Abundance of gratitude...

for Saturday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am so very grateful, for
...the blessing that health insurance brings

On A Hook, In My Kitchen

For now it is at The Vintage Barn, waiting to be shipped.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Tuesday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...reconnecting with a long lost friend

A Clean House Always, Without Spending Hours Cleaning It

I found a cleaning routine that works for me; of course with help from my daughter. It has been 1o days since I had a day off and we kept it up for all 10 days.

Daily - me
Wash dishes by hand, unless a lot of dishes, then use dishwasher
Wipe up bathroom surfaces, right after I get ready for work
Clean mirrored closet doors, when needed

Every other day - me
Go room to room, wiping down surfaces. This takes around 15 minutes.

Daily - Shannan
Vacuums
Puts clean dishes away
Cleans litter box
Takes out trash, if needed

Every other day - Shannan
Dusts

Once a week
Laundry - both of us
Toilet - me
Window sills - Shannan

Every other week - Shannan
Clean tub

First weekend of the month - Shannan
Baseboards
Top of fridge and freezer
Tops of kitchen cabinets

You never know...

when this useful information from the past; might be needed information in the future.

I recently placed...

a few orders with Amazon. In my account, I can look at previously placed orders. I looked to see what I had ordered, in 2005. I purchased this book, priced at $14.79 then. When I order books, I always look first at the used-like new ones. Sometimes I can find books less expensive, that way. I can't remember if this book was purchased new or used.

Shipping estimate:January 2, 2006 Delivery estimate:January 6, 2006 - January 20, 2006
StatesShipping Speed: Standard Shipping
Items Ordered 1 of: Grandma's Wartime Kitchen : World War II and the Way We Cooked [Hardcover] by: Joanne Lamb Hayes (Foreword), Jean Anderson (Foreword)Sold by: ab-cd-book (seller profile)
$14.79

This book is now going for $49.97 and up, for used and $99.95 for new. Could the state of the economy and the subject of this book; be the ties that bind this enormous price increase?

(Edited to say, the $49.97 copy has been sold and the cheapest one is now $76.39. Did I get a good deal or what. Not to mention, one terrific book.)

Note To Self, No Calories

I work in a restaurant where there is a never ending supply of soda and club soda. I have discovered that club soda and lemon, lots of lemon; is a terrific, noncaloric alternative for soda. You still get that effect of the carbonation; with out the sugar.

Back in the 60s...

before there were electric coffeemakers; there were percolators. This glass Pyrex one, was the in my home when I was growing up.


For as long as I can remember, both my parents drank coffee; and still do. I started a little over a year ago, at the age of 50. I started drinking coffee, for the caffeine and now I really just enjoy the taste.

I have very limited counter space, in my kitchen; and all of it is being used. A percolator is my solution; for getting that cup of coffee, at home. This 8 cup stainless steel one, by Farberware; has that lovely 1940s look. The down side are the reviews, that I have read. The basket being very flimsy and bends quite easily. That is not a good thing. Unless Farberware has fixed the basket issue; I am going with this one.

A 14 cup enamelware one, by Coleman.

And This Little Pouch Went Wee, Wee, Wee All The Way Home; To My House

Hmm, spaghetti sauce in a pouch. That's a new one to me. When we went to the 99 Cents Only Store, they were on special, buy one, get one free. Of course they were, since the expiration date was the day before. I looked at the other variety and it expired on, February 9th.

Perfect size for those one person meals; as my daughter makes pasta, for herself, when I am work. Even better no bulky containers, taking up space in the freezer; with leftover pasta sauce.

And so, those eight little pouches went wee, wee, wee straight into my freezer.

Wilted, No More

A while ago on the blog down to earth, Rhonda stated that she wraps her celery, tightly in foil and stores it that way. Doing this, keeps it crisp for weeks. I believe she stated that hers had stayed crisp for 6 weeks or so. I can't tell you how much wilted celery I have disposed of, before I could use it. I had bought a couple of bunches over two weeks ago and took her advice. Today I took some out to make a salad and it was as crisp, as when I bought it.

Need I say more.

Musings Of This And That

Yesterday was a day of non-stop running, though much was accomplished. Up at 6:30 a.m, to do laundry. We (Shannan and I) then went to the market and came home. Shannan got the last load of towels at the laundry room. I put too much soap in the machine, so I had to run them through again.

I try to conserve gas by making my trips as efficient as possible. The recycle place is across the street from my home, so that is where we went next. The cans have been sitting in the car for over a week, so I was glad to get rid of them. Shannan and I have a deal, she squishes the cans and separates the cans, bottles and plastic. Whatever money we get, is hers. I knew it was a nice amount, when she came to the car, with a big smile on her face.

We then went to the dry cleaners, to pick up my pants. Even the prices have gone up there. Fifteen dollars to replace the zipper. It was only ten, a few years back. I opted to replace the zipper, rather than replace the pants. The lesser of two evils, you could say.

Before we went to the recycling place, we went to T-Mobile, but they weren't open. We had to go to the 99 Cents Only Store and Shannan reminded me that there was a T-Mobile store in the same shopping center. I needed to replace her phone, as we have been sharing a phone since she dropped hers, and it broke. Now sharing a phone is not a problem, in itself. There are times when she is out and I am at work. Then we both need it. She, for the obvious reason and I don't like to drive the car, with out having a phone, with me. Also I have a contract for both phones. So I am paying for hers, whether she is using it or not. I was going to replace it when I got my tax refund; but this lovely work bonus came, so I surprised her. The last phone she dropped it one time and it broke. This time I decided to pay the $6 monthly insurance fee, for her phone. We then went to Susie's Deals and the 99 Cents Only Store and then finally came home.

I was fairly tired, as I got up at 6 a.m. after only 4 hours sleep. I do like getting up that early, though my work hours make it difficult for me to go to bed early on my days off. Two weeks is not enough time to change my internal clock. Though it is finally getting a bit easier to get up early; only just in time, to go back to work.

The only things I need to do before work is put away the rest of the towels, water the outside plants, vacuum, tidy up, wash the breakfast dishes and pay the electric bill. I was up again at 6:30, so I think I am going to take a nap; as I know I wont go to bed until around 5 a.m.

I have yet to put the coffee table back, since I had the carpet cleaned. I really like the way the living room looks, with out the table in front of the couch. It looks roomier; but the table can not stay where it is forever. Though the cats seem to appreciate it more than me. It is laying upside down. For some reason they love to sit in it. So, note to self. Next time I buy a couch, no coffee table, only end tables.

Since I have a very scattered, word association, inquiring kind of mind. Why is it called a coffee table? Hmm, I am thinking google first, than nap.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Friday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...the blessings that a unexpected, huge bonus from work brings
...the blessing of $18.43, from recycling

A Plethora Of Nostalgia

Popular 20th Century American Foods

Decades from 1900 to 1980

Nostalgic Ads

Here

Thanks For The Memories

Retro America

I Remember That One

The top 1960s and 1970s tv shows

Time Warp Memories

So That's Why

"Neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night will keep me from my appointed rounds."

On the other hand, leaving some mail in your mailbox (junk mail and such), and taking the rest is cause for your mailman to stop delivering your mail, as that is a no, no; said the postal worker to me. Also after 10 days the mail is returned to sender, undeliverable; added the postal worker.

We have lived here 10 years. We pick up our mail everyday. Not one issue until this. The only thing I can think of, is some mail got wedged in the back; as the mail box is very deep. Many times we pick up the mail at night and don't really look in there.

So today the mystery was solved, a valuable (do not just grab the mail, but look in the mailbox) lesson was learned and the mail was once again delivered.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Thursday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...the feeling of being well rested and relaxed
...the feeling of calmness
...the feeling of freshly cleaned carpet, under my feet
...how blessed I feel, knowing that the rent money is in the bank

Musings For Wednesday And Tomorrows Things To Do

I've had a lovely 14 days off, with two more to go. A bit to do, before I return to work. Tomorrow, first thing I will stop at the post office, to see why no mail service. Then I have to take my mom grocery shopping and take my dad to a doctors appt. I have some cans that need to be recycled. There is a recycler on the way to the market, by my moms, so we will stop there, before shopping.

When I get home, I need to put everything away, as the carpet will be dry. Between tomorrow and Friday, I am going to do a light cleaning and some catch up laundry, just a few loads. I also need to pick my work pants up from the dry cleaners. Had a new zipper put in.

Finally I must do the paperwork to see if my daughter qualifies for any college grants. Really been putting this off and it needs to get done. Also a email I need to send.

Isn't it ironic to come back from vacation, only to work 10 days straight. So much for well rested.

Hey Mr. Mailman, Where Is My Mail?

We have not received any mail since last Friday. We have not moved recently, nor do we live where there is bad weather. We live in a apt. so there is no big dog, in the front yard.

Tomorrow morning, I am off to the post office. Hopefully, they can solve this little mystery.

The Tail Of Three Cats

Max is the orange tabby. He is the brilliant one, though you can't tell by this photo. When he is not snoozing, he is known on occasion. to open the glass shower door; when I am taking a shower, stick his head in and peer around. He takes his own snacks out of the bag, as long as you hold the bag open. He also loves to drink, out of a glass. We found this out by leaving a glass a water on the table, one day. Now whenever he sees someone carrying a glass, he wants it.

Then there are the girls. Sophie is on the right, Zoe is on the left. They are sisters. Sophie is the petite, long and lean one; while Zoe is the short legged, low to the ground, major junk in her trunk one.

We believe Sophie was born in a box, in a garbage bin. The reasoning behind this is that she will crawl in any box, of any size. If the box is too small; not a issue, as she will keep on trying. Going hand and hand with her love of boxes, is her love of smells. Stinky smells to be precise. If it stinks, she is there.

Ah, my precious Zoe. Lets just say the lights are on, but no one is never, ever, ever home. Her picture below, is the way she looks all the time, not just in photos.

Even though their personalities are very different; all of them do not like a change, in their surroundings. We had the carpet cleaned this morning. Last night we moved everything up off the floor; chairs, coffee tables, etc. etc. etc. Max and Sophie were looking around, like little detectives; going from one room to another as if we had moved, forgot to tell them and they found out by coming home to a empty house.

If Zoe had come out from under the bed and was not in her own little world; she would have been doing the same thing.

In my never ending search...

for vintage and retro; I came across this blog.

Homemade Glass Cleaner

While researching for alternative, homemade cleaning solutions; I came across this one, using corn starch. It is worth trying, as no streaks on my windows; is always a good thing.

No-Streak Glass Cleaner
For sparkling mirrors and windows, combine 1/4 cup undiluted white vinegar, 1 tbsp. cornstarch and 1 quart warm water. Divide into spray bottles...

This floral tote, has my...

laptops name, written all over it.

Quite 1940ish

These cloth napkins remind me of the 1940s. Though they do cost a bit; only a few are needed, to add to the ones I already have.

Store Bought, No More

I have been cleaning everything for a while with my homemade, Windex type cleaner. This past week I have done a lot of cleaning. Everyday cleaning to the windows and the window blinds. I usually clean my window blinds, once a year. Typically I would use Simple Green. I did not have any so I decided to give it a try with the homemade. I was pleasantly surprised.

I am so pleased with the results, that I am ready to try a different homemade cleaning product.

Whispers of yesteryear...

found today, at Hometown Favorites and Amazon.

Tab of the past

The Tab of today

Fresca of the past

The Fresca of today

Bubble Up of the past

The Bubble Up of today

Bosco Chocolate Syrup

Green Goddess Salad Dressing

Clean up YOUR mess...

just not with my money.

Newspaper Article

For The Time Being, Simply A Memory

When I was 18, I went to England, and spent a month there.

Rhonda's recipes of scones and jam, on the blog Down To Earth; have brought back a pleasant memory, of that trip.

Her recipe for the scones and jam, seem rather easy to make and I have found a few resources for the clotted cream. So hopefully very soon, I shall have a brief deja vu moment; of that trip so many moons ago.

Musings Of This And That

Up at dawn to finish the last of the laundry; a bit more than I thought. Eleven loads, folded, but not all put away. The rain came this morning, just as we were half way finished.

A rainy day, a house that has been reclaimed, laundry that has been done and two cats who are sleeping next to me. One of those days, that life can get no better.

Today or tomorrow, I need to go to the bank and pick up my W2. Shannan has two doctor appointments on Monday. While we are out, we will take the cans and bottles to be recycled and pay a bill.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Thursday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...8 more vacation from work days
...a soul that has been nourished, from the 8 vacation days I have had
...the forecast of rain tonight
...the soup I can smell, that is cooking on the stove

I Remember That

Born in the 50s, grew up in the 60s; fond memories in 2009.

The Imaginary World

A simple reflection..

of the kind of bed frame, I envision. A lovely wrought iron bed. Please let me remember the name, Sturbridge Yankee Workshop; when the time comes.

Just Because

Just a wee glitch; a sideways picture. She is still so very lovely, sideways or not.

But alas, I'm so very partial, I'm her mama.

It Is Not Easy Being Green

Once upon a time, there was a iguana, named Izzie; who eventually stole the hearts of those, who were not fond of reptiles. When she (Izzie) first came to live with those who were not fond of reptiles (Shannan, Sarah and I); she was put on the floor. Izzie ran one way, Shannan, Sarah and I ran the other.

Ryan was the one who brought her home, from the animal care center; where he volunteered. Yet it was Shannan who ended up caring for her; by feeding, cleaning her cage and bathing her. As the story goes; Ryan eventually moved out, Izzie stayed.
Izzie has become a part of our family; just as Max, Sophie and Zoe are.

They are not green.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Tuesday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...a 14 month lease renewal, that didn't come with a increase
...a free carpet cleaning, that came with the lease renewal
,,,the blessings of two, $20 gift cards. One for Trader Joes and the other for Starbucks

sundancecatalog.com

My mailbox at times, is a sea of catalogues. Rarely, is there one that doesn't go directly into the trash. This was one of those rare ones.

Sundance sells artisan jewelery. One of a kind, beautiful pieces. A bit pricey, but never the less, lovely to gaze upon.

Pears And More Pears

While reorganizing my pantry, I found hiding in the back; a #10 can of pears. So not to forget about them, I relocated them to the refrigerator. So within the next 11 days (the length of the rest of my vacation); I must either bake something or freeze them. I found two recipes on All Recipes. They look fairly easy, even for someone who is so inept in the kitchen; namely me.

The first is for a sour cream pear pie.
INGREDIENTS
3/4 cup sugar
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 pinch salt
1 egg, beaten
1 cup sour cream
2 (15 ounce) cans pears, drained and chopped
1 (9 inch) graham cracker crust
1/2 cup sugar
2/3 cup butter
2/3 cup all-purpose flour

DIRECTIONS
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
In a medium bowl, stir together 3/4 cup sugar, 1 tablespoon flour, cinnamon and salt. Mix in the egg and sour cream until smooth. Add pears, and stir gently until coated. Pour the mixture into a graham cracker crust.
Bake for 25 minutes in the preheated oven. While the pie is baking, make the topping in a medium bowl. Stir together the sugar and flour. Cut in butter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Sprinkle topping over the pie.
Bake for an additional 30 minutes. Cool completely before serving.


This one for a pear crisp.
INGREDIENTS
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/3 cup quick-cooking oats
1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, divided
3 tablespoons reduced fat stick margarine*, cut into pieces
4 cups sliced peeled pears
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon grated lemon peel
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger

DIRECTIONS
In a bowl, combine the flour, oats, brown sugar and 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon. Cut in margarine until coarse crumbs form; set aside. Place pears in a large bowl. Sprinkle with sugar, lemon juice, lemon peel, ginger and remaining cinnamon; toss to coat. Transfer to an 8-in. square baking dish coated with nonstick cooking spray. Sprinkle with crumb mixture. Bake at 350 degrees F for 45-50 minutes or until pears are tender.

Almost Done

The grocery shopping wasn't the only thing that hasn't been done in a big way, since Oct. I sort of had a wash what we need and the rest can wait....and wait....and wait cycle going on. I just didn't realize how long, until my daughter said that her shirt for volunteering; had been in the hamper since, Oct.

We sorted the laundry and that is when I realized this is going to take two trips to the laundry room. Our laundry room has 8 washers and 8 dryers, but I didn't want to take all day to get it done. I decided to do all the linens and such today. Then maybe Wed. or Fri. all the clothes. Today we washed 13 loads., which included 4 of towels, 2 of sheets, 1 of rugs, 1 of mattress pads, 4 of quilts and 1 of jeans.

It really wasn't that bad, for the fact that there are so many machines and that we were there before 6 a.m.; to assure that no one would be using the machines. I think we have another 8 loads to go; 5 of darks, 2 of lights and 1 of pinks.

Later I plan on folding it and putting it away only to do it all over again in a couple of days.

There Is A Change A Comming

I buy Kirkland brand paper towel, toilet paper, fabric softener and am quite satisfied with the quality. That goes for the other Kirkland items, I have also tried. So its time for this loyal Tide user, to try the Kirkland laundry detergent. I know there is at least a $5 difference in price.

I don't know why I have waited so long.

The Ties That Bind

I was reading a blog today, and the journal entry was partially about her daughters cry for help. I sit here with tears in my eyes, as her journal entry flooded me with memories; as her daughters cry, was my daughters. My daughter never talked about suicide, she attempted it.

The first suicide attempt was four years ago; four months after she told us, what she had held inside for five years. Something so devastating, so life altering that it left her emotionally shattered. The first attempt, the day after a therapy appt. I remember her coming out early. She said everything was fine, she had nothing to talk about. The second time was five months later. Both times I took her to the E.R. This time they put her on a 72 hour hold, that turned into one week. There were no beds in the county we live in, so they sent her two hours away. I was at such a loss, as I did not see the signs.

A few months later, I could see a change in her behavior. Among other things she refused to go to school, which was totally, not her. My greatest fear was that if she attempted suicide again, she would succeed. I was not about to miss the signs again, so I took her to the E.R. I remember the drive in the car. She told me she didn't want to go back to the hospital. I told her I was going to do whatever it took to keep her safe. I also told her that she needed to work with me and that if she didn't give me or the doctor some insight, into what was going on and with her history; there might not be a choice. She did open up to the doctor and on the way home, she talked to me.

Its been three years since her second attempt. Since the stay in the hospital, she has been on medication for the depression. She has good days and not so good days. The not so good days, are becoming further between.

A lovely respite...

from work, is just what is needed. Days of reclaiming my home and nights of nourishing my spirit; 16 upcoming days to be exact.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Thursday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...small blessings

More Retro Refrigerator Magnets

For Me, A Lovely Glimpse Into The Past

These tract houses had just been built; when my parents bought their first home, in 1956. I have fond memories of that little house on the corner.

Such A Pretty Dress

If only it came in my size.

The Ties That Bind

Years ago, I was driving my daughter and her friend to a middle school dance. I sat silent, listening to the conversation going on. Wondering if they were going to breathe between sentences. They, forgetting I was in the car. Ah, the plethora of information I acquired; by just listening.

Fast forward, to now. Once again I quietly sit back and listen. This time, a group of women and their views, on their candidate of choice. I always knew who I would be voting for. The plethora of information they provide, brings clarity; on why I won't, be voting for their candidate.

Today I Turned A Lovely Shade Of Vintage Green

ABC Video

Magnitude 5.4 - GREATER LOS ANGELES AREA, CALIFORNIA
2008 July 29 18:42:15 UTC

Northridge, California 1994 01 17 12: 30:55 UTC (local time: 4:30 a.m.) Magnitude 6.7

San Fernando, California 1971 02 09 14:00 UTC Magnitude 6.6

I was born and raised in So. Ca. In 1971 I was 14. Then 1994, 23 years later; the memory as vivid as the first one.

Then there was today. You know when it starts a shaking, exactly what it is. Just as terrifying as the first one; so many years ago.

There Is A Whole New World Out There

June 2007
Shannan on her graduation day, with Grandpa. Not Grandpas finest picture.

It's finally time, that I learn how to use the digital camera. Also I need to learn, how to import the pictures to the computer. Mind you this is not a picture, I took, as am I still learning. This was one that was already in the camera. It's a bit of trial and error, mostly error. Still haven't got the hang of it.

Refrigerator Retro

I adore retro refrigerator magnets. Mind you they are not easy to find. These lovelies are porcelain and will soon have a new home.

Once upon a time, I was into stockpiling groceries. This was a good idea, when the kids were younger, as there was four little mouths to feed. The years have passed, but now I only have one 19 year old, left at home.

-----I started writing this post, a couple of hours ago. What is above is the original post. I left it for a bit, not sure of the purpose or where I wanted it to go. A few hours and many thoughts later.

Let me go back to the first part of this post. My pantries are full. Full of what I don't even know, due to plain and simple; buying and not using. Monday night I made a salad. All the ingredients had been bought recently except, the salad dressing, which was in the fridge. That night I suffered a really bad stomach ache. I took a look at the dressing and it had expired in 2007. I have no idea, how long it had been sitting in the refrigerator.

So today I decided to pull everything out of one cabinet. A very narrow, but very deep one. Can after can, box after box of very expired food. I am not going to take the chance of getting anyone ill. So there was no other choice than to trash it. A couple of large size trash bags full. It made me sick. Not physically sick, but sick about the waste.

The ties that bind, my thoughts was todays post on the blog; Down To Earth. Reading Rhonda's post earlier, triggered a connection. My awareness to be exact. The wasted food just a symbol. Simply, I need to be more aware of the choices I make; in all aspects of my life.

For if I want to live a authentic life; I need to weave these gentle threads of awareness and intertwine them, into all that I am.

More Gratitude, Than Words Can Ever Express

This is one of those days, that nothing can take away from the.......I cant even think of words, that comes close.

The chemotherapy ended two years ago. Then there was the three month check-ups and the CT scans; which always showed something. Then there was the waiting time between appointments, for the next CT scan, MRI or PET scan. Then the slow motion, tic toc, tic toc waiting time, until the results. I would hold my breath and wait. The anxiety always there, in my shadow; wherever I went. A spot on my liver, a lump in my breast, something on my ovaries; a biopsy, a ultrasound, another scan, a different kind of scan. More waiting, more anxiety. Fear, tears and on and on.

Then there was today. I had my six month check-up with my Oncologist. He went over the last batch of tests done and the recent blood work and he said...

Everything is normal and you are healthy. Such sweet, sweet words.

I left with tears in my eyes. I hugged Shannan when I got home; held her so close. Feeling for the first time. in such a very long time; that this hug will be one of many, many more.

Fresh From The Fields

I adore the lovely mini watermelons, I buy at Costco. I am never disappointed, as they are always sweet. Tonight's dinner salad with baby greens, carrots cucumbers, tomato, avocado and chicken. With a side of this sweet, red, juicy fruit. I also just learned they are full of lycopene, just like tomatoes.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Monday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
... the upcoming milestones, that I will be so very blessed to see

Abundance Of Gray Blessings

Its been a while since I last colored my hair. I use the kind that washes out. The only sign, that it is time to color once again; is the strands of gray that start to appear. Just recently, as I looked in the mirror; there they were. There was no urgency to hide the strands. Instead a moment of clarity. A lovely ah ha moment. For every gray hair that is blessed upon me, is one more glorious day, I have been given.

There are two things, that I am so sure of,...

that to be 51, is the best of yet to come. Also that I am so elated, that my daughter wants to tell me about her day at work; her first job to be exact. Her perception is (key words, her perception) that I should come and spend time doing all the wonderful activities, that her place of employment (key words, senior center) offers.

Now age is truly, just a state of mind; and only when you reach that age (key words, her age is 19), do you understand that. So for now I shall listen to how her day went and take with a grain of salt; her ideas of how compatible I would be, at the senior center.

Maybe one day, but not anytime soon...

Yesterday cloth bags...

and as soon as I finish the last of the Windex; the journey into homemade window cleaner.

5 ounces of wintergreen rubbing alcohol

5 ounces of vinegar

Fill the rest of the bottle with water

I use Windex to clean just about everything. What I like about the homemade, is that vinegar is a natural disinfectant; something Windex isn't. I might just phase out all store bought cleaning products as I run out. The only item I don't think, that I will be changing is laundry detergent; fabric softener, maybe.

I have been washing more dishes by hand. I am sort of defeating the purpose of hand washing; as my dish drain sits in the sink. Thus I have to run the water while rinsing. Simple solution, is to buy a plug for the drain or a plastic tub.

I have just run out of the paper napkins. I do have one unopened package, but I think I shall save those, for messy meals. It is rather exciting, when all the things that months before, were just endless possibilities; now are woven into my daily life.

And the journey continues...

I've Got 30 Points

I had to pick up a few things at the market. So I took my cloth bags, for the first time. I even used the cloth produce ones. My daughter did not wither, nor was she as mortified; as she exclaimed she would be, when I used them.

Ralphs apparently gives you points, for bringing your own bags. Not quite sure what the points are for.

Tulle And More

I adore tulle.

I stumbled across Vintageous. Such gorgeous vintage dresses, tulle and all.

The Lesser Of Two

I threw out a sheet yesterday, that had a few holes in it, today a towel. A thought crossed my mind each time, before discarding; that I should keep these and re-cycle and re-use them. No idea for what though. I have plenty of towels, cloth napkins, rags to clean the car. Trashing them would be wasteful and that is not the path I want to take.

On the other hand, keeping them on hand to to re-cycle and re-use "one day", is also not the path I want to take. "One day" can be as wasteful as trashing them, if there is no foreseen purpose; as "one day" may never come. More than not wanting to be wasteful; do I want piles of, "one day" clutter. So until I am so far down the path to simple living; I need to find a happy balance.

Expired Ice Cream Bars,...Nah

My daughter and I, are driving home from Costco yesterday. She has the ice cream bars (delectable Haagan Dazs bars with almonds, I might add) on her lap, as it is hot outside; and it is the coldest upfront, where the air conditioning is blowing. She tells me, that the ice cream bars expire in May 2009 and that she didn't know they expired. To which I answered, "...never in our house. Out of all the food that might go bad, I would never worry that it would be the ice cream." That left us laughing all the way home, at the mere thought of...

P.S. What Was Lost, Is Found

I never know how long to keep important papers. So I have years of bank statements and pay stubs all together; a big thick pile. I am constantly passing them, in the doorway to the kitchen. The cute burlap bag, that holds them is bursting at the seams.

Wednesday night, for some unbeknownst reason; I decide to go through the endless pile. As I am half way through the pile, hidden between bank statements and pay stubs; is this familiar Christmas card. I am thinking to myself, please let there be a address on this envelope. On the back of the envelope a partial address. In the letter, a email address.

Sadly the email address is not current. So what was lost, was never really lost. It was only put away for safe keeping. I just forgot where I put it.

I Can Envision A Sprinkle Of Red, In My Sea Of Vintage Green

A Lovely Trip It Was

What a gorgeous drive, up north I had. The trip back home was even more beautiful, as I took the 101, which takes you through Santa Barbara and down along the ocean. We stayed in Morro Bay, which is a small, sea side community. The time we spent together was deeply cherished, as I don't know when the next time will be. I didn't want to leave, but life can not stand still and it goes on.

Inhale Life At Every Turn

So this weekend, I will be staying, in Central CA; surrounded by all those breathtaking vineyards. Hmmm, wine tasting.

Musings Of This And That

When you work long days, vacations from work are such blessings, in so many ways. My job is not a physically strenuous one, but the hours, literally drain me; 10 hour days, 5 days a week.

Today is day 1, with 10 more glorious vacation days to follow. The thought of knowing I do not have to return to work, has filled me with much energy. Something I haven't felt in such a long time. This is a time to nourish my spirit, by simply enjoying the moments; that fill every one of these 11 days.

These will also be days to reconnect. When you have a mate, who is career military; and who is stationed over 4 hours away, those times are far between. This time, it has been 5 long months. I have gotten used to the month long separations, as it has been that way for the past 10 years or so; but 5 months is too long. It has never gotten easier, being separated for months at a time; only a way of life. One of the many bits of wisdom, that he has shared with me, is that no matter what life hands you; you do, whatever you need to do, and then you keep on going. I attempt to remember that, though there are times; when I miss him terribly, that the sheer thought fades away. Thursday or Friday, I will take a 4 hour drive to Paso Robles and spend 2 to 3 days there. What can I say about a man; whom after 20 years, still takes my breath away. A man who, when he embraces my face in his hands; life can get no better. A man who, when I lie next to him and feel his heart beat; time stands still. Did I say, that I adore this man.

My daughter got a job through the city, at a senior citizen center. Its a internship, though she did say, there was talk, about this being a paid job. The way her face lit up, as she talked about the possibility of her first paying job; filled my heart. Its been such a long time since I saw her face light up. My heart was so full.

So today I rested, ate chinese takeout for dinner and will watch a few movies; what a lovely first day.

Those Moments That Come Out Of The Ordinary, That Are Anything, But

I was getting dressed, to go to work, the day before last. I opened one of my dresser drawers. One that I rarely open. There peaking out, was one of the scarves; I wore to cover my head, when going through chemotherapy, almost three years ago. Even though I knew it was in there; the sight of it startled me. Startled me so much, to where I had difficulty, catching my breath.

Another gentle reminder, to inhale life and embrace with a passion, each and every day. For at any given moment that scarf might be more, than a gentle reminder.

What A Lovely Site

So many delicious things.

What To My Wandering Eyes Should Appear

It's early Sunday morning, and I have come across this jade glass measuring cup set and lovely juicer; while window shopping, at Gooseberry Patch. One day they will join my jade glass butter dish, sugar jar and salt and pepper shakers; for now my wish list.

Feedsack Fabric

I do believe that I am aquiring a, all consuming passion for fabric, feedsack and all.

A Lovely Alternative

The only down side is that you cant stack them. So lucky for me that I have a huge stand up freezer, with plenty of room.

This Or That

I have been getting around 6 to 7 hours of sleep a night. Though if I do go to bed early, I wake at around 2:30 a.m., and have a terrible time falling back to sleep; only to have to get up at 4 a.m. This includes the 6 to 7 hours of sleep. The depression, has seeped back, though it is mild, but constant. The constant part is what makes it seem worse, than mild.

Today I was off from work, and my day went like this. Up for a few hours, then a few hours of napping and so on and so on and so on. I am not sure if it was from sheer tiredness or this cloud of depression, is making me physically tired.

P.S. Return Address Please

Thirty eight years ago, I was a 13 year old, who through letters; would make a life long friend. She lives thousands of miles away, across the ocean. Through the years; the many letters, became yearly holiday cards. Sadly, a few years ago, I misplaced her address and she no longer puts her address on the envelope.

Every year, I get a lovely holiday card, with family updates; but alas no return address.

Made For Each Other

Be still my heart, for lovely visions...

are dancing around in my head; of aprons, cloth napkins and clothes pin bags. The possibilities endless. I know if I pull out my sewing machine and learn to sew; I might aquire a serious addiction, to this gorgeous fabric. Robert Kaufman, Mary Rose fabric, to be exact.

Retro Looking Finds, At A Dollar Price

My favorite finds, at the 99 Cents Only Store; are the ones that have a vintage or retro look. Yes, they can even be found there, though not as often as I would like. I have this Rose Brand Pear and a White Rose Pear label transferred on a 3 x 3 wood plaque. Some of my refrigerator magnets, have also been found there. There are the Animal Cracker ones and the Campbell Soup Kids. The last time I went, I came across these retro looking dish cloths. I bought 4 of them, but now I wish I had bought more.

To Put Off Until Another Day

When I was sick, I acquired a negative personality trait, that I never had before; procrastination. It all started when I was going through chemo. The mail got dropped on the floor, where ever I was sitting at the time, including bills. This developed into endless piles of paper and the bills disappeared; into the endless mounds. It wasn't because I didn't have to resources, to pay them. It was a just because; it was honestly of non importance to me, at the time. It got so bad, that my sister would literally, write the checks for me, or the bill paying would be put off indefinitely.

I now have priorities when it comes to procrastinating. I still have a tinge of it, when it comes to bill paying, but they do get paid. There are no piles of papers lying around, much less anything else. I do still put off making appointments, returning items bought that need to be returned, making needed phone calls and calling maintenance to have things fixed in the apartment.

I don't know the psychological reason, of why I became like this. I definitely do know it has to do with the journey of cancer and chemo. It was life altering in more ways, than not. Some changes were a blessing and some just a glitch in life, that I must adjust myself too.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Friday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...a day off from work
...the joy my home brings
...laundry that is done
...the thought, that later this evening, I will be able to gaze upon fresh flowers in my home
...the blessing of feeling life is good, once again; instead of feeling, the gloom of depression

This vintage toaster...

is what I envisioned, with its shiny chrome and cloth cord; when I was in the market for a new toaster. For some reason, unbeknownst to me; I have a vivid, fond memory of, cloth cord.

I looked at many and then I saw this one. As close to retro perfection, as I was going to get; for the price I could afford. Sadly, no cloth cord.

Cottage Flair...

one source, for that collection of mismatched vintage dishes, I want to to aquire

Cottage Flair

I stumbled across this...

vintage china; through a link from another gorgeous site, shabbyfabrics.com.

They have the most exquisite fabrics, I have ever seen. Visions of aprons, cloth napkins and clothes pin bags are dancing around in my head. I have a sewing machine, though sadly no skills to utilize it.

http://www.katiesrosecottage.com/catalog.php?item=1049&catid=3&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D3

http://www.katiesrosecottage.com/catalog.php?item=852&catid=3&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D3

This one took my breath away, as I know the perfect place to put it. I have a rather large wicker basket, that I have turned upside down; and am using as a nightstand. The only downside is that, what ever is put on it; doesn't always stay upright. I saw this and instantly, I knew where the perfect home for it, should be. I love to dream.

http://www.katiesrosecottage.com/catalog.php?item=908&catid=4&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D4

Lovely finds...

from a catalogue, named Tender Heart Treasures. This is one of a handful of catalogues, that does not end up recycled. I do not own any of these quite yet. Hopefully very soon.

A gentle reminder to myself,

to...

and that...

Victorian Trading Company

You never disappoint me, with the beauty your catalogue holds.

Back On Path

The journey to cloth was put on the back burner, as my motivation for most anything has been; due to this stick with me like glue, fog of depression, that has been with me. Its rough at times; though only a little bump in the road.

The cloth grocery bags are on top of the refrigerator and they haven't made it into the store, quite yet. I think moving them to the back of the car, they will have a better chance, to get used.

The original cloth napkins, I had my eye on, were no longer available, so I bought some other ones. I soon sent them back, as the feel of material (not cotton), was not pleasing to the touch. I haven't found any others that, I thought were lovely until today. I can always count on finding just about anything I am looking for at Amazon.com and usually do. I was searching and found these 100% cotton ones, for a reasonable price, 12 for $15.99. I ordered 2 sets.

I don't know if I will ever completely go cloth for cleaning. I still use cloth dish cloths for washing dishes and flour sack towels for dusting. I recently found some very nice vintage looking dish cloths; at of all places, the 99 Cents Only Store. Paper towels are used for any other cleaning.

My Heart Was Full

As a parent, there are times that our relationships with our growing children are anything but close. My first born, is 28. He was a child that when he turned into a pre-teen and then a teen, there were issues, that made him very difficult to love at times. I love him unconditionally, but there were more times that not; that I was so frustrated at his behavior and even more frustrated at my lack of parenting skills, to deal with such behavior. When he was 17 he moved to a different state, we saw each other rarely and spoke on the phone, every once in a while. Even though our relationship remained strained, through the years; my heart never gave up on him.

Its been a while since I have spoken to him. Last week, I did. It was one of those conversations, that as a parent you always hope and wait for. He is getting his life in order, his perspective on what is important in life, has changed. My heart was full and I told him so, over and over again.

When he was little I used to tell him he was my shinning star and that on some days he would shine bright and other days even brighter. This was one of those days that he shined like no other.

I used the last of the paper towels, last week. I did not like using flour sack towels for general cleaning. I do continue to use them for dusting. So, I am back to using paper towels for certain things.

Journal Of Purchase And Waste

Sadly, I had to throw out 13 eggs the other day. There is also a whole bunch of salad vegetables, that just didn't get eaten. When I go to Costco and see all the lovely vegetables, visions of salads dance in my head. I must make a more conscious effort, to find the time to make salads or just don't buy the vegetables.

Just For Me

This evokes 1940's to me. I hope it fits as lovely, as it looks.

Aging gracefully...

in all actuality should be, living full of grace. What a blessing it is to be 50 years old. It is a number where life, finally makes sense. Life is now filled with a wealth of clarity. The clarity to see that 50, is not the end of the road; only the beginning. For now, my soul has purpose. A soul embraced with inner peace, self assurance and contentment.

When I was 19, I lived in a house in Berkeley; where there were many students, who were philosophy majors. There were many late night discussions, on the purpose of life. I could never conceptualize the word purpose, in a philosophical way; my purpose on this earth, to be exact. The mere thought of what was I here for, left me feeling uneasy; as it always seemed like a overwhelming word, of such enormity. Only when I touched one persons life, did I fully understand; what that word meant, for me. Simply, a small gesture with the possibility, of a ripple of impact.

Inner turmoil, was always my best friend. I allowed it to follow me wherever I went. The day that I grasped the understanding, that people only do to you what you allow them to do to you. The day that I embraced forgiveness, for that which it was. That it had nothing to do with releasing others from their actions; but had everything to do with releasing myself, from the paralyzing emotions, that were controlling every aspect of my life. Then and only then: did I finally know what inner peace, truly was.

To gain self assurance, I first had to understand; that others opinions of me, were simply that, their opinions and their issues.

Contentment, was not a easy one, for me to be blessed with. It took a deep pot hole in the road, for me to get it. Though it was always before me; only when I was faced with losing what I took for granted, did I get it.

My 50's is a rebirth of my soul, every year after, is the best of yet to come.

Do Not Just Look At The Picture, Hear The Message

The day before last, I was walking to my car; to leave for work. It was a ordinary cloudy day, with a light rain falling. Overpowering this gloomy, dark cloudiness; was the bright, crystal clear sunshine. The sunshine overpowering the clouds; even though the sky was not clear. Down the street this exquisite rainbow, in the horizon.

What a metaphor for life.

Wicker Waste Baskets And Plastic Spray Bottles

I don't like the look of plastic trash cans. I have a wood one in my kitchen. In my bathroom I have wicker. I have found the cheapest, most abundant supply of wicker waste baskets. Who would have thought that the 99 Cents Only Store would be the place. I use one for my bathroom, one to keep the kitty litter scoop in and a mini one to keep the handle of the toilet brush cleaner. Even though the baskets come lined. I keep a clear plastic bag in them to keep bacterial contamination down to a minimum.

I have even found a lovely looking, plastic spray bottle for my glass cleaner. Its not your average spray bottle. Its bigger at the bottom and narrows at the neck. I keep my window cleaner on the counter, as it is used constantly. This I found for a $1.

Lovely additions to my home, that cost a mere penny.

Musings For Friday And Tomorrows Things To Do

I planned to return to work today. When I called work yesterday, to see what my schedule was. I was told that I will have Friday and Saturday off and to come in on Sunday. Quite lovely. Today I cleaned my outside kitchen and living room windows. Shannan washed three loads of laundry. I am hoping to keep up on it; instead of having a mountain of laundry at one time. I wanted to take a shower before making dinner. I had a five gallon bucket, with the ironing board cover in it; soaking in Oxi-clean, in the bathtub. How heavy it was to lift. My thoughts wandered to, how different my life would be; if I had no running water, and had to haul all my water, from here to there. I take it for granted, for the fact; that I don't think about it. I know when I turn on that faucet water is going to come out. I know when its time to brush my teeth, wash my hands, wash the dishes, take a shower; that all I have to do is turn that faucet on and water will appear. Another blessing.

I have never eaten quiche. Shannan didn't like it, for me it wasn't the best thing I have ever eaten. Maybe it was how I cooked it, as I am not the best cook. Tomorrow we visit my mom. I am bringing the left over quiche and a loaf of the banana bread; that I baked the other day. We will see if it is the quiche or the cook. I also have to go to the dry cleaners, to pick up my two jackets. Sunday they are not open; and I need them for work.

I have found the perfect cloth napkin, its very lovely and has this vintage look. I had found some very lovely retro 1940s looking ones, that were more expensive; that I was indecisive about. When I first saw these I knew they were the ones. I believe the sage green color, will be more favorable, concerning stains; compared to other ones with white in them.

Here, There And Everywhere

On work days I use it on a daily basis. I do not have a utility closet. The space beside the refrigerator is to small for it to fit. It has been in front of the pantry, blocking the door. It has been next to the front door. It has been left open in the dining room or in the kitchen; always in the way, as it didn't have a home. I could have put it in one of the bedroom closets; though not very accessible as it is used in the kitchen. I finally have found the perfect place for it; as perfect as it is going to get. Standing on the wall that connects the two sides of the kitchen, not at all in the way; and two feet away from where it is used. While not in use, my ironing board, has another use; a rack for wet dish cloths and kitchen towels. How perfect is that.

Journal Of Purchase And Waste

This is the first time I have had to report food waste. I have been working really hard to eradicate it, in my home. I had 2 1/2 containers of cereal, that has been there forever. It was very stale and unappetizing. Hopefully, very soon in the future; I will learn creative ways to make use of it.

Today I took some two week old oranges, squeezed the juice, to freeze for smoothies. I have a pint of half and half and 18 eggs, that are near their expiration date. Tonight is my first try at making a quiche.

Fresh Tomatos, Watermelon And Ziplock Bags

I had seven Roma tomato's in my refrigerator. I knew I would not use them before they went bad. The wheels in my mind started to turn, as I did not want to waste them. I decided to chop them in the food processor and then freeze them. I guess I got a little carried away with the food processor, as they are more on the pureed side. Still okay, as I can add them to any number of things.

I bought a lovely seedless watermelon yesterday. Hmmn, I thought what is better than fresh watermelon; but watermelon, peach and strawberry smoothies. Peaches and strawberries are in the freezer. I knew this smoothie maker would come in handy. Someone on another site suggested, using a melon ball utensil to scoop the melon, then freeze. She said they are delicious frozen. One melon, so many options.

Today I reused a Ziploc bag for the first time. Before I would have never even wanted, to take the time to rinse it out. Living more simply is agreeing with me.

Musings For Wednesday And Tomorrows Things To Do

Tomorrow is the last day of my vacation. It has truly been a soul nourishing time. Am I sad it is ending, no. The reality is that bills need to be paid. I can now come home and no longer be distracted, by never ending chaos. Instead I look forward to basking in the comfort I feel, every time I walk through this door.

Tomorrows plans, a little care of my home and a lot of nothing. Dinner is, cold chicken and orzo.

Journal Of Purchase And Waste

January 16th - February 13th
Purchase - $222.00

This amount is a combination of purchases from Costco and Ralphs.

Whispers Of Yesteryear

These are two books I own, that I cherish. One is about collectibles, yet that is not what draws me to it. They are a collection of nostalgia; of a time gone by. Books filled with a abundance of photos, with stories to match. A glimpse into a era, I missed; but that lives in my heart.

Simply Washing Dishes

The warmth of the hot water running over my hands; is pure contentment. Something that before I saw as a chore. Something I had to do. Whereas now I embrace the moment. I now treasure my home and thus I treasure all, that is my home.

Homemade Cleaners

I have been really skeptical, about even trying homemade cleaners, as I am left wondering if it will do a comparable job. After making my mind up to consume less paper and plastic, the thought of homemade cleaners; is now leaving my mind open, to at least give it a try. Homemade window cleaner will be the one I experiment with; as in my home, it is used for many things. I know it will be economically a better choice. I can buy vinegar at Costco, I can buy by the gallon and wintergreen rubbing alcohol, is sold at the 99 Cents Only Store.

Journal Of Purchase And Waste

The process, of this part of the journey for me; is gong to focus on what food is bought and what is thrown out. I took inventory on what is in my freezer. I was taken back for a minute. There is food that has been in there for years. To get a grasp on this issue, in a attempt to waste as little as possible; I will start to journal, of what food is brought in and what is wasted.

Banana Bread And Egg Salad

They have been sitting on my kitchen counter, getting riper and riper. Each day I told myself, bake banana bread. Each day went into the next day and the next day and the next day. Tonight they were at the point that if I didn't use them, I would have to throw them out. I could not bring myself to waste them; so I now have two loaves of banana bread baking in the oven.

When Shannan took the eggs out of the refrigerator, for the banana bread; the expiration date, was a few days from now. I have 36 eggs, sitting in the refrigerator. Now I have hard boiled eggs in the sink, sitting in cold water.

Musings For Friday And Tomorrows Things To Do

I love the crispness in the air early in the morning. I only wish my inner time clock could coordinate, with early morning. As I wait this morning, for the light to turn green; I gaze upon, the hospital in which my oncologist works. I feel a few tears run down my left cheek. Not in fear of what he might say, but from the overwhelming emotion I feel every time I make this turn. This life altering change continues to stop me dead in my tracks; simply triggered by a memory, a picture, a story. It is such a deep connection to something that took me places I have never been nor do I ever want go back again.

When I got home I rinsed down my patio and watered my plants. I did not iron the pillowcases last night, as a hour with a friend, turned into 1:30 a.m. So today I ironed them. I washed all of the dishes by hand.

Shannan and I had a lovely baby lettuce, spinach vegetable salad for dinner. As I made the salad, cutting off the ends, and throwing them away; I thought, compost. Sadly I have no garden as of yet.

I have three other children, other than the one who is always mentioned. None of them still live at home. Tomorrow my other daughter is coming to dinner. A time of reconnection. What better a reason to bake some banana bread.

I Am In Heaven

Today's mail brought not only a catalogue from the Vermont Country Store; but a memory from yesteryear. Jello 1-2-3 has not been in the market for many moons, but the memory of it feels, like only yesterday.

Musings For Thursday And Tomorrows Things To Do

Warm towels and clean sheets. The inside of the house is clean down to the windows. Life is good. I am off to spend a hour or so with a friend, who every time we are together; we laugh so hard it hurts. Nothing like soul healing humor to nourish your being. When I come home I will wash some dishes, then iron my clean pillow cases. For some reason, these when dried, wad up just at the bottom.

Tomorrow is a routine appt. with my oncologist. I am in good spirits, as I know the lab tests that were done on Monday, will only bring good results. I have some very ripe bananas, that say banana bread, so maybe some baking will be going on. One of the challenges I seem to have is food waste. I need to work on using up what I have before it expires or goes bad. The banana bread seems like a step in the right direction.

There Are Some Things You Never Forget

This replica tin from our kitchen; in the 1970s, is one of them.

Musings For Wednesday And Tomorrows Things To Do

I have given new life to stained kitchen towels, after a soak in Oxi-clean. I no longer will recycle these into cloth napkins, as they have been given new life. I have found some lovely, retro 1940s inspired cloth napkins.

Another day that laundry was not done. I am going to clean the mirrored closet doors now. Tomorrows plans, nothing as of yet.

The Pebbles Of Change Are Turning Into A Rolling Stone

The philosophy of less is more, of leaving gentler footprints on this earth, of embracing with a passion, that which is mundane; is the embodiment of I where I want my life to go. I know I am on the right path, as I am more aware of the natural resources I consume. I am slowly replacing paper and plastic with cloth. I am cooking more and washing dishes by hand. I am recycling and reusing. This philosophy is nourishing my soul with harmony, contentment and inner fulfilment.

The Journey To Cloth

I have decided that next month is the month to go cloth. Napkins, flour sack towels and reusable grocery bags. I still have a ample supply of paper napkins. Those will be used for the really messy meals, until they run out. The floursack towels will be used for cleaning and dusting. My main grocery shopping is mostly done at Costco, so the reusable ones will be used for those occasional trips to the market. I am using the last of the sponges and the cloth dishcloths are in the drawer. I will still be using plastic trash bags, until I can find a replacement.

Musings For Tuesday And Tomorrows Things To Do

This time off from work, has done wonders for my spirit. I feel renewed, by just having time. Time to do what I want, time to do absolutely nothing, time to embrace the things that have been put off for so long, from a lack of time. When I do go back to work, I will make it a priority to maintain a healthy balance between work and home. Time at home will be treasured.

Laundry did not happen as planned. I did get all the inside windows and mini blinds cleaned, so I am still quite pleased. Tomorrow will be laundry day. Last night I took some of my linens; some vintage, that had yellowed and soaked them in Oxi-clean. They are now bright white.

Recycling To A New Life

I need a new ironing board cover, but have yet to find one in a pattern, that I like. I have a lovely full size flat sheet that I do not use, and the pattern is exactly what I am looking for. I found online, at The Purl Bee, what items I would need and how to make it. How hard could it be. Only time will tell.

fabric - 2 yards cotton fabric of your choice for a full-size ironing board, or 1 1/2 yards for a small board.
batting - I used two layers of twin size mid-loft cotton batting for a firm padding. You may prefer a high-loft cotton batting.
clear acrylic ruler
pinking shears - These shears have serrated teeth that prevent unravelling.
pattern paper -
bodkin - This helpful tool is used to draw the twine through the narrow hem of the cover. You can also use a safety pin.
glasshead pins
machine thread
marker - Hera Marker
cotton twine or elastic - 3 yards

How to Make an Ironing Board Cover

Musings For Monday And Tomorrows Things To Do

We got everything done today that we were suppose to. We also stopped at the 99 Cents Only Store. I was pleasantly surprised to find Greenlite energy efficient bulbs there. So not only did I pay pennies for them, they will last longer and save me money. Did I say, they have a nine year guarantee.

I did not sleep very well last night, so I am going to take a nap. We will finish the cleaning. For dinner chicken salad and a salad. Tomorrow is laundry day and I would like to clean the mini blinds; but realistically I will settle for just clean laundry.

That What Teaches Us, Does Not Always Come In A Text Book

It took a life altering illness, to finally understand that, the amount of wealth I have; is not measured by the material things I possess, but rather by the milestones I am blessed to witness.

Tomatoe Plants And Water Crocks

I have this water crock and stand, that I do not use anymore; wasting precious space in my tiny kitchen. It has now been moved to the patio. Is this a possible home for a my first tomato plant. Drainage not a issue, as the spout could be left open.

Musings Of Things To Do

Tomorrow, Shannan has a Dr. appt. While there I will have some lab work done. It is needed for my routine 3 month visit with my Oncologist, this Friday. We also need to run some errands such as the bank, gas station, dry cleaners, mail some bills and a trip to the grocery store. The iguana is out of collard greens.

When we get home, we will clean both bedrooms and the bathroom.

The Path

I seem to be taking baby steps. Sometimes I get discouraged. Then I remind myself, that just as living in a certain way; did not happen overnight. Thus the path to living more simply; is a long, never ending journey.

Enjoying The Moment

We have a birds nest, in the rafters on the half roof, over our patio. Today my daughter and I were washing down the patio. We also have a 6 foot high wood fence, that surrounds the patio; on which we have plants sitting on the top of. Today we had two visitors, hanging around one of the plants, on the fence; as we were in their path to the nest. Beautiful, partially blue birds.

Pure Bliss

I was sitting in the tub, with the hot shower raining on me. My mind still going in every direction. After 15 minutes or so, my mind slowed down, my eyes shut. I sat there for over a hour, my mind now a comatose mush. My body relaxed so much that I didn't want to emerge, from the warm cocoon. When I did get up, I turned the shower on as cool as I could take it. One of those ah ha moments, when life can't get any better.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Monday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself. of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...15 upcoming vacation days, off from work
...four days of rain
...time to nourish my spirit and embrace my home

My Sad, Neglected Patio Garden

I work nights, long nights, to where my inner time clock is messed up. Even on my days off, there are nights, when my sleep is distracted. I woke tonight at 3 a.m. I have to work tomorrow and have yet to wash my clothes, for work. My daughter usually washes them. She is away at my sisters for the holidays. I have put off washing them, until I no longer can. I do not have a washer in my apt. The laundry room is only four doors over.

On my way out the front door, as I step out on the patio; I see my poor neglected plants. One a huge ivy, whose leaves have attached to the wall, has fallen over. I pick it up and decide now is as good a time, to water them, I look around. There are those with dead leaves, from not being watered, as often as they should. There are also those that amaze me with their resilience. Some in cracked pots. One in a pot that has cracked and the pieces have fallen off; but there is still a few scattered pieces holding it together. These are thriving.

My garden amazes me at times. There are many empty pots, dirt only; that are no longer empty. It seems that the different plants have pollinated, the empty ones. My one asparagus fern, has migrated to three other pots and all are thriving. The ivy that sits on the fence, has replanted itself in a empty pot, sitting below it. Parts of some plants, have started to grow offshoots, in other plants.

I can only imagine what a little attention and plant food could do.

I find myself going on a very dark journey, of depression. I have had down days, but nothing that clings to me like this. The journey to menopause began, soon after chemotherapy ended. Scattered periods were accompanied with a week of depression every so often. Nothing that has held on like this.

I am hoping my upcoming two week vacation from work, will be just what I need to nourish my spirit.

The Results

The electric bill came last week. It went from $86 last month to $53 this month. She did a great job in turning the lights off, when not in use. To keep her motivated, I have told her that each month the electric bill, stays, at where it is she will get $5. For every dollar it goes down from the previous month, I will give her a additional dollar.

The Road To Simple Living Is Paved With A Gravel Or Two Of Capitalism

Its hard to get a 18 year old, to start turning the lights off (etc, etc, etc), when she is not used to it. I decided what better of a way, to start her down the path; than something that peaks her interest, the dollar bill. I told her that for every dollar the electric bill is less next month, it will be hers to keep. The fine print is, she must work with me to lower the bill. She has caught on so fast. I can be sitting in a room and all of a sudden it goes dark.

Leaving Gentler Footprints On This Earth

Immediately I will transition to dishcloths instead of sponges, dish towels for drying my hands. I will wait until I have enough saved, to purchase, some of these lovely kitchen towels to replace my old ones. Then I will cut my old ones to napkin size, make a seam and I will start to use cloth napkins. Soon flour sack towels will replace paper towels for cleaning. There is available to me, a endless supply of 5 gallon pickle containers, from work. I have one on my patio, that is going to house, my first tomato plant. Until I start to garden, I will use it on shower days. I will conserve, by reusing shower water. When rinsing my hair, I will fill the bucket; then use the water on my outdoor plants.

That Which Grows In The Garden

I have a new found fondness, for frog jars. I have a larger version of the one in this picture. It will now be a permanent fixture on my kitchen table, filled with fresh flowers. This one does not have to be pushed aside at meal time, as it does not hide the faces of those, who come together.

The blessings, that a frog jar holds...

is a place for fresh flowers, to call home.

The snowball affect...

of flowing ideas and things, I never would have considered possibilities.

Now...
I will turn off lights when not in the room.
I will only use the dishwasher when it is full.
I will leave a sink of soapy water, to wash the dishes during the day.

Soon...
I will make a schedule, for the upkeep of my home.
I will compile a list of all that I have in my pantry and freezer, to make meals of.

Eventually...
I want to cut down the use of paper products.
I want to cut down the amount of food that is wasted.
I want to cook.

My dream is...
to start my container garden.
to take time each day to sit on my patio and enjoy the moment.
to dust off the sewing machine and put it to good use.

I am a work in progress and the possibilities are endless.

Gentle Reuse

My way of thinking, has changed, to one of recycling what I already have; whenever possible. Not for monetary reasons, but to make a gentler impact on the environment.

Awhile ago, when I was at the Doctors office and I saw these plastic cord covers; that organize the vast number of their computer cords. My son told me they sell them at IKEA. Then last night I was pondering the cord issue. A simple solution, take the cardboard part of the paper towel roll (No I have not lessened the use of paper products, yet). Though who knows what tomorrow may bring. I will buy some inexpensive brown fabric and cover the roll. The fabric will also make the cardboard more sturdy and have a longer life.

Gentle Spending

I have decided that every two weeks, on payday; I will put aside $20. I have a tea canister that sits on top of the kitchen cabinets, that is not in use. I will no longer make purchases on a whim. If I want to buy something, only when I have enough saved money including shipping costs; will I then decide if I still want it.

When Life Throws You..

I knew when our lease expired next month, there would be a increase in rent. I was not prepared for a increase of $155. Life continues and I must find ways to live more simply. I already knew that this is where I wanted my life to go. This has brought clarity, of what I wanted; is now a must do.

Less Is More

I gaze my eyes, to every corner. My house is finally a home. Every where I look, I see contentment.

Simple Reuse

I have three baskets, slightly similar to this one, that I did not get rid of. They housed my daughters childhood books and such. They have been given new purposes. One is a hamper for my bedroom. One is strorage for extra blankets. The other is turned upside down and is being used for a nightstand. My bed is not on a frame, but sits on the floor; so this is a perfect height.

One Of Life's Little Lessons

To release ones self from outer clutter, is to no longer have inner turmoil. Instead of dreading, on all that has to get done and feeling overwhelmed, by the vastness of the mess; I am exhilarated at the thought, of what more I can do.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Friday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

The journey of releasing myself from the clutter and beginning the journey to a more simple way of living; I am reminded, how blessed and grateful I am
...to have a roof over my head
...t0 have heat in the winter and air conditioning in the summer
...to have a stove to cook my food and a refrigerator to keep it fresh
...to have a abundance of running water
...to have access to health care

The Road Less Traveled

The journey of culling has finally come to a end. Not at all sad to see it done. Tomorrow the final trip, to drop off, the unwanted to the thrift shop. Accomplished a lot today. It seems the further along I am, the more I want to get done. In the next week, I plan a light cleaning in the dining room, and in the kitchen a good cleaning. I am giving myself through my next days off, to get this done. After that the mini blinds, windows, screens and lastly the carpet.

Many many moons ago...

I acquired one of these, minus the lid. I used it to store umbrellas. I don't know what became of it, but I would like to acquire another.

Did I Say I, Adore Enamelware

I am always looking for ways to utilize, space, in my very tiny, only bathroom. I just came across this, in one of the many catalogs, that has been arriving in the mail.

The Novice Baker In Me

Around a year ago, I bought this. I thought that I could add a personal touch, to the cakes, I do occasionally bake. Though I have yet to dabble in cake decorating, this set has led to bigger inspirations.
A cake decorating class, so that maybe one day, I can create, exquisite cakes, like these.

The Yet To Come

The thought of finally, reclaiming my home, is exhilarating. The possibilities endless.

Learn how to use the digital camera.
Dust off the sewing machine.
Prepare meals with my daughter.
Plan my container garden.

Ah, a light at the end of the tunnel

I decided yesterday, since I had a long night at work, awaiting me; that sleep should be my priority. So the tub didn't get done. That was a wise decision, as sometimes, taking care of ones self, is more important.

Plans have slightly changed. I have tomorrow off so it will get done then. It looks like my other day off might be Monday instead of Wednesday. So that looks like the day to drop off, the remaining car load to the thrift shop.

The list of what needs to be done is now smaller. I will be quite content if all is done before the holidays.

cull and clean the patio
windows
mini blinds
carpet cleaning

Culling The Path To Simple Living

When you work 50 hours a week, the journey to culling clutter; moves like a turtle. We emptied the bathroom cabinets and cleaned everything except the tub and medicine cabinet, which I hope to get done today. Wednesday will be the long awaited second and last trip, to the thrift shop.

It seems like the journey, to culling the clutter is coming to a end. One of life's journeys, that I never want to revisit.

Creative Simplicity

I have this chair, only in solid pine color, no white. Awhile ago the back broke. I have been using the chair to put my feet up on, while on the computer.

I was going to trash it, as it is not visually appealing; as you can see the holes where the spindles went. I just had a light bulb moment, on how I could recycle and reuse it; in a way that will make it visually appealing. I have four chair pads, that although rather nice, I never used. They were in one of the closets; so when we culled, they got placed in a bag for the thrift shop. I did keep one for my daughters desk chairs.

I have to go back in the car and take something back into the house, meant to be given away. I am okay with that, as it is being given a useful second life. Useful is the key word. What I plan to do is get thick Velcro and glue it to the chair itself, and to the back of the chair pad. That way when the chair pad gets dirty, I simply wash it. The chair pad, covers the spindle holes, so that takes care of the ugliness factor. The chair pad also has a skirt, which will add a cuteness factor. All for the price of just Velcro, I have a lovely foot rest.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Monday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for extraordinary blessings and the everyday ones
...a biopsy does not show any cancer
...waking up and having a home that was not affected by the devastating fire
...the smell and feel of freshly washed sheets and towels
...that my journey to simple living, is turning my home into, the sanctuary I always envisioned.

My Journey To Simple Living

I am so pleased with, the progress my daughter and I made these past couple of days. The culling is almost finished. We finished the linen closet, most of her room, my room and a vast collection, of neglected laundry was washed and dried. Life without clutter, most definitely brings contentment.

A Legacy For Her, A Blessing For Me

When I decided to write this blog, the sole purpose was; to journal, my thoughts. I wanted something, to leave my daughter in case I ever got sick again. It has served that purpose; but even more, turned out to be one of life's biggest blessings, for me.

I discovered when I took a few college classes, that I had a gift for verbal expression. I never had anything to nurture that, until this. I have reaffirmed that all lost brain cells, are just that; only lost, not permanently gone. It only takes some gentle creative stimulation to bring them back.

My Journey To Simple Living

Its day three of my six days off. I decided to start cleaning, in a different direction; the bedrooms first. Totally overwhelming at first. We took everything out of the closet and cleaned the walls, in there. You would think, that when they paint closets and shelves they would use gloss paint instead of flat. Then everything would just wipe off.

Two bags of trash and two more bags, to send to the thrift shop. As much as I would love for my daughter have a garage sale; it just isn't going to happen. Too much stuff, that I don't want, to sit around anymore than it needs to. I am thinking tomorrow, a quick run to drop off all that is ready.

I did find two books, that I will not be giving away. One is a prayer book, which my father received, as a gift on his Bar Mitzvah day. Its a mere 65 years old. The other is The Five Books Of Moses, which from its condition, must be that old or even older. Bindings on both are sorely in need of repair. I had forgotten that I had them.

Teeny Tiny Treasures

These treasures, were in a Smithsonian Catalog, I received. Tiny vintage dollhouse furniture, that would make even a non collector, want to start collecting.

I Was Like, Huh

I was searching online for vintage, like I always do. Vintage looking memo boards to be exact; and there listed was my blog. I have a vintage mind, so modern technology, sometimes stops me dead in my tracks.

And Then There Were Two

When my parents gave these to me, there were three of the four original plates left. These are the two that have survived the years. They were issued in 1975. Are they my most treasured pieces, no. I keep them as they will be passed on to the next generation.

What Grows Out Of The Ground

I have this large patio, with a 6 foot fence. On the top of the fence I have plants. Some time ago, one of my ivy plants, migrated and started growing out of the ground. Instead of cutting it away, I shall place this trellis, and intertwine the ivy to grow around it.

A Gentle Reminder

I came across these inspirational rocks and I was inspired. They are for the garden, but I have more meaningful plans for them. To keep myself reminded to stop and smell the roses; I will place them, where they will be a constant reminder. Such as Harmony at the kitchen table; as that should be a place, where my daughter and I connect. Always Dream, at the base of my computer screen; as that is where I seem to be most inspired. Relax, in the shower; as that is where I unwind. Hope, on my kitchen window; as that is the window I look out, each new day. Faith, in my bedroom; as that is where I lay my head at night.

Vintage Memories

When I was growing up, I had a grandmother, who loved to cook; sadly I was a child who rarely ate, what she cooked. What a loss for me, as she died in 1969. Her matzo ball soup and desserts are only distant memories, as her recipes have vanished. Hopefully someday, I will be able to find close replicas, that will evoke deja vu memories.

Matzo Ball Soup

Mandle Bread

Sponge Cake

I Got To Know You, All Over Again

The impact he made on my life, words can not do justice to. We rarely talked about his life before he came to the U.S. He was a Holocaust survivor. I knew him as Grandpa Morton.

What I remember about him, was his stubbornness and his gruffness. Other than that the only trace on the outside, of his life inside the concentration camp, in Poland; was the tattooed identification numbers on the inside of his forearm. His heart died when he lost, what was so precious to him; his wife and sons. This unmeasurable pain, he carried in his heart, though it seeped out through his rough exterior.

I knew growing up, that he was a tailor. What I didn't know until his funeral, was that was what kept him alive, when million of others perished. He was kept alive to sew uniforms for the Nazis.

After he died I came across the book, Polyn. I was hoping it would give me a glimpse into the life of a man I adored, but never really got to know. One thing that I do know, is that as a little girl, I reclaimed his heart.

Wish I Were There

This is my most treasured cookbook. What captivated me more than the recipes, was the stories and the photographs; behind the recipes. This book exudes heritage and family. What a blessing it must have been to sit at a "Welcome Table".

Life Can Change In A Heartbeat

In a minuscule second, a strangers life can intertwine with yours; and both your lives can be drastically altered. There are times in ones life, that all seems surreal, today was one of them. They are finishing the biopsy. The Dr. asks me when I had the surgery for cancer, did they do a transfusion. The first thought is, they cant stop the bleeding, due to the incision. Then I hear him say, when he pulled the needle out, he cut himself. For a minute, all understanding of the english language; abruptly stopped, for me. No more lost dignity, of having my breast down a hole, while being pulled, pinched, squished and yanked in every direction; as for a moment in time, I lost any memory of even having the biopsy.

As I walked out of the ER, after having my blood drawn; the Dr. was waiting to have his drawn. We glanced at each other as I left. I knowing full well, that our lives may never be the same.

Tic Toc, Tic Toc

Today is the second biopsy and then the waiting game. As I won't find out the results for another week. I've heard, that good things come to those who wait. I wonder if that will apply for this.

No More Solid Sheets

I have sheets similar to these, only on mine the flowers are smaller. My quilt is a patchwork, wedding ring quilt. It has blue, pale yellow and the same color green in it. I like mismatched items.

A Simple Touch

It is such a hard decision, as to which switch, this shall call home. Its hard to tell , but this beauty is made of porcelain.

Something For Both Of Us

I am going to replace my daughters furniture soon, as she has outgrown her childhood furniture. I want to buy her pieces, that she can take with her, when she moves out. She likes the pink one.

I adore the green one. I can envision this with a pine dresser and a vintage wrought iron head and foot board.

I Want It All

Along my journey, I had a epiphany. Things, no longer hold importance, living for tomorrow, is all that is important; and I want it all.

I want to walk barefoot in the rain
I want to drink wine in Tuscany, sit outside a cafe in Paris, whale watch in Alaska and eat lobster in Maine
I want to drink expensive champagne
I want to go to the mountains when it is snowing and forget to come back
I want to dance at my daughters wedding
I want to smell that sweet baby smell, as I cradle my grandchildren
I want to fall in love again, when I am 80, with the same man I fell in love with when I was 30

I want it all

Forgotten Cherished Memories

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Ah, Take Me Back

Some I have fond memories of, some vague, two dolls were my sisters, the first two toys are my favorite memories.

That, what is so precious to me...

is the reason that, for what ever journey I am sent on, that I will never lose faith or hope. She is on the far right.

Accountability To Myself

The six days off work, I want to rest and get some much put off things done.

laundry
finish de-cluttering and culling
clean walls
clean mini blinds
clean house and patio

The only things I will then need to do, is have the carpet cleaned and clean the windows.

Also I have a goal of learning how to transfer pictures from the digetal camera, to the computer.

Tomatoes, Cucumbers, Carrots Oh My

In anticipation of my patio container garden; I have been searching for suitable containers. I would like to find some of these tubs locally; as I can only imagine what the shipping costs will be.

Sinfully Yummy

When I think of comfort food, two favorites come to mind. I don't really like macaroni and cheese; but after trying this one, I was hooked. We only make it on rare occasions, as it has all those things in it, that are not good for you. This takes time to make, but it is sooooo worth it.

INGREDIENTS
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 pound elbow macaroni
8 tablespoons (1 stick) plus 1 tablespoon butter
1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded Muenster cheese
1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded mild Cheddar cheese
1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded sharp Cheddar cheese
1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded Monterey Jack
2 cups half-and-half
1 cup (8 ounces) Velveeta, cut into small cubes
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
1/4 teaspoon seasoned salt
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly butter a deep 2 1/2-quart casserole. Bring the large pot of salted water to a boil over high heat. Add the oil, then the elbow macaroni, and cook until the macaroni is just tender, about 7 minutes. Do not overcook. Drain well. Return to the cooking pot. In a small saucepan, melt eight tablespoons of the butter. Stir into the macaroni. In a large bowl, mix the Muenster, mild and sharp Cheddar, and Monterey Jack cheeses. To the macaroni, add the half-and-half, 1 1/2 cups of the shredded cheese, the cubed Velveeta, and the eggs. Season with salt and pepper. Transfer to the buttered casserole. Sprinkle with the remaining 1/2 cup of shredded cheese and dot with the remaining one tablespoon of butter.
Bake until it's bubbling around the edges, about 35 minutes. Serve hot.

The other is cold chicken and orzo salad.

1 box of cooked and chilled orzo
1 bag of grilled cooked chicken pieces
celery
green onions
tomatoes
Girards Greek Feta Vinaigrette

I don't have exact measurements, other than the box of orzo. I like a lot of celery, as the celery gives it a crunchiness. When I make this, I find I eat it, through the entire day, as it is sooooo good. It also is easy to make. The easy factor is a good thing.

Abundance of gratitude...

for Wednesday

To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.

Today I am grateful for
...soul nourishing music
...soul healing humor
...six upcoming days off, from work in a row; that is not vacation time.
...the inner calmness, that I feel at this moment
...ah ha moments

A Simple Reflection

I want to keep my bedroom down to just bare minimum in furniture, when I buy it. A dresser, nightstand and this lovely lamp.

The 1930s

I came across these photos, online. These are photos of day laborers, women taking care of their families, children being children, homeschooling, homelessness, large families, poverty, racism, migrant workers, farmers, farmers selling their wares, war.

Time has gone by, life is still the same. It is the human spirit that has not changed.

I have a date for the second biopsy. Its a different procedure, that requires a incision. It is a local anesthetic. Not as stressed this time. The only thing that is causing anxiety is the thought of incision with just a local.

Who ever knew that going in for a biopsy for breast cancer; that that in itself would not be the utmost thing on my mind. Okay I lied, two things are causing a bit of anxiety. Dignity will not be a word in my vocabulary, for the length of the test. For this is a test that you lie looking down on a table, where there is a hole for the breast, to go in. That is how they do this biopsy through a mammogram. Your table is then raised up to the doctors level. We will see how really self assured I am, after this little adventure.

While culling books...

I found this copy, of a classic from when my mom grew up.
I know this, because when I was growing up, she had kept the one from her childhood. I remember loving to look through it. It was one similar to the one below. My sister claimed my mothers copy. You can imagine, my delight when I found the newer version one day. My children were too old to enjoy it; hopefully one day my grandchildren will be able to.

Ever since I found the lump, I have not had, a lot of rested sleep. To hear the Dr. say that the lump was a inflammation, most likely a result of the port a cath site, was such a relief. I literally could feel the stress, leave my body. I went home and after a celebratory breakfast with my daughter, I then slept for hours.

I am not out of the woods yet, as the mammogram showed a 1 cm size, lump on the same breast. It could not be biopsied the first time, as they could not find it on the ultrasound. I now must wait, for a appt. for another biopsy, done through a mammogram. Even though this lump holds moderate suspicion, I am okay. My optimistic self is back, and I know that wherever this will go; I will be able to handle it.

Life altering changes...

behold such enormous power.
They can change your life as you know it, in a heartbeat.
They can help you find what strength you possess and other times; they can emotionally put you in a fetal position.
They can bring clarity to cloudiness and then at times they bombard your being with so much stuff, that is hard to distinguish the forest from the trees.
They can make you question your faith and at times lose what faith you had.

I just woke up and there was a voicemail, for my follow up appt., next Wed. morning, Oct. 3rd. Not a good omen, considering that they called me last time on a Wed. to let me know I had cancer. Almost 2 years to the same date. Last time, Nov 9th 2005.