On January 2, 2018, I took down my 2017 Bruce Springsteen calendar and reflected on the past year. That eve, I thumbed through the pictures of The Boss and pages of my celebrations, holidays, events, and milestones. I wish I could report that I reminisced with a cup of cheer and shouted a “New Year, New Me” proclamation, but you can scratch that from the script. Instead, I continued brooding over last year’s heartaches, the ones I’d erase if only I penciled them in. I ended up building a bridge for unscheduled griefs and leftover letdowns to crossover to and stain my new Peanuts Gang, “Happiness is…” calendar. Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon – Part I”→
This is the culmination of my previous post: I Trashed the Neighborhood. I told my girls I had to go next door for a moment. They asked why, and I told them I might have done something inappropriate and needed to find out if I got caught….
I stepped onto my front porch and paused to take in my surroundings. Our garbage man still hadn’t shown up. The “vacationing” neighbor kids rode their bikes up and down their driveway, passing the cushion stuffed trash can again and again. Were they guarding it?Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood: Part II”→
Wednesdays are special days in my neighborhood. It’s the day that Marc “Somebody” stops by to clean out a little corner of my world. He painlessly rids us of the grime, goo, and waste that fits into our 96 gallon trash receptacle. He does this weekly, before the birds sing. Oh how I love garbage day!
After recently cleaning out our basement, I donated “treasures” to the Salvation Army and an excessive amount of trash to Marc’s truck. Dumping all those bags made me feel like Santa when he tosses sacks of toys into his sleigh. The basement overhaul required two Wednesday visits from Marc. I was tempted to bag up the rest of the junk and spread the holiday cheer into each of my neighbors’ cans. I stopped myself though, remembering an incident that happened years ago with the family next door.Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood”→
This photo was taken on my 40th birthday, five years ago when my golden retriever sweetheart, Italia was just six-years-old. It’s been over nine months since her passing and my family and I still miss her. Thankfully, we are strong enough to reminisce and keep her memory eternal.
Caption posted on 9/23/2012 – “She’s my “42 year old” furry best friend, and she moves a little slower, barks a little less, listens harder, chases less, paces more, plays fairly, snores intensely, wags her tail all day/everyday, and loves limitlessly. She reassures me that middle age continues to bring so many gifts. I’m excited to lift the calendar page to enter a new decade of golden dreams!” Continue reading “Italia was my Furry Best Friend – I Miss my Dog”→
In observation of the Julian calendar, the Old Calendar, today I wish you ALL a Happy New Year. As a result of being an Orthodox Christian who is half Serbian and half Croatian and marrying a man who is a beautiful mixture of Italian, Hungarian, English, and Irish, my two daughters, husband, and I get to have two Christmases and two New Years. It’s pretty slick to get this holiday redo option. Continue reading “Happy New Year – Srećna Nova Godina!”→