Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Some kids get excited about a picnic, a birthday party, going to the beach.
Me, I still get excited about snow.
Today, for the first time ever...this is true...I made a snow angel, just because I'd never done it before.
I shoveled a path to the ice melt box in the parking lot, I patted down a path so I could feed the squirrels. I wish I could test out the new powder on the slopes, but skiing is scheduled for tomorrow.
Now that I am retired I could take a vacation to some warm climate and stay there until the snow melts, but that would be to miss all the fun.
All those years I lived in Central and South America the one thing I missed was snow. I didn't have a sense of time because it was eternal spring where I lived. A year without a good snow storm, a year without the creator's painting the landscape white, is a lost year.
Must be the kid in me.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
There are few things that give me more of a thrill than downhill skiing.
From the top of the mountain I can be the snow queen and look over all my snow covered kingdom
But today it was different. There I stood at the top of the lift and all I could see were brown undulating hills, not yet touched by even an inch of snow. Instead of looking out into the distance I had to keep my gaze on the artificial snow created by the great snow blowers that have made my ski day a bliss but reduced me to a raggedy downhill ice carver.
Please, let it snow. I love fresh powder.
Monday, January 03, 2011
It is the new year and it is the second anniversary of my car, which needs a makeover. In addition to its oil being changed and filters and belts replaced I am treating the car and myself (as its owner) to a detailing or makeover.
This involves all day without the car, and so after logging on at the library I will also go for a makeover at a local "spa." I do not think that the beauty salon can do much to remove my wrinkles and warts, my fat pockets or my constantly anoying belly, but it can do some surface repair, which let's face it, at this age, is all that can be expected. So hair, nails and face will get a resurfacing.
At the end of the day I have the feeling that my two year old car will look a lot better than its 67 year old driver.
Have you ever gone for a makeover? Were you delighted or disappointed with the results?
Friday, December 31, 2010
Every year at this time I feel the need to organize.
Is it the ads in the papers or online that are selling new file folders, plastic junk keepers or a true need to start over?
For one, I can put all my receipts and bills away in a file in the closet, get rid of the mounds of paper from 7 years ago and reuse that file. I can peruse all the receipts that I think I can use for proof of tax deductions, and get all that stuff ready for the CPA come February.
But the real place I organize is in tossing out holiday decorations, getting leaner and less cluttered as the years go by. Since I am not a Christian most of my holiday stuff is secular, but nevertheless, there. And it needs to be weeded out because the solstice does not demand red and green fadoozies.
And then there is the kitchen. Every year she gets cleaned from top to bottom, all the drawers are removed, washed down, re-papered and the contents either discarded or kept in an organized manner. Then the shelves get the same treatment, and finally the refrigerator, stove/oven and pantry. Even the floor and the ceiling and lights get cleaned.
It is time to clear the cobwebs and get serious (again) about my comitment to eating healthily from a clean kitchen.
This is definitely a need, born of psychotic seeds, but one which brings peace to a
soul. So while all you are out celebrating the new year with champagne and Auld Lang Syne, toast one for the Mook, deep in de-cluttering!
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