Everything Possible

We have cleared off the table
The leftovers saved
Washed the dishes
And put them away
I have told you a story
And tucked you in tight
At the end of your knockabout day
As the moon sets its sail
To carry you to sleep
Over the midnight sea
I will sing you a song no one sang to me
May it keep you good company

You can be anybody that you want to be
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself
You can gather friends around
You can choose one special one
But the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone

Some girls grow up strong and bold
Some boys are quiet and kind
Some race on ahead, some follow behind
Some grow in their own space and time
Some women love women
And some men love men
Some raise children, and some never do
You can dream all the day, never reaching the end
Of everything possible for you

Don’t be rattled by names, by taunts or games
But seek out spirits true
If you give your friends the best part of yourself
They will give the same back to you

You can be anybody that you want to be
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself
You can gather friends around
You can choose one special one
But the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone

Oh yes, the love you leave behind when you’re gone.


Performed by The Flirtations:


We’ve been enjoying our long weekend so far.

Saturday we went on a small outing, despite the frigid temps, as I was getting stir crazy not having been out of the house since New Year’s Eve, other than to check the mailbox and let the dogs out. We made a visit to Hallmark (fully masked with KF-94 masks – not the best ones available, but still much better than simple cloth masks) and went in, since the only other people in the store were the two staff members behind the counter. I got a handful of Superhero Christmas ornaments at 75% off, and a Jim Shore Rudolph figure for 30% off (that will go nicely with my Rankin/Bass Christmas collection.)

Then we stopped at our local fresh seafood market (where we were, again, the only two people in the store besides the one staff member behind the counter) for some Swordfish Steaks, Chilean Sea Bass, Snow Crab Legs, Asparagus, and (Gluten Free) Rhode Island Clam Chowder.

Our final stop was at our local butcher shop for some Filet Mignon, Cheese, and a few Vegetables. This shop was more crowded, but we were in and out very quickly.

Last night, for the first time in 2 years, I enjoyed a lovely medium rare Filet Mignon, grilled to perfection on our Ninja Foodi Grill, with grilled Asparagus, and a lovely Cabernet Sauvignon. (I have been able to handle eating and digesting beef of any kind due to issues related to my Crohn’s.)

Today, with the temps still frigid, we stayed in and enjoyed a lovely breakfast while watching episodes of “Peacemaker” on HBO Max. It’s a pseudo-parody comedy drama superhero series based on a DC Comic Book character, although he was originally owned by Charlton Comics. (If you like seeing John Cena run around in his underwear a lot, this is the show for you.)

Then I took an updated inventory of my Christmas Jim Shore Peanuts statues (I keep a list on the Reminders app on my iPhone, with titles and pics of each piece, to avoid buying duplicates.) After that, we settled in by the fire with the pups, to watch a favorite movie, “The Fifth Element”, during which I fell asleep and enjoyed a good, hour-long nap.

After waking up and getting my bearings, I had a FaceTime chat with the BFJ, then had a quick dinner of fish, tossed salad, and clam chowder before whipping up a cocktail (Blossom Fizz with Tanqueray Sevilla Orange Gin) and settling in for another evening of viewing episodes of various favorite Television shows by the fire with the pups.

Tools of the trade for a Blossom Fizz:

1 oz Tanqueray Sevilla Orange
.5 oz Triple Sec Liqueur
2.5 oz Orange Juice
.5 oz Lemon Juice
Shake over ice, then add:
2 oz Club Soda

I suspect tomorrow will be more of the same. I can’t wait.

Stay safe, all.

Mixed Messages

I play Words with Friends and Scrabble on my phone with a handful of friends.

Apparently, both games have decided I’m a of a lust monster, because these sets of tiles both came up this morning:

In a game of Scrabble
In a game of Words with Friends

Maybe this should be my spy movie porn name?

“The name’s Sexdate. Manseed Sexdate!”

Too funny!

Friday Night Family Fun

I am SOOOOO excited to be done with the work week and start enjoying the 3-day weekend.

First up, I assembled my new Hall of Justice tower I ordered from Pottery Barn Kids, that arrived in the mail yesterday:

The tower makes a perfect display for my Kenner Super Powers figurine collection.

Next up, Jeffrey built a fire for us:

Harvey and Rita soaking up the warmth!

Next , we ordered pizza and made cocktails. I’m having blood orange cosmos tonight:

Mmmmmm. So good!

Finally, we picked a movie: Suicide Squad II

I have very low expectations.

I wasn’t a fan of the first movie, but the completist in me compels me to watch this one, too, especially since I want to watch the Peacemaker series, and he makes his debut here.

Whether it’s good or bad, you can’t go wrong with a fire, cocktails, pizza, puppies, and a movie on a Friday night!

Stay safe, everyone.


Full disclosure: This post was inspired by this post.(It’s a new blog I’m following, and I’m really enjoying it. Check it out…you might, too.) Thinking about gratefulness led me to my reflections on appreciation.

When I was younger, my family was poor. Food stamps, government cheese, free school lunches, hand-me-down patched up clothing, donated toys, housing project poor. Despite that, I never really knew we were, or felt, poor per se. Of course, I knew we didn’t have or do things other families did, but that just meant they were rich, not that we were poor. I owe that to my mom, who never focused our attention on what we didn’t have or what we couldn’t afford, but always tasked us with being grateful for what we DID have and could afford. We never went without a meal, we were never homeless, and we always had electricity, running water, clothes to wear, a bed to sleep in, and toys to play with. I didn’t feel poor…I just felt – normal.

We were also instilled with a sense of appreciation for everything we owned, which we were expected to show by taking care of our things and living spaces. While my Mom still did the bulk of cleaning (until I started pitching in around age 8 because I inherited her love for order, cleanliness, and neatness) we were expected to pick up our things, make our beds, hang up or put away our clothes, etc. If we discarded things on the floor or left them out in the yard, we obviously did not care about them, or appreciate them enough to take care of them, so maybe we didn’t need them after all.

I have grown up with this sense of appreciation, and try to practice intentional gratefulness and active appreciation for everything that I own or have access to. I do this by taking care of my things and the people in my life.

Every morning I (or we) make our bed, make and clean up after breakfast, straighten up blankets and dog beds and various house items set askew by the night bedsore’s activities. This shows appreciating for our home and our belongings.

I try to use all the food we purchase in a timely manner, even if I’m not always craving what I make, so that it doesn’t go bad or go to waste. This shows appreciation for the food we have access to and the nutrition we receive from it. (And for me, an extra level of appreciation that I can eat solid foods again without pain and suffering.)

I make an effort to wear all of my clothes on rotation, even the things I enjoy wearing less, so they are not just hanging in my closet taking up space; and I donate anything I no longer want to (or can) wear as often as possible. This shows appreciation for the abundance of clothing choices I have.

I pay attention to my dogs all the time, and never treat them as if they’re just objects about the house. I talk to and pet them often, and I don’t hurt them or yell at them if they do anything “wrong” (e.g. doodling in the house, getting under our feet, refusing to get me my next cocktail.) This shows them that I love them, and appreciate their presence in our home and family.

I always thank my husband, Jeffrey, for everything he does, every day, all the time, whether it’s taking out the garbage, scrambling me an egg, handing me a tissue, paying the bills, or any of the myriad of things he does daily to make our home and life as good as it is. This shows him I appreciate his efforts and all the things he does, and I never take him for granted.

I continually thank my staff, peers, and bosses when they do a good job, or help me, or guide me, or do their job timely and accurately. This shows them I appreciate them as employees/co-workers, I appreciate the work they do, and I’m aware of what they do, day in and day out, to help my Unit run smoothly and efficiently. Even if they make a mistake, I thank them for trying and/or being open to learning how to avoid the same mistakes in the future.

I thank my friends for reaching out, asking me how I’m doing, staying in touch, or for any gifts,funny comments, shared stories, or kind words they send my way. This let’s them know I appreciate them and the efforts they make to maintain and nurture our friendship.

I read my medical invoices when they come in the mail, even though I don’t have to pay them, so I am aware of how much my medical treatment and supplies costs, and appreciate the value of my health insurance.

I try to take stock of everything in my life on a regular basis, from people, to belonging, to entertainment, to pets, to utilities and vehicles, jobs and opportunities…to appreciate all I have, every day, that allows me to live the life I do. I even try to appreciate being able to treat all my ailments and chronic conditions, rather than focus on (and bemoan) the fact that I HAVE ailments and chronic conditions.

I am not perfect. Far from it. I still have bad days, pity parties, and snits. I still make mistakes, fall short of being a good person all the time, procrastinate, make bad or wrong decision and choices and, occasionally, I forget to be grateful and appreciative. But sooner or later, when the clouds part, I recognize my “dark departures”, and I get back to practicing appreciation. I may not have a perfect life, but I’ve got a pretty damn good life, and I never want to let myself forget that.

Thanks for reading.

Stay safe, all.

Ice Ages

Yup, it’s that cold here still and has been for several days.

It’s the kind of cold that, even with the insulated drapes drawn, the heat up, the fire in the fireplace, and long sleeves and pants on, you still feel a chill in your bones.

But it’s the pups I worry about most, having to go outside to do their business in these temps. The bitter cold air and icy ground on their paws has got to be very uncomfortable. We tried putting a sweater on Harvey yesterday before letting him out, but he behaved as though we’d severed his legs, so we took it off him. Rita doesn’t seem to mind the cold quite as much, but we still encourage both of them to get outside and back in as quickly as possible. The moment he’s back inside, Harvey heads right for the baseboard heating vent to warm up, and we have a heated throw I put Rita on to warm her up after an outing.

It’s par for the course living in upstate New York, of course, and certainly one of the least pleasant aspects of our season, but we do our best to keep our home, pets, and ourselves warm and comfy until temps start rising again and we can all venture outside without fear of losing fingers, toes, or the tips of our nose.

If only…

This would have saved me SO much embarrassment growing up. I learned many new words through comic book reading, but I spent years mispronouncing them in my head because I never said them out loud so had no idea they were pronounced differently than I thought.


I pronounced “Metropolis” as “Metro-Pollis”

I pronounced “Debris” as “Deb-riss”

I pronounced “Lana(Lang)” as “Lay-na”

I pronounced “Corps” as “Corpse”

Just to name a few.

Oy! The embarrassment!

No Country For Old Men

Well, this is what it looks like outside today. (It’s snowing but you can’t tell in the still pics.)

We had snow and sleet and freezing temps yesterday, so there’s a coat of ice under all this lovely snow. And things don’t look so great for the week ahead, either:

Today between 13 and 31 degrees with snow
Tuesday between 0 and 15 degrees
Wednesday between 5 and 29 degrees
Thursday between 23 and 34 degrees
Friday between 4 and 25 degrees
Saturday between -2 and 10 degrees (YIKES!!!!)
Sunday between 7 and 20 degrees with snow

Jeffrey had to drive to work today which scared me, but he made it safely and let me know when he arrived. I’m grateful I won’t have to drive to work again until March, which could still have bad weather, but it’s only 1 month of winter driving as opposed to 4. I’m not the most confident of drivers as it is, so throw in darkness, rain, sleet, or snow, and I’m a white knuckled slowpoke all the way.

However, we live in New York so this is to be expected every year. It does make me wonder if the Northeast is the best place for us as we get older, but we won’t have to be driving to work in retirement, and will have much greater say over if and when we decide to drive on crummy whether days. We were fortunate enough to find a guy to plow/snowblow/shovel our driveway and porch this year, so we are very grateful for that. (We have been trying to find someone for years.) It’s a lot to do for two men in their 50s, and with my health, I can rarely help out, so it mostly falls on Jeffrey to handle. We do have a snow blower, but it’s still an effort and freezing out there. I don’t want either of us doing it at this point in our lives, if we can avoid it. We don’t overly indulge in paying others to do our chores, just mowing our lawn and delivering our groceries so far, but I am happy to pay someone to remove the snow and, if I had to choose, this is the one service I would keep.

We will spend the week, after work, indoors by the fire avoiding the bad weather and cold as much as possible (other than Jeffrey’s trek to and from his office – grrrr!) I mean, we were planning to spend the week indoors avoiding COVID anyway, but now we’re doing it to avoid the Cold Miser’s tantrum.

They call me Cold Miser. Whatever I touch, turns to snow in my clutch! I’m too much!


Stay safe, all!

With friends Like These…

The BFJ drove down from CT early Saturday morning for a quick overnight visit to help me/us with a few house projects since I still have to avoid lifting anything over 5 pounds and have to be careful with my physical activities. He arranged all my (non-Christmas) Jim Shore Peanuts figurines in my dining room curio cabinets (he has a decorator’s eye), and helped Jeffrey reconfigure our living room love seat into a Chez, then helped him swap its location from in front of the living room windows with the matching green recliners that were stationed between the living room and dining room. We repaid him with breakfast, lunch, dinner, and cocktails, and a hysterical late night game of Cards Against Humanity, which we have not played in over a year. He headed out at 4:45am this morning (yikes!) to get home before the impending sleet storm and thankfully made it home safely on dry roads before it started.

While here, he and Jeffrey created a work of art on our refrigerator dry erase board which the built on throughout the day. Jeffrey started it, and the BFJ added to it. It was hysterical and had me laughing all day long every time I saw a new edition to the picture.

Picassos they’re not!
  1. The guy on the far left is me, with a cocktail shaker and a martini glass (we’re all holding one.)
  2. The smile on my side is my stoma, which the BFJ named “Roger” this weekend.
  3. On my left is a table with a sweet cherry pepper on it. (I had just eaten one that day.)
  4. Jeffrey is the tall one in the middle; the BFJ is on the right.
  5. we are all smiling because that is our second cocktail.
  6. Harvey is on the left; Rita on the right (see the Rita ears?)

It was good to laugh and just have a great day with my two favorite guys.

Today, we stayed in and avoided the icy, sleet-laden roads (not that we would have been going anywhere anyway.) We built a fire and watched some cartoons, had a late breakfast while watching the new “Matrix” movie (meh!) then we did some chores – laundry, bathroom closet rearranging, ostomy supply cart reorganizing, closet reorganizing, attaching a “kick stand” door-stop on our basement door, and moving all of our Christmas themed clothes upstairs into the giraffe-themed guest room closet.

Speaking of Christmas, I got these two gifts for X-mas as well:

A friend gifted me this child’s giraffe costume given to her by a friend, so I put it on my big stuffed Ikea Bear (named “Bear” because I’m so imaginative) and he sits on the rocker in our bedroom.

Tonight, we had a nice dinner of pasta and mozzarella bread, and now we’re ending the evening by the fire with the pups, re-watching Reno 911 episodes and not thinking about going back to work tomorrow.

I could definitely use more weekends like this.

Stay safe, all!