number of turkeys and candles on the sideboard in the dining room. I'm attached to them. They belonged to a dear friend's mother and ended up in my possession after she died. So mostly, it's sentimental value. Next year they may very well stay in the box. I'm moving away from the Pilgrim myth in favor of celebrating Thanksgiving for its original meaning. One of gratitude for the many good things in my life. And like this year, most years actually, in the company of family and friends. Surrounded by love and warmth. A harvest celebration of the bounty and good fortune we enjoy. Sounds good to me.

Trump is a Humbug!

My dear friend AndiBean has started a petition at concerning Macy's Department Stores continuing its relationship with Trump Brand merchandise. She has put together a thoughtful and convincing message that addresses Macy's conflict of interest and how it could be remedied. Bah, humbug, indeed!