Thoughts in my little Hungarian church.

Sitting in my little Hungarian “St Emery’s” Church yesterday, with my cousin beside me, celebrating the life of his sister who had been taken too soon. The priest stated to “lower the mask when receiving communion”. Immediately I was taken back in time to think about how much the church has survived and endured. This

Aunt Maureen’s Home

Peeling paper on the walls leading downstairs,  worn old carpet underfoot. The basement with the brown paneling, memories of family parties over the years. Bags and boxes of dried flowers for arranging, heaps of them in storage. A huge AC Moore craft bag when they were going out of business, stocked with ribbons, wreaths, more

My Loves, My Valentines

“If there were no words, no way to speak, I would still hear you.” These are my Valentines, older now. Thinking of when they were young and we’d go to Cape Cod every year and rent bikes to ride on the trails. Now that they are teenagers they are not so easy to shuffle around,

Running in the Winter

In the early morning AM, with chill in the air, snow on the ground, and a bright sun shining, I ran. I ran on the shoveled sidewalks at the green, I ran with more mindfulness on some of the iceier patches along the shadows of the houses, I ran faster and faster on the cleared

Listings on Ebay

My new year word “exhilarating” had me listing some items today. I spent a couple hours showcasing some little things I have lying around the house, on ebay. At an estate sale last week I bought an old crumbling sewing box of threads, mini scissors, wooden thread spools, buttons galore, patches, and a few other

Lighting for the living room.

I’m feeling frustrated with the lighting in my living room. We’ve been needing a new standing floor lamp for about a year now. It’s dark in this room that I write in, especially in the winter. We received a tiffany lamp, as a gift from my brother in law, for our wedding over 19 years

Teen’s moodiness and thank you note to grandparents

Sometimes the moments are just in sync with one another, even on Mondays. It’s a back to work day with little sleep the night prior. I’m not sure why, but I felt like I just tossed and turned the early morning hours away. I think it was because I knew I’d have to get up

Stack a wood pile

Day three of the new year and looking to see how the new word of 2021 transpires today. It did at the wood pile, in the back yard, in the cold weather with icy snow falling. I saw we needed more stacked wood, and sure enough, was inspired again to do something exhilarating. Wood is

Saving an Historic House

A suffragette from the 1800’s, a wealthy developer, the zoning board, a mayor, a handful of girl scouts, an author, several historians, a college history professor, a reporter, and many local residents. These are the players. The game board? An 1856 Carpenter Gothic style home, that sits in front of three acres of overgrown land,

The Polar Bear Plunge

So in all honesty I felt the blog I wrote yesterday was typical and boring. It summarized my 2020 year though not in quite enough details. Enough was written yesterday however to lead to an “exhilarating” re-action today. The Polar Bear Plunge for Make A Wish! It appeared on my facebook feed and I contemplated