So Chris found this guy last week. Chris was sweeping the floor and Harvey (named after Harvey Specter from Suits TV show) was hanging out on the arm of a nearby chair. That was his first appearance from we assume, the fern, since being brought inside for the winter in October. He came out again today …pretty brazen I’ll say (and appropriate given the character he’s named after). Be nice, Tristan!
June 5, Alyssa had her four wisdom teeth surgically removed. The videos you watch on YouTube of the after-effects of the sedation. True. All true. She was goofy and felt nothing, while a worried momma watched on with horror as the gauze kept filling up with blood. And she babbled on and on (until the medication wore off).
But one week in…she’s doing much better. The picture below is from 2 days after. Those cute cheeks!
Cook, Tristan, Alyssa and I hit the nature trail at her middle school on Sunday for a nice little hike.
We intend to hike it again, and maybe next time take a picnic lunch. There were some benches along the way…and camp fire pits (which didn’t seem entirely safe given we’re often in drought conditions, but…).
Alyssa was even kind enough to pose for a photo on our way out!
So here it is. My very first bowl of Pho (pronounced “Fah” by the way; I was led to believe previously it was “Fee” or “Fo” but it is, in fact, neither – the waitress corrected me Monday evening at the restaurant).
I chose the shrimp variety. Very delish and will likely become a weekly staple here in South Carolina (did I mention we moved?)
My daughter repeatedly reminded me today that it is the one-month anniversary of our trip to Chicago for BookCon 2016.We had an awesome time. She asked for tickets last autumn, and I presented them to her on Christmas. She was beyond thrilled. She’s become quite the book aficionado and prefers to spend all of her money on books, books and more books.
Quite honestly, I couldn’t be happier.
After an amazing day in Chicago on Friday, May 13, we hit the convention center early Saturday morning to get in the longest line I’ve ever been in (that is not a joke) waiting for doors to open to the day’s BookCon event. Alyssa had mapped out exactly what authors she wanted to meet, the panels she wanted to attend, etc. She’s quite the planner. I told her the day was hers and I would do whatever she wanted to do during her time at the event. We had an amazing time and she scored lots of big books. (She’s becoming a hardcover collector.)
Yesterday, I drove her to a Barnes & Noble bookstore (the closest one is about an hour and 20 minutes from our house) so she could attend a creative writing workshop, get some book loot, and spend her babysitting earnings (from the day before – it burns holes in her pocket if she holds onto it for too long).
She bought a copy of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. I saw it on the shelf and pointed it out to her and told her I would like to read that one too should she ever get it. But she sat it back down and proceeded to shop around the store for a good half hour. One of the beautiful things about her is that although she likes to spend money, she doesn’t make impulse buys. She figures out exactly what she wants before she chooses to spend her money on anything.
The little sweetie snuck up to the register when I wasn’t looking and bought Miss Pelegrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. She wanted to surprise me. Happy mama.
And…she picked up yet another bookmark. The slogan? “I like big books and I cannot lie.”
Too funny. Read on my little bookworm, read on.
Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?
This daily prompt dates back several months, but I had hit “try another” umpteen times. It was time to commit.
Having survived a crushing divorce, I wholeheartedly believe in forgive and forget. Why, you ask? Read on…
From Help, Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers by Anne Lamott
“…graced with the ability finally to forgive someone is just plain astonishing. You can’t have gotten from where you were – gripped by anxiety, tiny with fear – to come through to freedom, for God’s sake. To have been so lost that you felt abducted, to feeling found, returned, and set back on your feet.”
Forgiving is important to free yourself; not necessarily someone else, but to free you.
Instructions for freedom
1. Life’s metaphors are God’s instructions.
2. You have just climbed up and above the roof, there is nothing between you and the Infinite; now, let go.
3. The day is ending, it’s time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, let go.
4. Your wish for resolution was a prayer. You’re being here is God’s response. Let go and watch the stars came out, on the inside and the outside.
5. With all your heart ask for Grace and let go.
6. With all your heart forgive him, forgive yourself and let him go.
7. Let your intention be freedom from useless suffering then, let go.
8. Watch the heat of day pass into the cold night, let go.
9. When the Karma of a relationship is done, only Love remains. It’s safe, let go.
10. When the past has passed from you at last, let go.. then, climb down and begin the rest of your life with great joy.
― from Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat. Pray. Love.
From Worthy by Catherine Ryan Hyde
“Forgive someone from your past. You don’t need to contact them. Forgiveness is more about you than them.”
Inspired by petitegirlsneedclothestoo.wordpress.com’s post, What I Want Wednesday, I decided to create my own alliteration and post (albeit three days late) Thaw Me Out Thursday.
While the scenery this past week was breathtaking, the roads were slippery,power lines were falling and it was a bit of a mess. We had rain, then ice, then snow on Tuesday morning which led to this beautiful winter wonderland you see above (and about a foot of snow).
To top it off, this was the first week of “split spring break” and my daughter’s space/science camp was canceled Tuesday due to the treacherous road conditions. I, fortunately, was able to work from home. Good thing. Because (a) I couldn’t get out of my driveway and (b) there was no way I was going to leave the house. So for a day or so, suffice it to say I resented everyone that went to Florida for spring break.
By Saturday, the temperature reached 59 degrees. Practically unheard of for this time of year in snowy, cold New York State. We rejoiced! And my daughter and I headed to a quaint, nearby ski resort town for some shopping and lunch. Consider me thawed! (For now.)