Gratitude Saturday July 11

Back in 1978 or 1979, I attended my first concert. Charlie Daniels Band. “Devil Went Down to Georgia” still makes me sing along and smile…

Charlie passed this week, so I am grateful for the memories he provided me.


Friday Favorites July 10

Welcome to Friday favorites, where I try to remember that Friday is indeed different than the other days of the week….Copy to your own post, put your answers in the comments, have fun with my answers! Remember, technically the weekend begins today…

  1. Favorite Basketball Team- Villanova Wildcats, though I will give a little YAY to the Georgetown Hoyas
  2. Favorite Teacher- In sixth grade I had an amazing teacher Mr. Hill. I still remember things he talked about in history. He was tough and no nonsense, and I totally appreciated this
  3. Favorite Make up I Can’t Live Without- eye liner
  4. Favorite Website- hmmm….the website I go to most often would have to be Barnes and Noble. I don’t know if I have a real favorite. I’m assuming apps are  different than websites
  5. Favorite Kind of Sushi- I’m not a fan of fish in general, raw or otherwide, but I do like the cucumber avocado roll…
  6. Favorite Cartoon- Josie and the Pussycats
  7. Favorite Boy Band- The Beatles (sorry- four guys and music….and one of their songs was simply she loves you yeah yeah yeah)
  8. Favorite Beach-Bora Bora was the most amazing place ever, and though I don’t remember the beach, I’d say any beach there
  9.  Natural Disaster- Ok- I got this list from, and I’ve just answered all the questions no matter how silly I thought they were. But this is just stupid… because really- is any natural disaster good or a favorite….
  10. Favorite Hockey Team- NY Islanders

Just Another Planning Post

I haven’t written a good planning post in awhile….

I miss my planner. It sat there for months- mocking me. At first, it mocked me and my carefully laid out plans. It mocked me with shows that I was supposed to attend, book clubs, lunches, museum exhibits…

Then it mocked me with it’s emptiness…. day after day…page after page…empty…

I don’t like when anybody mocks me. Especially my planner. Yes- my planer is a person. I call her Sheila.

So Sheila looked so sad and lonely with all those empty pages…

What’s a planner supposed to do?

So I made a plan to add to my planner…


First off- I added stickers!


Here’s my case for stickers-

  1. It’s creative
  2. It brings out my inner child
  3. It’s cute
  4. It makes me feel good
  5. It gives me something to look forward to

What else have I added to my planner?

  1. Movies/TV I want to watch
  2. reminder to text friends
  3. Word of the day
  4. How I’m feeling
  5. Highlights of the day
  6. Lowlights of the day
  7. Gratitude
  8. Actual reminders of things to do
  9. Blog schedule/ideas
  10. Whatever I’m thinking when I have the planner open

The hardest thing about the pandemic is my lack of control….

Shocking revelation….

Playing with my planner has given me a little control over my days- on the page at least…

What other organizing ideas have you come up with LA? (face it- I know you’re thinking this. Who doesn’t think about what I’m doing to organize my life…)

These are my chore charts. I have them up in my kitchen. One of them are all the things that must be done on a daily basis. One is things that are done on a weekly basis. The other is a list of things that get done monthly or biweekly. It is so much easier to keep track of what needs to be done. It’s also easy for my family to see what needs to be done- you know- in case they want to help out around the house…

And there you have it!

Another planner post in the books…

What’s a Marriage

My Uncle had two unsuccessful attempts to marriage. The first was to his high school sweetheart. He really did love her- he just got married too young. The second was a foolish mistake because I think he was lonely and she was desperate for a step father for her child. I don’t think that lasted six months. Then he met D, and they started dating.

And they dated.

And dated.

Never moving in together.

For twenty years.

After two failed marriages, my Uncle was wary of pieces of paper connecting people legally. Plus, he and D got along really well, except when they didn’t.

They both did well financially- he’s a Doctor and she was flipping houses long before it was fashionable on HGTV. He is a car and motorcycle enthusiast who loves a good car show and trip around an engine. He treats his body as a temple with an intensive workout routine of weights and cardio and yoga. He loves music and plays guitar in a band of other Doctors, and attends concerts whenever possible. D was opposite in many ways. She loves a good drink and a better party. As well as her mid atlantic residence, she also maintained a condo in a southern state, enjoying her weekends on the beach, meeting as many new people as she could. She was a total people person.

They loved one another, but had their moments when his quiet solitude didn’t mesh with her boisterous joie de vivre.

But no marriage. Twenty years.

About eight months ago, D was diagnosed with cancer. Stage 4 lung, with some secondary spots. You can guess the prognosis…

So in April 2020, in the midst of the pandemic, my uncle and D got married.

He wanted to be able to have full rights to care for her in the final days, which he did, until she passed two weeks ago.

Which brings us to:

I’m not a real fan of the concept of marriage. I’m one of those people who thinks it’s just a piece of paper.

But, in the end, does that piece of paper really mean something?

What are your thoughts on marriage vs a partnership?

Do you swing towards one side or the other?

Do you think it’s the same?

Do you think one way clearly is better than the other?



I recently read “Silent Treatment” by Abbie Greaves. Summary: husband and wife do not speak to each other for six months even though they live in the same house. The actual book blurb basically says the same thing.


I enjoyed this book. Ok- enjoy is maybe not the right word, but I thought it was well thought out and executed. It would not be considered literary fiction, nor is it what I would call a beach read. What do you call a book that’s not really deep, but isn’t quite shallow either? Do we just call it a book?


After I read a book I mark it “READ” on my Goodreads page. And then I look at the reviews. I read reviews after the fact because I hate spoilers. I can usually rely on the blurb to see if I am going to like a book.

The blurb…

The first few reviews that I came across panned “Silent Treatment” because the blurb was “misleading” and “didn’t give an idea of what the book was about” and “was different than the actual book”.

So the question of the day is:

How much does the blurb matter to you? Would you be disappointed in a book if it didn’t tell the story you thought you were about to read?

I do read blurbs and short summaries of books. But, I think I try to decipher the “tone” of a book more than the plot. I was talking with another blogger recently and I stated that I am more interested in character driven novels than plot driven ones. I like dialogue. I like character interaction. You know, like French films which are short on story and long on nuance. I like writers who have style…

Should a blurb really give you insight into the plotline of a book?

I can probably read any story, with any sort of plotline, as long as I appreciate the style and tone which an author writes. Frankly, I like if I am pleasantly surprised by the plot going in a different direction than I thought it would.

But let’s break that down. If I pick up a book and I assume it’s going to be about a man and a woman entering a relationship when they are in their sixties, I do not want it to become a novel where they are both aliens and are going to try to bring people up to their planet for experiments…

But if I pick up a book about a man and a woman who are not speaking, I really don’t care what the reasoning is to their silence. I just care that it’s well thought out and executed.


Have you ever been really disappointed in a book because the description didn’t match the actual contents?




About three weeks ago I did a three day cleanse.

A lot if apples, celery and cucumber- a little beets, carrots and tomato…

It was Ok

I never felt hungry, but I never felt satisfied either, which for someone who likes food and has been starved of every pleasurable thing in life was probably the hardest part. The thing I missed the most though was not food- it was tea. Specifically caffeinated tea…

But I survived the three days.

And you know what? I actually felt better physically.

But it was hard mentally…

It becomes a chicken/egg scenario- while it might be ideal to feel better mentally and physically concurrently- what if that doesn’t seem possible?

My mind has been in overdrive since mid March- there has only been crazy running around in there- like a bunch of mice on speed are maze running through my cerebrum, distorting my reasoning and emotions. I don’t know when I will get the trap to catch those damn mice…

Physically, I’m not so great either. I can’t exercise the way I like to. We lack public restroom facilities in NYC during the best of times, so small bladder and long walks didn’t really mesh. I was eating junk to comfort myself. This is a deadly combination.

So mind- gone (temporarily I hope)

physical form- gone (temporary?)

What’s a girl to do?

I don’t know. (FYI- I’m tattooing that on my arm today because guess what- tattoo parlors open in NYC today, and I’m visiting any store that is open and I don’t know has become the catch phrase on 2020)

So- I’ve resolved to do virtual buddy walks with Claudette- 20 minutes a day.

I’m doing a modified cleanse on Mondays. I can handle one day a week.

I’m eating really carefully on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

Big thumbs up to cucumber and lemon water…

I am not giving up tea. ( I mean really- how much can I take away…)

I am just trying to get by one day at a time…



Hanging at the window
Empire State Building
Roof deck finally reopened
I would like some one to sing “you’ve lost that living feeling” to me

Friday Favorites 7/3

Today we celebrate Friday favorites…feel free to play along!

  1. Favorite road to travel on: The road less travelled
  2.  Favorite Animal at the Zoo: Monkeys- they crack me up
  3. Favorite Toy as a Child: stuffed cat
  4. Favorite Hair Color: brown
  5. Favorite Holiday: Christmas (but in December- not July- celebrating it too early or too often takes the specialness away)
  6. Favorite Dish at Olive Garden; I’ve only been to Olive Garden once- alas no favorite dish
  7. Favorite TV Sitcom: Frasier
  8. Favorite Style of Dance: Ballet
  9. Favorite Way to Travel: with one suitcase and a tote
  10. Favorite Type of Bear: Panda

I’m Blushing

One of my favorite museums  stores is Sephora. I love a good meander though the aisles looking at the all the make up and the products. I also love sitting at my vanity in the morning- yes- I have a vanity with a little stool, and I both begin and end my day here. I may not have a closet, but I cling to this one little thing…I schedule in my planner three spa nights a week where I masque, exfoliate, moisturize and chill out to whatever music suits my mood.

This is my idea of self care.

So last week I saw that Sephora had reopened.  They have a team outside the store- they tell you Sephora shopping law about touching (not allowed) sampling (only allowed via a Sephora employee who will make sure what you use is pristine) and that for a limited time, it’s 10% off…

I walked in and breathed a sigh of relief. For that one moment on Friday all was right with the world. Sephora still exists…

10% off! Every employee in the store made sure we remembered that…

Did I need anything?

I mean really- I hadn’t worn much make up in months…I buy much of my skincare via drugstore brands…


I realized that I really needed my Orgasm…you know, the universally flattering blush color made by Nars which I have been wearing for more than twenty years…

My daughter and I walked the aisles until we spotted the Nars section…and there it was…the little black package…

As my delighted fingers went to pick up the package, a sudden realization came to me…

Do I really need blush now?

Do we need foundation?



Luminator (I think that’s the thing JLo wears)?


With the advent of wearing masks, do women need these items anymore?

I looked at my daughter- “Will I actually put on blush knowing I have to wear a mask?”

“You?” she laughed. “Of course you will. You put on make up just because. You just like wearing it.”

“But really- no one will see it anymore. Unless I’m going out to dinner, and will it rub off on the mask and then I’ll have to reapply…”

“Well” my daughter continued “a lot of girls are putting make up on their masks… they outline lips and add bronzer and whatever…it’s a thing in some places…”


She shrugged and looked at beauty blenders.

I did end up buying the blush, because I was out of it and… 10% off.

But it doesn’t mean I didn’t wonder about the fate of make up worn below your nose. If dramatic eyes will be the new fashion wave because that’s what people will see.

Botox? Will people who have never plunged start to fill in those pesky forehead lines because now they will be highlighted? (when I posted my mask  pic the other day, I did wonder for a minute how noticeable my 56 year old forehead would appear- so I can’t imagine I’m the only one)

Will BIG hair make a comeback?

Or will cosmetics fall by the wayside? Will people just toss on a mask and be done with it?


To make up, or not to make up…

That is today’s question…