Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Mona Lisa Smiles - My Bucket List Epilogue

Do you know the 2003 movie? Julia Roberts is a liberated, free spirited teacher at Wellesley, trying to get the women there to question, and break free from traditional female roles. Julia Stiles is a brilliant lawyer to be, who chooses to ditch her education and future career, marry the man she loves, start a family, and be a homemaker. The very disappointed Julia Roberts, hounds Julia Stiles, telling her she has a choice, she should go to law school, she doesn't have to be a homemaker. Finally, Julia Stiles, gets the headstrong and bewildered Roberts to understand that she is making a choice; being a homemaker is what she wants.
When I look back on my life, and what I've done, I've really had a lot of fun, and did things that I wouldn't have been able to do if I had job. I only get discontent and unhappy, when I compare myself to what society thinks as worthy, or successful...or when people ask me what I do. Thank you Cindi, for the encouragement, and reminding me how blessed I am.

Today Brewier and I drove to Greenville, SC, to visit the Apple Store and have my iphone battery replaced. It was a gorgeous day there; its always 10 degrees warmer than it is in Asheville. Because my phone/camera was in for repairs, I didn't take any pictures, but I do have this photo of Brewier from a couple of weeks ago. We were at a thrift store, where I'd been eying these silver plated bowls for over a month. I only wanted the smallest one, but they were being sold as a set, for $10. I bemoaned my dilemma to Brewier, asking him, "What am I going to do with a giant silver bowl?" His eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas, as he answered, "Fill it with candy!"

I took this photo after crushing his diabetic candy dreams, by declaring we would never have that much candy in the house.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Bucket LIsts, and Other Things I'm Pondering.

Ever since the movie was released, bucket lists have become de rigueur. I've never had a written list, just a few ideas of things I'd like to accomplish, bouncing around in my head. So much of what I planned to do, such as travel, open my own shop, and skydive, won't ever be crossed off, because of my environmental allergies; and while I don't want to use that as an excuse for not accomplishing things, it does dramatically limit my life...but in truth, I'm also kind of lazy. I got to thinking about this today after talking to Max, a regular at the coffee shop. When he found out I was from Florida, he asked if I played golf. "No," I replied. (Though I wanted to play, there are too many chemicals used on a golf course.) Then he inquired if I skied, or fished. Again, I had to tell him no. Thankfully our conversation was interrupted by Oliver, offering Max, a cookie he had baked, but I do start to feel a bit low when people ask me what I do, or have done, because I think about all the things I had planned on doing in my life, and how few I've actually done. And telling people I sit around being fabulous all day, only goes so far. Two big things that I have been able to check of my list are, moving to Asheville, and meeting Jane.
Today my morning devotional was Proverbs 15; It's all about controlling your tongue and having a gentle answer. Oh my, the Lord knew I would need that today. There was a young couple from Michigan at the coffee house, looking at Craigslist ads, trying to find a place to live. At first I thought, what a sweet couple, but then they moved next to where I was sitting, and I became privy to their conversation. It would be more accurate to say the guy talked loud enough to make sure everyone knew how awesome and cool he was, and how he really felt like his Karma was in tune with hers for now, but that may not last. He spewed ridiculous quasi zen crap for 20 minutes, before his girl friend took a deep sigh and leaned into him, hugging his arm. He then became very angry and offended that she would sigh like that, because he knew what that meant, and informed her that her problem was that she didn't like herself, and maybe she should just go back to Michigan. For the hour we were there, I never heard her speak; she just hugged and smiled at the guy. It took every ounce of self control I had not to interrupt them and tell her to run away from this abusive, self important douche, as fast as she could. I've not been able to get this couple off of my mind...maybe I should have left a note, telling her she deserves so much better. Those would have been kind words, right?
Heres a list of what I've done so far today.
Devotions, wash my hair, put on make up, get dressed, unload and load dishwasher, wash a load of towels. wrestle Oliver, go to my chiropractor, made tea for Megan, visit with my Mojo friends, ordered a pair of boots on Amazon, watched a video on how to winter my geraniums, debated whether or not to blog about el douche, blogged, started a batch of bone broth, and,
Brewier and I planted these window boxes today; I like the color they bring to the porch.

Maybe I could tell people I practice the art of being Martha Stewart?

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Why Can't I Just Be Fat and Happy?

Cheese plates, chocolate, and wine, oh my. Everyday I pledge to not eat dairy, sugar, or wheat. Everyday I succomb to the power of the cheese plate, olives, bread, and bottle of wine, and now, Purdy's Chocolate, mostly because everyday feels like a vacation with Brewier at home; plus it's fall, and gorgeous out; shouldn't we celebrate? I would be concerned that I had a drinking problem, except that I will only drink 19 Crimes wine, nothing else.
You will not be seeing any pictures of my outfits for a while...I can barely button my jeans. For real.
Here I am hiding in Brewiers shadow.

Oliver and I on a bridge at the Botanical Gardens.

This is why they're called the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Coffee at the Biltmore this morning.

On the back deck this afternoon. Yep, thats a bottle of 19 Crimes.

And now, I must go. The aroma of baking chocolate chip cookies calls me.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

I Love Grey

Grey days, grey walls, and well, Grey's Anatomy.
Yesterday was grey, rainy, and blustery, with tornado warnings all day. I pretty much loved it. I spent the entire day in the kitchen and my house smells wonderful. As I type this, it is once again grey and rainy, but most of the day saw clear blue skies, and temperatures hovering around 60 degrees. I'm drinking so many cups of milky tea, it's a wonder I can sleep at night. Before the rain came Brewier and I walked up our road and cut down some Bittersweet vine. I've always wanted to live somewhere that I could do that; I'm a hunter, gatherer and crafter by nature. Today, with the, um, "help," of Oliver, I attempted to make a bittersweet wreath. I need some practice. Oliver was keen on raking up all the leaves the storm blew down, and became quite distraught when the wind kicked up and started to disturb the pile he worked so hard on. I thought he threw himself on the leaves to play in them, but no, he was trying to keep them from blowing away, and lay on top of them for at least five minutes.
Don't you love my grey walls? Brewier painted them while I was in Florida; what a surprise! I love them so much. Not only did I come home to beautiful walls, but my favorite bottle of wine was waiting for me, and the kitchen was spotless. Now that's romantic.
And Grey's Anatomy...I'm amazed it's in it's eleventh season!

Monday, October 13, 2014

Comfortably Numb.

You know how I had mentioned my mom hasn't been doing so great? Well, it's become much worse. She spent all of last week in the hospital, and was diagnosed with myelodysplasia. I blame all the meds she was blasted with. Today she was told she also has salmonella poisoning. She has gone from being very healthy, to dying...no exaggeration. While I know Dr's do their best, I also know they are the pawns of drug companies, and drug companies are not in the business of healing, but of keeping you sick and in need of more drugs. Today I realized I've been self medicating to deal with the stress. This has been my meal more times than I can count, these past two weeks.

Wine, cheese and bread; all the things that make me sick...but it's great while I'm eating and drinking. (And Sandra, that Purdys chocolate has been my dessert.Oh my goodness, is that ever good. Im not even sharing it.)

We woke up to a true autumn day, so I pulled out my boots. See how puffy my face is? That would be the wine, cheese and bread.

Where we live; it feels like a dream.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Holy Grail

I've been searching for a new coffee pot since ours gave up the ghost last winter; it was less than a year old. We've bought several since then, but they all have a really strong plastic smell and taste. I have a Chemex, and a pourover, but sometimes I want the ease of drip coffee. Today God smiled down upon me, when I found this, new in the box gem, for $5 at a garage sale.

This coffee maker produces the best coffee, but hasn't been made since the 1990's, and I always did a little happy dance when I'd come across one at a garage sale. That hasn't happened since this post in 2005.

Tomorrow morning, I'm makin' coffee! (But I'll be back at Mountain Mojo on Monday.)

Thursday, October 09, 2014


I had an entire blog post composed about my visit to Orlando, and deleted it because it was just too whiney. Suffice it to say, I get poisoned, cranky, sick, and whiney in FL.
What I did notice while in Tampa and Orlando, was, people seem nicer, and friendlier. The sunsets are beautiful, and the palm trees still make me smile. Park Ave, is breathtaking and looks like something out of a movie. I can understand why so many people love the state.
My plans for visiting friends and family were waylaid when Oliver got sick, and then I was without a car for a day because two allen wrenches became embedded in my tire, and it had to be replaced.
I had a short visit with my mom at my brother, Roger's, house. She is not doing well. Before her knee replacement, she was the picture of health, but the drugs they gave her had made her severely anemic, and given her pancreatitis. She says she feels like she is dying; and the last time I talked to her, the doctor wanted to put her back in the hospital. I'm concerned.

My handsome and sweet nephew, Nathan.

Megan, Keith and Jose...all grown up.

The view from the parking lot of Trader Joes, Winter Park.

Sarah and the other kind of wine. In this case, prossecco.

My old house. It makes me sad to see it getting run down.

The evil allen wrenches. The tire guy said he's never seen anything like it.

Saturday, October 04, 2014

I Knew Better and Did it Anyway.

But I promised Addison a new dress, so I went to Target, AND Marshalls yesterday morning before getting together with Jane and Sandra. How toxic were the stores? Well, even Addison kept telling me her eyes were doing weird things, and her brain felt funny; I was going full on space cadet, barely able to speak. (Hours later when I arrived in Orlando at Darlenes, she noticed right away I was poisoned. Florida, you are not the state for me.)
I was supposed to meet up with my Canadian friends at the beach, but my nose had gotten pretty burnt the day before, so I passed on that adventure, and the ladies juggled their plans, and were kind enough to drive to Jessicas for a visit. Unfortunately by the time Sandra and Jane arrived at , I had the beginnings of a migraine, and had become super crabby from my shopping adventure. Grrr. Sandra was ever so kind and gave me a fantastic neck and shoulder massage, which helped immensely. I really hope these wonderful, lovely, ladies can visit me in Asheville sometime. It was such a pleasure to meet and visit with them, and I think if we lived in the same town, we'd be great friends.

Addison in her new dress.

morning muffins at Target.

As I said, I stopped by Darlenes for a quick hello, then picked up fried shrimp, and met with Sarah, at Renee's house, where we are staying. After eating, we lazed on the bed and talked fashion. For hours. It was awesome.

And now, my Saturday adventures begin...with a shopping trip to Marshalls. I know better and am doing it anyway.

Thursday, October 02, 2014

My Beautiful Blog Friend.

Who I can now just call, "my beautiful friend," because we finally met! Jane flew to Tampa, from Vancouver, so Megan and I drove down to Florida to meet her. I was a bit nervous at first; what if despite our middle of the night Facebook chats, we had nothing to talk about...what if we didn't click? We did click, we did chat, and I am still so excited that I finally got to meet Jane! (And Oliver is just a bit infatuated with her.)

Oliver, and as he refers to them, "My girls."