Head out on the highway…

I will remember 2019 as the year of the road trip. I have logged many hours and miles across Pennsylvania and Ohio and down to Washington D.C. I spent time with my sister and my mother-in-law, I connected with an old friend, and spent an almost dangerous amount of time alone with my own thoughts as I drove along I-80. My favorite road trips are definitely ones that include time with my grandchildren and happily our most recent trip was all about the grandkids.

Grandkid palooza started out with a visit with our youngest grandchild, Eleanor. One of the advantages of being the youngest grandchild is inheriting the toys your cousins have outgrown. She was more than happy to be the recipient of a plethora of duplos! Thanks guys.

The other big news in Eleanor’s life is there is now a piano in the home. Grandpa Bud’s piano has arrived at its new home where it will be well loved. I have a strong suspicion that Eleanor and her father will spend many happy hours here.

Then it was on to Maryland to visit our grandsons and celebrate their parents’ 14th wedding anniversary. Life has been beyond busy for all the adults involved so we decided to keep it simple and order pizza for dinner. I did want a way to involve my grandsons in the celebration of their parents anniversary so I decided to bake a cake and teach them how to make a heart shape out of a square and a circle. I arrived in Maryland with my cakes ready to roll. I asked the boys what the official symbol of love is and they replied it was a heart. Since I had baked a square and a circle ,I asked them how were we going to get a heart. They were all set to do some “cake carving” but as soon as I cut the circle in half they knew what to do to make the square into a heart. They then got busy making some banners and cards to decorate our masterpiece.

Sam in creative mode.

I was a little surprised when the nine-year old twins started talking to me about doing a crumb coat on the cake! Kids Baking Championship has given them the lingo but they may still need to fine tune their technique. Nonetheless, their parents were delighted with the heartfelt, finished project. And yes, I too believe their parents were meant for each other.

We ended the evening with a fire in the new fire pit. The night was clear and cool with the smell of wood smoke in the air. The perfect end to a fine day.

Before we knew it we were off to the land of girls. Elliot and Becky headed out for 24 hours of R&R and Mr. Smith and I settled in with Olivia, Emily and Elizabeth. First on the agenda was taking the girls to dance class. While we spent many years hauling boys to karate, taking girls to dance class is a new adventure for Mr. Smith and me. Elizabeth may not have all the moves down pat, but she’s full of enthusiasm and cute as a button.

After lunch at Pizza Hut, it was back home for an afternoon of crafting. We made cinnamon applesauce cut outs that are making the house smell cozy and festive.

Is it Emily or R2 D2???
Crafting is messy work!

While our cutouts were in the oven, the girls moved on the creating some adorable masterpieces from a Cheerful Chipmunks Kit. They’re pretty sure their parents will be impressed with their creativity.

Tomorrow Mr.Smith and I will head back to Pennsylvania and settle back into our daily routines, all the while cognizant that Thanksgiving and Christmas are right around the corner. Wilkes Barre has already started decorating for the holidays, taking advantage of a mild day last week to put up festive wreaths. Soon the tree in the town square will be up and the holiday fairs and celebrations will be in full swing. My goal is to embrace the season and savor the moments and not get caught up in my to-do list. I will play my favorite Christmas music while I wrap gifts and bake Christmas treats. I will light candles, add some Christmas greens and sip a glass of wine. I’m 64 years old and know that “perfection” is highly overrated. What’s not overrated is holiday fun with friends and family and I plan to have some fun.

C’est la vie.

Trick or treat…

Are you ready for Halloween tomorrow? Do you have a big bowl of candy ready for all the trick or treaters who will be appearing at your door? Even though I’ve never been a huge fan of Halloween, the sight of all the little ghosts, witches, princesses and superheroes running up and down our street back in Indiana always made me smile. Except for the teenagers, I had a hard time with kids bigger than me who couldn’t be bothered to come up with a costume wanting a treat.

Since leaving Indiana, we have not had one trick-or-treater. Our building is locked, you have to be buzzed in, so it just doesn’t work. I must not be the only one missing the little ghosts and goblins. A neighbor down the hall has a festive wreath on their door and a cauldron of trick-or-treat candy out for grabs in a nod to the holiday.

Luckily I have grandchildren and parents who send me photos of them in costume.

I hope you have a wickedly fun Halloween. And watch out for black cats…

C’est la vie.

Ready, set, Christmas…

With my sister visiting, we’ve been in a few stores this week and it’s obvious the holidays are coming.  While not yet in its usual overwhelming presence, evidence is popping up everywhere. Thanksgiving turkeys are sharing display space with elaborate Christmas ornaments, dishes and linens, holiday cards and wrappings, and my mailbox is overrun with holiday catalogs trying to entice me to choose their wares.

Thanksgiving is unusually late this year as the fourth Thursday falls on the 28th, making Christmas three and a half weeks later.  As someone who particularly likes the holiday of Thanksgiving, I don’t want it to get lost in the Christmas frenzy.  My plan to save Thanksgiving is to be organized with regard to Christmas. 

  1.  Before November 1, I will make a list of lucky people who are on my gift list, as well as ideas for presents.  I will not get caught up in the material trappings and will keep to my budget. I WILL WRAP EACH GIFT AS IT IS PURCHASED.
  2. I will purchase and address my holidays cards early.  Although it seems we receive less and less cards each year, I still love finding those greetings in my mailbox and will continue to send them as long as I can.
  3. In early November, I will pull out my Christmas trimmings and check for anything that needs attention. Even though I do less holiday decorating these days, I still enjoy creating a festive atmosphere. My turkeys will make an appearance in early November and the Santas will come out the day after Thanksgiving.
  4. The first week in November, I will start planning our holiday menus and organizing the recipes.  I will shop ahead for the staples, simplifying my time in the grocery starting Thanksgiving week through the New Year.
  5. I will put aside my obsessive nature, not worry about perfection and practice enjoying every fun, noisy, delicious and messy moment of time with friends and family.
And to all a good night…

C’est la vie. 

Will you still need me, will you still feed me…

Yesterday was my 64thbirthday.  While that may not be old, it’s hardly young.  The thing is, I still feel like a work in progress and while it’s a bit of a cliché, I really don’t feel 64.

Many years ago, I came across a newspaper column a wife had written about her spouse.  Her physician husband had retired and one of the parting gifts he received was a gift certificate to a fortune teller.  A couple weeks later when he called to make an appointment for his reading, his wife was baffled telling him, “you don’t even believe in that stuff.”  But off he went.  He returned from his encounter in a pensive mood.  This man went on to achieve the greatest accomplishments of his life during his “retirement”.   He established a neighborhood health clinic for low income patients, including mental health care, a service often denied people without good insurance or the means to pay themselves.  And he reveled in every moment of it.  It turns out, the fortune teller told him he was too young to rest on his laurels and had much more to accomplish in his lifetime.  So, did the fortune teller truly see this, or is it simply common sense that we are only limited by our own myopic view of ourselves.

A few minutes of research reveals some of the many people who have achieved momentous success in their 60s and beyond. Laura Ingalls Wilder was 65 when “Little House in the Big Woods” was published. Dame Judy Dench starred in her first film after 60.  And Grandma Moses didn’t start painting until the age of 76 when she gave up embroidery because she could no longer hold her embroidery needle due to her arthritis.  The examples go on and on and leave me pondering but also eagerly anticipating what is next for me!

As an adult I haven’t fully embraced my birthday.  While I always have fun at my children’s and other people’s birthday celebrations, I’d rather celebrate others than be the focus of attention.  But his year I decided to make a change.  It was time to start celebrating myself and all that I have achieved throughout this hectic year. While I am glad to receive birthday greetings via Facebook (and appreciate that Facebook keeps me apprised of other’s birthdates!), there’s nothing quite like receiving a paper card in the mail.  This year I saved up all the greetings that arrived during the week and on the morning of my birthday Mr. Smith made me a mimosa and I had a lovely time opening my messages of birthday love.

I’m not sure where my next trip around the sun is going to take me, but it’s been a pretty fine ride so far. This year I’m going to try and step out of my comfort zone and open up to all this magnificent universe has to offer.  I think a fortune teller would tell me to do the same.

C’est la vie.

A celebration of epic proportion…

This past weekend we celebrated Mr. Smith’s 65thbirthday.  Three generations came together and created some lasting memories. We played in the pool.  We walked part of the Towpath Trail. We played Pin the Hat on Grandpa, Grandpa Nick Bingo, and countless hands of Michigan Rummy. 

Pin the hat on grandpa!
Ring around Grandpa…

Before we devoured Becky’s delicious cupcakes,Emmet and Elliot both toasted their father with words that brought tears to his eyes.  Adam co-opted Elton John’s  Your Song, and sang  Your Sons  – …And you can tell everybody that we are your sons…and that brought tears to my eyes!

As parents, Mr. Smith and I delight in seeing our sons together, interacting with each other and each other’s children!  Seeing our grandchildren playing together and creating bonds is priceless.  Celebrations are a brilliant way to show children where they come from. It’s a big, beautiful circle of life.

Our sons, daughters-in-law and grandchildren gave Mr. Smith what he wanted most for his birthday – their time.  No matter where we move or where we live, there will always be space for our cherished memories.

WISHING YOU MANY, MANY MORE!

C’est la vie.

Always keep a bottle of champagne in the fridge for special occasions. You know, like Wednesday…

It’s the Wednesday before Memorial Day and Mr. Smith and I are both incredibly excited for the weekend to arrive.  We will be celebrating his 65thbirthday with all our children, their wives and our grandchildren.  We will miss Hsin Yi and Eleanor as they are in Taiwan visiting family, but all others will be present and accounted for. We will rendezvous at a hotel with a pool near Cleveland, Ohio to mark the occasion.  It is what Mr. Smith wants for his birthday.  I had been racking my brain for an appropriately fabulous gift for this auspicious occasion.  Each time I asked him if there was something special that would make his heart go pitter-pat, he always responded the same, “I want to celebrate with my peeps.”  So, we’re making that happen.

His celebration will be filled with noise, games and activity, and loads of love. We’ll have a pizza party, get some exercise with a hike at Cuyahoga Valley National Park, and share a special dinner on Sunday which will include Becky’s famous cupcakes.  All our grandchildren are little fish, so there will be lots of swimming. We’ll play a couple of Grandpa Nick centric games and munch lots of yummy snacks.  Hopefully all the fun will tire out the grandkids, leaving a bit of adult time in the evening to pop that champagne with our sons and daughters-in-law while our little darlings drift off to sleep angelically. 

Happy birthday to the primo VIP!

It will be like a mini Camp Grandma, except that Grandpa will be the primo VIP!  Mr. Smith and I treasure anything that strengthens the bonds of our far-flung family.  We love seeing our sons catch up with each other’s lives.  We love watching our grandchildren get to know their cousins, aunts and uncles better, and in some instances, their own parents.  Four-year old Emily is at a point where she’s figuring out the family tree.  Many Facetime calls are spent discussing the fact that, yes, Grandpa and I are her father’s parents and Uncle Emmet and Uncle Adam’s parents.  I think being all together will help her form a clearer portrait of her family and all its branches.  I know being together always improves my viewpoint!

There is extensive research that demonstrates the benefits of interaction with extended family.  I didn’t have grandparents growing up, but I had my Aunt Ruby and six siblings. I know the benefits of having them in my life were immeasurable.  I am constantly amazed at how much my adult children and grandchildren add to my life. They ground me, they sustain me, and they make me want to be a better person.  We are lucky people…

C’est la vie.

Rain, champagne and crab cakes…

I slept in a bit on Mother’s Day morning, a dreary rainy morning conducive to a smidgen of extra pampering.  When I did venture into the kitchen, Mr. Smith was quick with a yummy, warm croissant to go with my delicious morning cappuccino. He had also saved my Sunday New York Times from drowning in the weekend downpour.  A fine way to start the day.

We had reservations for later in the day at one our favorite waterfront restaurants on Cayuga Lake, but thanks to another wet day in upstate New York, we chose to cancel and dine at home.  One of my favorite dinners that Mr. Smith prepares is Martha Stewart’s Maryland Crab Cakes.  We decided on a menu of crab cakes, green beans and broiled tomatoes.  

After a trip to the bookstore (for fun) and the grocery store (for crab), we spent a rare lowkey afternoon at home.  I caught up on Madame Secretary and Mr. Smith spent some time getting a jump start on his upcoming busy work week.

Around 6:00 p.m. we rendezvous in the kitchen, popped a little bubbly and worked on dinner together.  In just over an hour we were seated at our cozy dining room table, enjoying our feast.  It was delicious.

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” Virginia Woolf

I did receive a gift set of my current favorite scent from Mr. Smith for Mother’s Day.  This led us through an interesting discussion regarding perfume versus cologne and everything in between.  Please check back on Sunday when I’ll muse on (ramble on) about the scent of a woman.

C’est la vie.