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Off-season

by chuckofish

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Last week we were in Boca Grande, Florida, staying in a luxurious condo generously loaned to us by a good friend.

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It was glorious.

Clearly I am an off-season person. One of the joys of the off-season in Florida is, of course, that there are so few people around. It is quiet and relatively peaceful. You have the beach almost to yourself and the pool is peaceful except for a few polite southern children who respect your space.

It is possible to live in the moment and really relax.

Our daughters, the over-worked TV exec and the on-a-budget graduate student, could let their hair down.

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Daughter #2 sliced and diced for us while daughter #1 mixed perfect margaritas. Yummo.

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All week I never logged on or in to anything. (Unlike this guy.)

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To each his own.

I preferred to walk on the beach and collect seashells.

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The weather, I might add, was perfect–never warmer than it was at home in our flyover state. And there was always that proverbial tropical breeze blowing. Plus, we spent hours cooling off in the pool which was surrounded by lovely Floridian flora.

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Then we would go into town to eat lunch or have ice cream.

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Then repeat.

Enjoy a lovely dinner.

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Enjoy the sunset.

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We got all dressed up once and went to the fabulous (and historic) Gasparilla Inn on our second-to-last night.

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I read a lot of Nathaniel Hawthorne–my kind of beach reading! And we watched a lot of Designing Women, Season 2 which daughter #1 brought along, plus various movie favorites of the mindless variety, i.e. Viva Las Vegas, Ghostbusters II, and others too embarrassing to name.

Mix in endless mother/daughter chatter and you have a priceless vacay.

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Nevertheless, it’s always nice to come home, isn’t it?

But I sure do miss my girls.

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“I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.” *

by chuckofish

On Saturday I’m flying to Florida to meet up with “my girls” for a week on the beach.

On Tuesday my dual personality will leave for her biennual journey to England to visit her in-laws.

Posting will most probably be intermittent, but don’t worry, we’ll be checking in from time to time. My husband will be loaded down with all manner of laptop, iPad, iPhone, etc. so I will not be cut off from the world. God forbid.

Five years ago in Sanibel

In Sanibel: Team Skinnypants

While we are gone, the boy and his bride will move into their new (old) house. That worked out nicely, right?

*T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

You remember…

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Joyeux anniversaire–part II

by chuckofish

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Happy anniversary to our big brother and his lovely wife who tied the knot thirty years ago on June 18, 1983. Hats off to you two love-birds and may you enjoy thirty more happy years together!

C’est une belle réussite. We should eat some cake.

Joyeux anniversaire

by chuckofish

This weekend we went to a surprise party for our good friends who were celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary hosted by their daughter.

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We lived next door to each other back when our kids were little.

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I guess we’ve all grown up–or at least, gotten older!

Thanks for reminding me! Well, at least there was cake.

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Hats off to all those brave souls who manage to stay married through thick and thin.

We’ll have another milestone to share tomorrow!

What’s in my bag?

by chuckofish

Over the past few weeks there have been a lot of blog posts out there attempting to answer that important question: What’s in your bag? This seems to be something that preoccupies a lot of women. Since a love of small leather goods runs in my family (my father was a big fan), I thought I would jump on the blog bandwagon and show you what’s in my purse!

This is my red Longchamp “Le Pliage” Medium Shoulder Tote. I also have the same tote in gunmetal gray and bright green. I am probably due for a new one right about now. Let me just say, it is the perfect purse. Plain, simple–and it holds just the right amount of stuff without getting too heavy. The shoulder straps are the right length and you can even sponge it off.

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This is what fits inside.

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My Orla Kiely zip wallet.

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This cute Brooklyn zip pouch that daughter #1 gave me. It holds my checkbook and my small calendar and a couple of little blank books which daughter #2 gave me. You can never have too many of those you know.

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My Vera Bradley eyeglass cases. Daughter #1 gave me the elephant one a long time ago. She also gave me the elephant shopping bag from J. Crew which folds up in a little envelope. I pull it out at the grocery store and say, “I have my own bag!” when they ask, “Plastic or paper?” You are impressed with my green-ness, I know.

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A friend brought this cute zipper bag back from Mexico. It’s the perfect size for a cell phone.

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My needlepoint keychain which daughter #1 picked up when she interned at the TODAY show back in the day. Katie Couric got all sorts of freebies and this was one of them. The “I am an Episcopalian” medal is in case I am ever in a car wreck and someone wants to give me Last Rites. I remember reading how Eddie Rickenbacker was in a terrible plane crash and they brought a priest over to give him Last Rites and he yelled at him, all crushed and his eyeball hanging out, “I’m a damn Protestant! Get out!” Well, we just want to avoid any such confusion.

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You may have observed a theme here, i.e. my daughters are always giving me nice things to put in my purse. Aren’t they wonderful? And the truth is, whenever I use one of these items throughout the day, I think of the lovely daughter who gave it to me.

I have a friend who used her mother’s old wallet for twenty years after she died. It was getting pretty beaten up as you can imagine, but she just couldn’t bring herself to part with it. Finally, she appeared with a new one and I asked her about it. She said she had been looking through some old things of her mothers and she found another wallet(!) which she then commenced to use. I know just how she feels. That is one of the reasons we are such good friends.

In conclusion: “Good order is the foundation of all things.”
–Edmund Burke (Reflections on the Revolution in France)

Weekend update

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? Well, Saturday was the Ethical Society Book Sale and, as usual, I had a good time sorting through the books, choosing $20 worth of hardbacks and paperbacks ranging from beach reading to classics. What is better than loading up with $1 and $2 books? Not much.

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I also went to a couple of estate sales and found a few things, including a $4 pair of new-with-tags Lilly Pulitzer swimming trunks for my old man to wear in Florida.

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Oh, the joy of the hunt and finding things you really weren’t looking for but that you really need!

The boy came over on Sunday and we cleaned up the garage. I mean really cleaned it up. We threw away a lot of stuff–old sports equipment, broken folding chairs, a shelf of muddy athletic shoes, umbrellas without handles, half-filled bags of gardening stuff, general detritus. It was glorious.

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By the way, I seem to have missed Walt Whitman’s birthday on May 31, and for this I apologize.

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Here is James Earl Jones reading from “Song of Myself”. Scroll down a bit and then take a few minutes to listen to it. You’ll be glad you did. Wonderful.

Have a good week! I am hoping for Quiet and Uneventful.

Fat baby Friday

by chuckofish

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It occurred to me that it has been quite awhile since we featured a (fat) baby on Friday. So here is a photo circa 1926 featuring our mother (the baby) and her older sister Susanne, who was around three at the time. They must have been in Chicago visiting their grandfather or in Michigan at his little house there.

Our baby appears to be focused on keeping her thumb in her mouth. Her grandfather has a good grip on her.

You’ve seen him before as a young and handsome, but reportedly sickly, young man traveling to Colorado for his health.

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William H. Carnahan

But here he is as an old man. He lived well into his 80s in the 1940s. Imagine the change he saw in his lifetime–1861–1947! The Civil War to post-WWII. It truly boggles the mind.

Well, as we frequently say on this blog–time like an ever-rolling stream…

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, it’s Friday! So let’s turn on the mini Chinese lantern lights, pour some wine and start the weekend!

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Long may you run

by chuckofish

It was quite a weekend. I took part in more socializing than in the first 5 months of the year combined.

A very dear friend and her husband were visiting from Virginia and we had dinner with them at a friend’s house with other members of our high school class–a mini reunion of sorts. There were tornado sirens and we turned on the TV during dinner to make sure we weren’t in the path of disaster. Luckily the tornadic activity passed by us to the north, but you can never be too sure. Unbenownst to us, there was a lot of local damage and power outages galore.

Oh my goodness.

Oh my goodness.

On Saturday we went to my old man’s 40th high school reunion which was held at his bff’s house up on a bluff above the Mississippi River.

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Such a view!

Such a view!

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There was a pig roast (sorry, no pictures) and lots of nostalgic ’70s music. Hello, Neil Young.

Martin and Cap check out those newfangled phone devices.

Martin and Cap check out those newfangled phone devices.

The boys shot off a cannon and there were fireworks.

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On Sunday I went to church because I was reading the second lesson. It was one of those “as we have said before, so now I repeat…” exhortations that ol’ St. Paul is known for. Great stuff. My favorite to read. While we were passing the peace, the first lector said, “Good job,” to me. “As usual. We had the A-team today.” I chuckled, but I was pleased. I’ve never been on the A-team before. Boo yah.

I had brunch with my BFFs from Virginia and then went home to work in the yard a little before it rained. A lovely end to an exhausting but wonderful weekend.

#Oldfriends

#Oldfriends

Oh, this old world
Keeps spinning round
It’s a wonder tall trees
Ain’t layin’ down
There comes a time.

And then we were all in one place

by chuckofish

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Sunday was Pentecost, and coincidentally, Grace Church officially merged with another parish, so it was an extra big deal for all concerned. However, when I got to church, some new person was sitting in “my pew” (!) so I had to look around for another place to sit. You see how it is.

I moved down the row and sat with my old friend Ron, an 80-year old African-American retired Army Colonel. It was a good choice as we happily made barbed comments throughout the overly-long 2-hour service which included four baptisms–in Ron’s words, “The worst logistical hash-up” of the year–and a brass quartet which intruded on our post-communion prayer time–“so much for our moment of quiet contemplation.” Ron and I were, of course, the only members on our knees in prayer, because for some unknown reason which neither of us understands, kneeling has been phased out of our liturgy. When I asked Ron after the service if he knew why that was, he did not, but commented that “in that other church, they have a Pope who decides those things.” We were on the same page for sure.

Although the choir was off-key most of the time and the brass quartet hit some really sour notes, it was a happy and welcoming occasion. But enough already–I skipped the church picnic afterwards and came home to water my plants and finish up my DIY bathroom project.

Somehow I convinced my old man to take me down to Ted Drewes for some frozen goodness.

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It is already in the “hot and humid” range here in flyover land and I refuse to turn on the airco before June, so frozen custard it is.

How was your weekend?

The citadel of the family*

by chuckofish

Mother’s Day approaches. This is a bittersweet holiday for me, since it has been 25 years since I had a mother with whom to celebrate.

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But the blogosphere has been a-buzz with “What has your mother taught you?” posts, and I think it is still a valuable exercise to consider this question. And, of course, I do love lists. So here are some of the things that my mother taught me:

Keep it simple.

Holidays call for parties. Parties are always best when there are favors.

When you act like a lady, people treat you like a lady.

Going out for lunch is the best.

Going for a drive can help you take your mind off your problems.

Talk to children like adults.

Children like routine and boundaries, but try to be spontaneous once in awhile.

Furniture should not “match” and “suites” of furniture are indeed tacky. If you have antiques, they will not all be from the same period. It is okay to mix it up a little!

Hugging is good.

Children owe their parents nothing. They did not ask to be born. (She was the opposite of a Jewish mother.) Of course, this attitude makes you realize you owe your parents everything.

She was a bit of a snob, but she hated the expression “white trash”. No person is trash.

You never really know a person until you’ve walked around in their shoes for awhile.

Be Kind. Be kind. Be kind.

She must have been disappointed by my mean-girl persona at times, but I think she understood that it was a jungle at my private school. I remember once I complained about the girl who sat in the assigned desk in front of me (in first grade no less), who would turn around and put her “fat arm” on my desk. My mother said, “My heart bleeds for her.” I was surprised. There was no sympathy for me who had to put up with this unappealing girl. Of course, I immediately felt ashamed of my intolerance and I still cringe at the memory. I never liked that girl though.

My mother was not perfect and she taught me a few things which I had to un-learn over the years as well. But on the whole, she was a truly wonderful mother and I miss her every day.

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What did you learn from your mother?

Here’s a lovely last-minute gift idea list from La Dolce Vita blog. Good ideas, but, no, I do not want to go see Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby with Leo.

Happy Mother’s Day and read this quote–It kind of says it all:

*”She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. But better than joy was calm. Imperturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath