Jack has excellent posture


, , ,

I can write about Jack forever. He gives us so much joy. His begging never gets old, it is so cute! I am proud of my husband that he has recently started to say no to our Jack, but that doesn’t stop Jack from trying. When he sits up on his backside, it so effortless that he can spend minutes upon minutes comfortably waiting for a morsel or even a speck of food. As the title suggests he does have the best posture, I should have a posture as ramrod straight as his, the little dickens.




I fooled around with the filters available on my iPad and due to the low lighting in the living room last night, the pictures look old and grainy; but you can still see how straight his back is and how solid his perch is on his little backside. What a ham!

Our daughter left for University :(


, ,

My husband and I dropped our daughter off at the airport very early this morning so that she can resume her studies at school, she is a junior this year. We are both sad, happy for our daughter, but sad for ourselves. We love having our children at home, we know that they need to leave the nest, but we like having them nearby, they are both very funny and engaging.

I know that our daughter is going to have a great semester and is getting closer to getting a firm grasp of what she wants to do with her life as she gets older. She is a very responsible young lady as is our son. Whatever path they choose for themselves, I am sure that they will give it their all and they will be successful. My husband and I will be on the sidelines, in the background, wherever they want us to be, cheering them on and supporting them however they need us to and loving them unconditionally in the process.

I still miss her.

Daily prompt; 10,000 spoons


, ,

..When all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse, stanza, or story of badly-timed annoyance to Alanis Morissette’s classic:.

I don’t feel like listening to the prompt, I felt compelled to answer the prompt just for the title, 10,000 spoons. I have a thing for spoons, I have a cereal spoon, an oatmeal spoon and an ice cream spoon. Now to me this is perfectly normal, why wouldn’t I have a specific spoon for each different food item? However my husband and my son both made the point that I do have a lot of rules when it comes to food. We were in front of the ice cream cake display and I said that I only like the ice cream cakes that have the chocolate layer on top, not on the bottom so that means a Friendly’s cake and not a Carvel cake. My family knows me so well.

I guess for me the next line in the Alannis Morissette classic would be 10,000 spoons and no milk, 10,000 spoons and no ice cream, 10,000 spoons and no cereal and 10,000 and no oatmeal. That would stink.




I’m an Amazon, not an Egyptian


, , ,

If you are thinking what a crazy title for a post, I’ll fill you in to the context of the phrase. My husband has been a very busy man since yesterday. I’ll get to his culinary achievement later, but now to explain the Amazon and the Egyptian. Our fence has been needing a few repairs for some time and this morning was the day that it was going to be done. We went out back together and as usual I tired to help, but I am not a very good helper. My husband says that the reason is that I don’t follow direction because I always want to lead. As we were moving the sections of fence, I was inadvertently fighting the board instead of letting it be while my husband was getting the old screws out. He said that I needed to learn the physics of leverage and I definitely wasn’t Egyptian in my ways of lifting and moving heavy objects. A second later, my husband exclaimed that of course I wasn’t Egyptian or using the geometry of angles, why would I when I was acting like the Amazonian that I am at heart.
I was laughing at everything that he was saying because I didn’t care as long as the fence was getting fixed and Jack couldn’t escape, that was what was most important. I could be an Amazon or an Egyptian, I’ll even be both as long as the job gets done.

Now last night, in honor of the remaining few days left until our daughter returns to school in Miami, my husband made an incredible baked 5 cheese macaroni and cheese just for our princess. It was excellent, he used cheddar, sharp cheddar, extra sharp cheddar, parmesan and asiago cheeses, he melted half of it in the béchamel sauce and the other half sprinkled all the way through and on top before he added bread crumbs and pats of butter and then putting it into the oven. His macaroni and cheese was the best that I had ever tasted.




The Giver: a movie review


, ,

My husband, our son and I went to see The Giver after we had enjoyed lunch at Arby’s. We had not read the book or even heard of it, but something like that would never stop us from seeing a movie. The story seemed very interesting and that is all that we need, something to lead us away to another land for a few hours.

The idea for the movie/book/story is that at some point the community elders came together and decided that in order to have lasting peace, emotions needed to be taken out of the equation and the past was no longer needed; only one special person would be the carrier of the memories of mankind and there would always be a Giver of the memories and a Receiver of the memories in training; their function was to use the knowledge to give council but still keep the memories secret from the rest of the community.

The idea, given what is going on the world as I write this, can be sort of seductive, are we really mature enough to have all of the technology and sophisticated weaponry without blowing up the world all around us since we can’t keep our fear, prejudices and hatred in check?

The movie does show that without emotion, we get rid of the hate and prejudice, we get rid of inequality, starvation and poverty, but we also get rid of laughter, love, music and art. We may be safe and secure, but we are also colorless and unimaginative. Is life worth living if you can’t feel anything real, is being safe and bland all that we can allow ourselves or are we able to get better?

We enjoyed the movie and it does make you think.

Mid August blooms


, ,

I can’t believe that we are already halfway through August! Time is not listening to me, I asked it to slow down for a bit and instead it seems to have sped up. Our daughter is leaving to go back to Miami on Monday, already, it feels too soon, sniff, sniff.

I worked on my collection of essays; so far I am at 450, and so I am almost done with the gathering, I then have to decide how to present them: either by category or chronologically, I don’t know yet, I have to think about it.

So I am a little tired and still a little sore from my bang up on Monday. I decided to go out back and take pictures of my blooms; they are waning a bit because they feel the days of summer winding down. It made me a little melancholic.


















Daily prompt: A Bookish Choice


, , ,

A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?

That is a difficult choice. It is an appealing thought to be this sort of “cool” off the beaten path novelist enjoyed by the select few, but when one writes, isn’t it to be read by many?

I have two projects that are different in genre, one id a collection of political essays and the other is a novel set in the 1920’s Paris/New York and is a love story/adventure. I could see the collection of political essays to an obscure publication that could be studied for a few decades; whereas the novel might give pleasure to many different people of all backgrounds. Am I being greedy?

I just want to be finished with both of my books so that I can have this giant expectation of myself off my shoulders. At this point I don’t even mind if I don’t get published, I do want to get published, but I am not even really thinking of that at this point. I want to be able to type the last words and know that I have accomplished the projects that I had set for myself. My two books are all about me and my follow through, I want to be a finisher, not a quitter.

I am incredibly lucky


, ,

Today I am a little sore, actually a lot sore, but I am so incredibly lucky. Yesterday as I was driving home on the MA Turnpike, the car in front of me stopped abruptly, I was able to stop in time from hitting it, but the car behind me had no such luck and I was slammed from behind into the car in front of me. I was shaken, but luckily my car was drive-able because I was still 40 miles away from home. The State Trooper was very helpful and the other drivers involved were lovely as well. The poor gentleman behind me was so concerned over my well being when it first happened. I was sitting in the car trying to make sense of what had just happened and he opened my door to make sure that I was okay. After the State Trooper gave me the go ahead to go home, I left and went home. I had called my husband to let him know what was going on and as soon as I got home our son drove me to the E.R to make sure that I was completely checked out.

I passed inspection and today we drove the car to the auto shop and got a replacement car from the insurance company. I am so very lucky.



My husband the chef


, ,

My husband is a great chef and he never minds taking over in the kitchen especially when I am not feeling well. I have been exhausted for the past few days and having him come in and do all the work is such a gift for me. Our children are always happy when he takes the reins in the kitchen; he made veal scaloppine picatta, sautéed baby potatoes and baked vegetables.




My birthday celebration in New York


, , ,

I had a fantastic weekend celebrating my birthday with my mother, my sister and her family and of course my husband and our children. We went to my sister’s and I just love spending time with my niece and nephew, they are growing so fast. Jack was with us and he is always a hit with them; he loves running and jumping with them and they love hugging him.




I took just a few pictures because I was busy speaking with my sister about what is going on with her and I was joking and teasing my niece and nephew, but we ate very, very well. My sister made this tremendous gaspacho, a cold soup of tomato richly flavored with garlic, I made a pig of myself because I boldly stated that I would finish the rest of the container and I did. It was absolutely delicious; the tomato wasn’t acidic or bland, it was exactly what a ripe tomato tastes like, only enhanced with liberal use of raw garlic. It was so good that I cleaned my soup bowl with my bread.







The next item on the menu was a light salad of greens and tomatoes topped with poached lobster and blanched new potatoes, dressed with my mother’s vinaigrette. It was very good, slightly decadent, but offset with the clean flavors of the greens and tomatoes.

What I was really waiting for was dessert; there was a Saint Honore which is the cream puff and pastry cream French idea of confectioner’s heaven, there were chocolate eclairs, my personal favorite and little cheesecakes.
Dessert was delightful and followed by coffee, really hit the spot. It was a wonderful family get together.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 737 other followers