Month: November 2018

The Friday Happy Dance

MONDAY Y U NO FUN FUN FUN LIKE FRIDAY? – The Joke Cafe

Friday’s back!!!!!!!!!!!  Isn’t she beautiful?!?  It’s Favorite Things Friday here at Adulting – Second Half!  Before I get started on to describing my three favorite things for today, new readers, I try to keep in light on most Fridays, by describing three things/apps/websites/songs, etc.  that I find just adds to the deliciousness of my life.  I encourage you all to mention your own favorite things in the Comments section and please check out previous Friday posts for other good ideas for a Friday uplift.  Come on now, share the love!!  It’s Friday!!

Reminder, the Salvation Army bell ringers are back in full force.  I know that a lot of us don’t carry around cash anymore, but if you find the Salvation Army to be a good, worthy cause, start collecting your extra change and throw it into your purse to later throw into those red cauldrons.  I’ve worked very hard on my “addicted to pleasing” personality this year, but I’ve learned that I still have a long way to go, when experiencing a Salvation Army bell ringer this week.  I did have change and I did give on my way into the store, so on my way out of the store, I felt the need to LOUDLY remind the bell ringer, as well as all of the other shoppers within earshot, that I had given already on my way into the store.  Okay.  Was everyone supposed to stop and applaud for me?!  Was I supposed to all of the sudden sprout some wings?!  At least I was very self-aware in that moment and I most likely turned as red as the Salvation Army cauldron.  As I’ve said before, I’m a work in progress.

On to the reason why you stopped by today – Favorite Things Friday!!!  Here we go:

The Body Shop Satsuma Body Butter – I was at the airport this past weekend and I got a glimmer of Christmas past.  Years ago, I was at the airport and I glanced down and stared at my bare legs, aghast!  They were a dry, scaly mess!  So I popped into The Body Shop and asked for an emergency solution.  They recommended a tub of this stuff and it is amazing!!!  So I scooped some up again this weekend and I was lucky enough to catch it while it was still on Black Friday super sale price.  This is another one of those items that smells so incredible, you have a hard time not dipping a spoon into it.  The consistency is dream-like and it makes you feel so smooth, amazing and it makes you smell citrus-ly clean!  Love it!!

CoolSnowGlobes – Now, my northern readers might want to hit me for recommending these snow globes.  I currently live in Florida, so I actually miss the snow sometimes.  I bought a Winter Evening Snow Globe from this website a couple of years ago.  This snow globe is so lovely and peaceful, I keep it out all year to remind of the good, quiet, peaceful parts of a snowy night.  There are so many cool snow globes to choose from on this site.  These are NOT cheap, plastic-y globes.  They are keepsakes.  This site will even make you a custom snow globe.  Embrace the globe.  Shake, rattle and roll!

Nature’s Lovers twitter feed – If you can look at just three images on this site and not smile, I’m seriously worried about you.  If you want to be reminded how amazing our world is and how incredible God’s creations are, just spend five minutes scrolling through this feed.  This is like going to the best zoo, the most amazing safari, the most gorgeous farm, the lushest gardens and jungles, all at the scroll of your mouse.  This is a guaranteed smile and gasp of awe, every single day.

“I just cannot imagine my week without Friday.” – WishesGreeting

Have a wonderful weekend, my friends!!!

Beauty in Brokenness

I read a book recently that talks about the Japanese art of kintsugi.  Kintsugi is the process of repairing broken pottery with a lacquer filled with gold dust and other precious metals.   The kintsugi process has such a lovely result, that people have been accused of purposely breaking their ceramics so that these items can be repaired with the tell-tale look of the gold lines running through them, like a golden web or a yellow brick road on a map.  The Japanese often consider the repaired ceramic pieces to be even more beautiful and valuable than before, because their kintsugi shows that the pieces have a history and are worthy of being fixed.

Many people consider kintsugi to be part of the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi which means embracing the imperfect and flawed.  This passage is from The Book of Life website:

“In an age that worships youth, perfection and the new, the art of kintsugi retains a particular wisdom – as applicable to our own lives as it is to a broken tea cup. The care and love expended on the shattered pots should lend us the confidence to respect what is damaged and scarred, vulnerable and imperfect – starting with ourselves and those around us.”

Kintsugi is an excellent reminder that our scars and our hurts and our pains have lead us to a beautiful wisdom and a resilient strength.  When we reach middle age, it is nearly impossible to have not gone through some trials, many that may have brought us to our knees.  But we are still standing, and what we have gained in the process of making it through our struggles is actually a beautiful and a shining example to others on life’s journey, that it is possible to make it through the hard times and to be even more magnificent for it.  We should wear our battle scars with pride.  We should envision them as golden veins of hope and endurance.  We should embrace what is less than perfect in ourselves, and in doing so, allowing others to do the same for themselves.  Perhaps kintsugi is like a golden maze of veins in a heart, making it easy for love to flow through, even the most broken of anything.

Along Came Throw Pillows

Somethings that I absolutely love in life are throw pillows.  I can’t get enough of them.  I think it would be wonderful to live in piles of throw pillows with a few warm, fuzzy throws and blankets lying around to add to the soft, colorful, wonderfulness of it all.  I’m from Pittsburgh and the last time I was at the Warhol Museum, they exhibited Andy Warhol’s Silver Clouds.  Basically, the exhibit is giant silver Mylar balloons floating around the room as you are walking through it.  It’s magical!  I imagine the same sort of happy effect if you lived in a pile of throw pillows.

There is a scene in the movie, Along Came Polly in which Polly (Jennifer Aniston) decides to liberate Ben Stiller’s character from his routine of removing and storing several expensive, goose-down throw pillows from his bed every night.  They end up taking a knife to the pillows and feathers are flying everywhere.  Ben’s character does the math and realizes that he spends about two days of every year of his life, removing and storing and then replacing these throw pillows on and off of his bed.  Interestingly, if you look up this particular scene on YouTube and then read the comments underneath the scene, there are a lot of others, like me, who get a bit defensive about throw pillows.  My husband would side with Polly on this one.  The few times that we have seen this movie, I notice that he laughs extra loud and hard at this scene and looks at me, pointedly.  He thinks that we have way too many throw pillows.

You can never have enough throw pillows.  They can make an old couch look new.  They add new life to frequently washed bedding.  They decorate furniture for the holidays.  Throw pillows are easier than paint to add a whole new color scheme to your room.  I get moved by throw pillows.  One time we were in Victoria, Canada and I noticed a throw pillow depicting a baby polar bear cub, featured in a shop window.  The shop was closed, but I became obsessed with owning that pillow.  I was at the shop the first thing the next morning and would have taken a later ferry and missed a flight home, just to have that pillow.  It happily perches on a couch in my bedroom to this day.  Throw pillows make for wonderful reminders and souvenirs of happy memories in one’s life!  Throw pillows purchased on vacation are like happiness squared.

I like going into stores like HomeGoods and Pier One Imports, and seeing shelves of throw pillows arranged like a rainbow.  I’m always nervous about pulling one out though, because that usually equates to all of them falling all over the floor.  Maybe that’s how I got my idea of living in a pile of throw pillows.  Throw pillows are an instant hug, softness for life’s edges, and a burst of color when you need it the most.  Don’t you agree???

If You Build It . . .

I started writing this blog on an emotional whim when my first “baby”- the bearded, 6’2″ baby with curly red hair, left the nest. I expected it to be another form of a journaling for me, which I now realize I have been doing most of my life in one form or another.  At first, I told just a few close friends and family members that I had started a blog and then before I knew it, my readership started to grow.  For some reason, the movie, Field of Dreams with Kevin Kostner started popping into my head.

In the movie, Kevin’s character looks out into a vast cornfield in Iowa.  He is considering building a baseball field and he hears a voice whispering to him.  Now for the longest time I thought the line that he heard was, “If you build it, they will come.”  The ego part of me was getting excited about other people being excited about my blog and I would repeat that line to myself on the daily.  Then I would refocus myself, reminding myself that while it was nice for other people to affirm my writings, in the end, my blog was a tool for me to grow and to learn and to self-reflect.  Readers were the “cherry on top” who had really come to read the blog to support me, but also to hopefully glean some understanding about their own feelings and insights during this transitional, uncomfortable, skin-shedding, middle stage of life.  I now realize that together, my readers and I, are creating a community of awareness, familiarity and comfort, and of shared experience and emotion.

I looked up the particular Field of Dreams scene on YouTube and it turns out the quote really is, “If you build it, He will come.”  Some claim that this is a biblical reference and some claim that this refers to the ghost of a past famous baseball player.  I consider myself less of a religious person, but very much a spiritual person.  I see God not as a he or a she or an “it”, but an impossible to put into words, all-loving presence who is implanted into the hearts of all of Life.  I believe God is in all of creation.  So, it easily follows, that “If you build it, He will come.” God loves creation.  God is creation. I believe that God is in the heart of all of Creation.

In the end, I have this blog that I love writing.  I have a community who seems to enjoy relating to it.  I still have a voice whispering to me, “If you build it . . . ”  I have my blog of dreams.

 

 

 

The Best Gift

I think that sometimes the best gift of the holidays is the true appreciation of your regular life.  You think that you want everything in excess:  food, drink, company, stuff, lights, decorations, activity, invitations, shopping, gifts, etc. until you are totally gorged and then the feeling of being back to your regular routine is one of the best feelings in the whole wide world.  It’s nice to see and experience your regular, routine life as a peaceful, wonderful gift.

A friend of mine texted this Facebook post to our friend group yesterday:

“The happiest people I know are evaluating and improving themselves.  The unhappy people are usually evaluating and judging others.”

This time of year tends to bring out the extremes in people, the best and the worst in us all.  I think that’s a great quote to keep in the back of my mind, the mind that I want to keep happy and peaceful, and the only mind I have any control over.

Happy Cyber Monday!  If anyone is offering a discount on cash today, please let me know via the comments.  Cash seems to be what my kids want for Christmas this year. 😉  Have a great day, my friends!  It’s so nice to be back with you in a regular kind of way.

 

Harmonia

The picture on the homepage of my blog is a snap of a portion of my backyard.  We live on a lake and the concrete statue of a woman that is pictured, I have affectionately named “Harmonia”, after a Greek water nymph.  Everyone else seems to call her “Creepy.”   I purchased Harmonia from my favorite nursery.  I think that I have mentioned this particular garden store before, in my blog.  The owner of this nursery has a knack for finding the most unusual plants and garden accouterments.  When I saw Harmonia, she reminded me of Art Nouveau period pieces, especially with her unusual coloring.   I knew that I had to have her!

Harmonia is mysterious.  Depending on how and when the sun hits her face, she actually seems to evoke emotions, ranging from contemplative, to sad, to reflective, and on to inquisitive.  She sits on the outside, looking inwards, curious and trying to make sense of it all.  She is beautiful and ethereal, protective and sturdier than she looks.  She survives storms peacefully.  She’s a watcher and an observer.  In Greek mythology, Harmonia was loved by the god Ares and with him, they bore the first generation of Amazon women.

To many who come to my house, Harmonia is just a strange, perhaps even ugly statue that people find unsettling and disturbing.  I find that interpretation of her to be amusing and I enjoy her being part of my quirkiness.  In my mind, Harmonia is the perfect muse for my beloved blog.

 

 

No Explanation Needed

I’m so sorry that I didn’t do my usual “Favorite Things Friday” post yesterday.  My equilibrium is completely off with all of the hubbub we’ve had going on around here.  This is the first major holiday season that I have blogged through and I don’t think I prepared myself adequately for what that would mean to be there for my readers, but also for my family, my guests and quite frankly, also for myself.  We also had an emergency with my elderly collie, Lacey.  She has stabilized, thank goodness, but she put us through quite a scare and a long visit at the emergency vet, right in the middle of everything.  So if you sensed that my writing is a little “off”, the truth is I’m a little “off” right now and my writing is definitely an extension of “me.”

I was flipping through my notebook and I was looking for quotes that talked about equilibrium, but instead I found this:

“Life is so much simpler when you stop explaining yourself to people and just do what works for you.” – unknown

By middle age, I would love to have already figured this out.  But I haven’t.  Here I am, explaining myself to my readers.  I also like this one:

“Tension is who you think you should be.  Relaxation is who you are.” – unknown

Honestly, the last week, I have been vacillating between tension and relaxation.  As wonderful as it has been to reconnect with those I love, I am eager to get back to our normal schedule and to have some quiet time to myself, to digest my thoughts and experiences.

“I’m sorry I have not been myself.  I’m busy working on my new self.” – unknown

Black Friday – Not

I just got out to the computer.  I’m not out Black Friday Shopping.  As much as I love to shop,  I have never been the least bit tempted to shop on Black Friday.  My body usually has too much tryptophan coursing through my veins and the crash from the sugar high, makes sleeping in, the best holiday treat ever!  So I consider Black Friday to be my darkened bedroom, allowing me to creep out to the morning light, just when I am ready to ease into my day.

My Labrador pup just turned on the Roomba vacuum cleaner with his nose.  Apparently, the mess that we created yesterday was getting on his nerves.  Either that or he figured out that the noise would wake up all of the “kids” who are all still at home now.  Ralphie has been thrilled to have swimming, fishing and running partners again.  He is going to be so bored when everyone heads back to school and work.

After the feast yesterday and watching everyone satiating themselves with good food and interesting conversations, I was reminded of a quote I cut out of a magazine recently.  This is the quote by Ursula K. Le Guin:

“I always wondered why the makers leave housekeeping and cooking out of their tales.  Isn’t that what all the great wars and battles are fought for – so that at day’s end a family may eat together in a peaceful house?”

For those of you out shopping, I wish you the best of luck!  Life is good.

 

My Grateful Heart

Happy Thanksgiving!  I have so much to be thankful for in my life – my family, my friends, my health.  I have told you this before and I feel it every single day:  I’m incredibly grateful to have created this blog and to have connected with all of my readers this year.  This blog has been life-changing for me.  The positive change in me has even been noted by my friends who know me best.  Thank you for facilitating this metamorphosis in me.  Thank you for supporting me, validating me, and being interested in me.  Know that you have been a very positive “surprise gift” in my life, the present I didn’t even know that I needed until it arrived.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

“Be who you are.  Share yourself with the world.  We’re all supposed to be different and unique.  There’s just one of us.  So be exactly who you are.  Don’t be ashamed of it, trust you’re going to be accepted because honesty is always rewarded.” – unknown

Happy Thanksgiving, my friends!  Have a beautiful, wonderful, warm, affirming, loving day!!!  Thankful.  Grateful.  Blessed.

It’s a Dog’s Thanksgiving

My friend has a whole houseful of family and friends staying with her this Thanksgiving week.  A lot of them brought their dogs along.  Apparently, things have gotten a little spicy with the dogs.

One of the dogs staying with my friend is very yappy and just doesn’t shut up.  Another dog just isn’t well-behaved and apparently never really learned good doggy manners.  The younger dogs are full of energy and they are feeding off of each others’ energy, creating quite a frenzy.  One of the dogs appears to be in heat and is being inappropriately affectionate with anything that breathes, or doesn’t breathe, for that matter.  My friend’s older male dog, the dog of the house, has never been particularly fond of other dogs to begin with, and he is quick to snap and put the other dogs into their place.  There have been squabbles over food, toys and sleeping arrangements.

All things being said, individually, these pups are all sweet, lovable mutts.  It’s just they are not used to being together in close quarters and in unfamiliar territory.  Her dog is not used to sharing his stuff.  The anxiety the dogs are feeling, brings out the worst in them.  My friend did text a cute picture of the dogs, at the end of the day, all cuddled up in a pile of fur.  Her dog even appears to be giving another dog a good, sweet lick.  Honestly, I think that they’ll make it through the week, just fine.