- Barbie’s got nothing on this.
- New Apartment!
At this point in my life, all I want is a nice apartment with either a terrace or a balcony for my plants. By nice apartment, I mean hardwood floors in the bedrooms, living room and dining room. The kitchen and bathroom would have tiled floors therefore easier to clean. I think that I’m adopting the idea of going back to the basics and simpler living.
My adventure continues with my mommy. Yesterday I was feeling pretty good so after my mommy drove her two hours, which she was very proud of and so was I, I took over and just kept going. We had planned to stop either in Pottersville New York or further up at Keeseville, New York but I still had some energy so I kept going. In the back of my mind, I was also thinking that we had six hours of driving to my house once we got Nolwenn, so the closer we got to Nolwenn the less it meant to add to the six hour drive that we are doing today.
I have only one complaint about the drive, as long as we were on 87 I was thinking, you know this really isn’t bad at all, I can do this again. However, after Keeseville, the GPS told us to get off 87 and onto the smaller roads. That is when it no longer seemed as easy as before. Massena is easily almost two hours off 87 and you are driving in complete farm country with nothing to look at aside from a few cows and fields. We were in the boondocks for a long time, didn’t quite care for it. I was getting a little nervous about finding accommodations and a gas station. I didn’t say anything because I knew that my mommy was worrying enough over those two questions for a thousand people. She is a worrier.
We found a Mobil gas station right before Nolwenn’s school, I was relieved and while my mommy was inside paying, I looked through the points of interest on the GPS until I found lodging. There were motels a few miles down the road and then scrolling down the list there were actual hotels just 5 miles away, hooray! We were saved!
As soon as my mommy got back into the car, we drove down the road and found Nolwenn’s school so that the next day we would know where to find her. That is when I went to the points of interest to show my mommy that we weren’t going to have to sleep in the car. She was so happy to see that we could pick between a Best Western and a Ramada.
I picked the Best Western on the GPS and off to Cornwall we were. It wasn’t until we had driven over the bridge and gone around the tiny roundabout and show the toll booth with another stopping point afterwards that oops, Cornwall is in Canada. We didn’t have our passports, after 9/11 Canada requires passports to get in, my mommy was a little nervous. I wasn’t, what was the worst that can happen? They make us turn around and go back along our merry way. That didn’t happen because I am writing this in my hotel bed at the Ramada in Cornwall. The nice man let us into Canada after making sure that we didn’t have alcohol, tobacco, firearms or pepper spray. I assured him that we didn’t and he said enjoy your stay in Canada.
I am going to have breakfast now and I hope that we won’t have any trouble getting back into the U.S.
It pains me to this day, my most precious thing that I lost is the stone from my engagement ring. I can’t even say exactly where it was lost. We were traveling at the time, so it could have been lost going to the airport, in one of the cars, in transit between the airport and the parking lot. There was just too many places to even look. It hurts me to this day because I blame myself for the loss, I should have been more careful with my ring. I just wore it so proudly and never had it off my finger, if I had been more circumspect and wore it less often, I might still have it.
Plinky | “It\’s not you, it\’s me.” by Laurie Nichols
My hubby dropped me off this morning at South Station in Boston. I had a train to catch to get myself down to New York City to go see my mother. My mother and I are going on an adventure, a road trip up to the tip top of New York State, to go pick up my cousin’s eldest daughter, Nolwin; she of the nine children. She is a brilliant student and wanted to learn English, so my cousin, her mother, thought it would be a great idea to send her daughter Nolwin to a school in upstate New York. The town where the school is located, basically is in the boondocks, which is why we are driving up to get her since her school has a week’s vacation.
I love adventures and New York State, especially during this time of year, is spectacular. It’s going to be a long drive, but we are doing it in two days because we aren’t the spring chickens that we used to be. I used to be able to drive 7 to 8 hours a stretch when I was in my early thirties, not so much anymore. I think that we are going to drive for about five hours tomorrow and spend the night in a nice little Inn or motel and then drive the rest of the way Thursday. We are then, after collecting Nolwin, going to drive back southeast towards my house so I get dropped off.
Tomorrow I’ll see if I get wifi access so that I can let you know how the adventure is going.
Our baby boy is being the dutiful son and watching the little Jack for the hubby and I tonight so that my hubby and I can have a date night together. We both need a special night because we are both mourning the loss of our big man Rex. I haven’t been up to blogging spontaneously these past few days because I have been feeling a little hollow inside. Thank goodness for Plinky.com, this service provides daily prompts perfect for when your brain is a little overwhelmed by sadness and loss.
As a pet owner, I have had to make the decision with my hubby to end the old or sickly lives of all of our previous dogs and it never gets easier, no matter how old or sickly they are at the time. It was especially hard with Rex because he had so many human like qualities.
I know that this evening will be good for us, time away to concentrate on us which will be welcome after being so sad for a week.
- Rags to Riches
- Carries too much weight
That is a very good question because it puts many things on the table such as value, character, judgement, quality and morality. In my mind, when the economy was simpler, as in the days before globalization, when someone came up with an idea to make something and it became successful, thousands were employed to produce the idea and the creator of that idea became wealthy, that made sense. It was in my mind, a win, win opportunity. People were employed, consumers had a product, the creator was successful, taxes were paid, a virtuous cycle was born. These days, wealth has been created out of nothing but financial transactions and cheap labor overseas, there isn’t a virtuous cycle, only a vicious one, where the wealthy are hoarding the gains and the many are being left the crumbs. Wealth of some financiers has only been on paper because it is all in the stock market, so if the stock market crashes once more, their value becomes nothing, is that truly wealth? I don’t think so, but does anyone really need billions? Isn’t there some point when it is just too much? I think that too much wealth concentrated in too few hands has to warp a person’s mentality and character. The basics lose their value, I would think, by that point. All that I would like is enough to not have stress over what we really need, a roof, a car because we live out in the country, food, insurance and such. The not having stress part to me would be priceless.
- Shh, I’m trying to hear!
No I don’t ever try to, but nowadays with cell phones everywhere, it is almost impossible to not hear other people’s conversations. Sometimes, just when it is getting interesting, the person gets up to exit the subway and leaves you hanging. In this day and age, there seems to be a lack of privacy and between the blue tooth, ear buds and cell phones proper, all conversations are up for grabs.
- Read this; you’ll feel better.
- Bauhaus – Swing The Heartache: The BBC Sessions
What to recommend to a friend going through a bad breakup. There is always Eat, Pray, Love though it is not a guaranteed pleaser. I loved it until she went to India and there she lost me, I don’t know why but it became a different book for me. The book selection would also depend on how the breakup occurred, do you want to recommend a book about female friendships, or a silly romance novel or a travel book? I loved Lunch in Paris but the author meets her “Prince Charmant” so that is probably out of the question. I love sci-fi and Robert Jordan is one of my favorites, but when your heart is broken, do you really want to get into the battle of saving the world from the Dark One? I say forget the books and watch Pride and Prejudice with Kiera Knightley as Lizzie and I forget his name, but I love this Mister Darcy. I can watch it forever, it is so wonderful.
- Calgon, take me away…
What do I do? I do what I know that I shouldn’t do, I eat ice cream. A little ice cream never hurts but I take it to the extreme. I can easily eat a carton of ice cream while watching t.v, I know that I am going to do it and at that moment in time, I don’t care. Am I proud of this? No, but as long as I am mindful and don’t do it everyday perhaps one of these days I will find something else to replace my ice cream affliction.