Sunday, March 29, 2015


Yesterday was a perfect snow day. It was beautiful to look at, it snowed all day with those pretty, fluffy snowflakes, and there was nothing to show for it when all was said and done. Because the warm weather we've had these past few weeks had pretty much melted everything that had been on the ground, and the surfaces were warm enough that everything falling melted immediately. So for a day of snowfall there was nothing to show. What could be better? No problem driving, doing errands, getting things done. But it was lovely to watch.

Now that Spring is officially here we can safely say we won't be buried in snow again this season. We may have snow, but it won't last long. that's the glory of Spring.

I'm ready enough for daffodils and hyacinths to make their debuts, but I still can enjoy the beauty of a perfect snow.

Saturday, March 28, 2015


It's snowing out this morning and it's a beautiful snow-the kind I really love. The flakes are big and fluffy and lazily floating to the ground, looking so pretty. There's no fury or purpose in this snow-just coming softly down to earth, giving us a gift of nature's variety and glory in the process.

It's funny how people are. This pretty snow falling in late November would be greeted with "oohs" and "aahs" from everyone. Now, at the end of March, there is a lot of grumbling going on.

Not from me. I think it's so pretty and don't mind it at all. Oh, sometimes it's a little inconvenient, I'll admit that. But the wintry, snowy landscapes are among my favorites, and I enjoy the beauty of this weather. I don't begrudge the weather-what's the point of that? I watch the snow falling and say a little prayer of thanks that I'm lucky enough to be here to see it.

Friday, March 27, 2015


Yesterday was a gray and rainy day. I drove west to Hampton Bay mid-day and was fascinated with the way the gray, misty sky changed the landscape. The stark, bare winter trees looked even more pronounced against the gray sky, their craggy, twisted shapes standing vigil against the last days before they begin the Spring wake-up.

Distant vistas disappeared in the mist, water, fog, sky all running together from bottom to top in various shades of gray.

Driving home the fog was heavier and the driving trickier. I could not see far enough in front of me to drive with confidence, so it was a slower trip going home. Objects emerged out of the wall of white and I worked my way home cautiously. It was better as I got in to East Hampton but I was glad to be home.

Of course, I'm always glad to be home.

Thursday, March 26, 2015


I will soon be posting  a blog for the two thousand, five hundredth time. Which makes me realize I've been doing this for nearly eight years now. And that really brings home the whole concept of time flying.

When I think if the things that have happened in my life in the last eight years it boggles my mind. I lost my mother and my mother-in-law. I lost my dearest friend. I gained a daughter-in-law and four grandchildren. I battled cancer. I mean, these are major lifetime things we're talking about! No wonder middle-age is so stressful!

So now I want to go back and begin reading my posts through these past eight years and see what reflections I had on some of those life-changing moments. It might be interesting to see if my thoughts changed over those years and through those trials and celebrations. If my posts are a reflection of life, they'll be all over the place.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


It's been awhile since I exercised regularly. Mostly my own fault, because I don't like doing it alone. I also can easily let it go if there's no accountability. Same with my eating. I seem to do best with motivation and accountability.

Of course motivation often comes with desire in life, so if I enjoy doing something-if it's fun, or fulfilling, or satisfying in some way-I manage to get the job done. But one of my great faults is that if I don't enjoy something, it's easy to not do it. Diet and exercise are perfect examples. I hate them both. Therefore I have no problem not doing them.

So finally, I have found another walking partner. And I have started exercising again. I admit it feels good. I mean I hate it, but I'm glad I'm doing it.

Next up, get the diet in line. I'm going to try to cut added sugar and fat out of my routine. Not an easy task, but it's a goal.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

See saw

he weather this month makes me dizzy. It's been a real see saw of temperatures with sunny, warm days followed by snow and frigid air. This week the bottom has fallen out again and I pulled a scarf off the shelf when I had to go out yesterday. It was cold out there!

March has always been a month of fluctuation and guesswork. I have to check the weather channel every morning to know how to dress before I leave the house.

But, this is the last week full of March and in no time at all April will be here. April, the month of daffodils and bird song, green grass and no coats. April is a bit magical as it lulls us into the rebirth of  the earth-the glorious beauty of spring.

I look forward to April. But we still need to get through the last seven days of March now...

Monday, March 23, 2015


It's been one year now since my oldest and dearest friend left this earth. The sharpness of the pain has lessened, but the ache and sadness never will.

I've learned that losing such a dear friend has been very much like losing a parent. There's an emptiness that will never be filled. Because there were shared memories and experiences that no one else will ever know. Your histories are so intertwined that it seems a piece of your past has suddenly disappeared - poof! - and no one else will ever know you the way that person did.

We came of age together. We shared feelings and dreams and moved from young, stupid girls to wives and mothers, all along the way learning from each other how to do it better. We grew up together, helping each other navigate the tricky world of adulthood. We were always there for each other.

A hole that will always be unfilled.