Posted in Sunday Report

Just the usual…

I wrote some really preachy stuff and somehow lost the best part and decided it was a sign from Beyond that I should not preach. Lucky you, huh? Well, I do hope you’re all doing well after a rocky week in America. My On-This-Day photos were kind of sad: January 20, 2017…

The group that assembled that day wasn’t large, but it was hopeful.

My sign said “We are All One”…. I stand by that.


Here at Sonnystone, I’ve been a little under-the-weather. Seems like January and February bring out the worst in my health, so I’m sure we’ll have a nice go-round with our healthcare system and be ok by Spring… Hope.

To keep myself entertained, I’ve been propagating the my coleus, which had been first propagated last October. I got a pretty good stand of dill from my countertop hydroponic garden, and the chive is almost ready to come out of there; the lonely cilantro needs just a little longer, too.


I’m verry late to the game, but I am listening to a 90s jam-band, Widespread Panic. Their song, “Ain’t Life Grand?” became my theme song about four years ago and since I got down the old stereo, I bought their best CD “Panic in the Streets” and have been listening to it and their CD “Another Joyous Occasion” on a loop. Their keyboardist, John “JoJo” Hermann, is as good as Bill Payne and Roy Bittan, who are the best. Music doth soothe the troubled soul. It can also make you dance…

Just one quick preach…this excerpt from “Desiderata”

Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at Peace…

Have a good week, fellow Children of the Universe…

Posted in Sunday Report

Birthdays

Last week was uneventful here at Sonnystone Acres, spent watching the snow melt… Casey tried to outsmart Twitch, the flying squirrel, and the jury is still out on who won the skirmish.

Upcoming this week: Eliza Belle Mayne Jose’ will turn 14 on the 21st and Emma Magnolia Mayne Jose’ will be 19 on the 24th. Eliza is in the 8th grade at Avenues and continues her Irish Dance instruction at Doherty-Petri. Emma is starting her second semester at Colgate University and she, too, has continued her Irish dancing. Both girls are consistently at the top of their competitions and are World qualifiers. More than just dancers, they are good students and decent people, and I’m so proud of them.

In their honor, here’s a recycle of last year’s tribute.

The Wheel of the Year

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The wheel is turning and we can’t slow down… My New York Irish Dancer grand-daughters both had birthdays last week. Eliza, my #3 grandie, turned 13 on the 21st; Emma, my #1 grandie, turned 18 on the 24th. I am a little dizzy thinking about how the time has flown. They are gems in my crown and their futures look so bright that I gotta wear shades…

My #1 and #3 grandies,

Eliza and Emma, 2024

Emma Magnolia Mayne Jose: 


Eliza Belle Mayne Jose: 


Three more days of cold and we’ll moderate into “normal” winter temperatures around 40–it will feel tropical! Hope it’s thawing in your neck of the woods.

Peace

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What day is it?

Well, hasn’t this been a real wing-dinger of a week? We ended up with an inch or so of ice followed by five inches of snow from Sunday to Monday, then picked up another four inches of snow on Friday to Saturday.

I got caught low on groceries and had to venture out to the store between storms, where I was accosted by a lady for stepping in front of her at the milk shelves… She berated me so hard that I put back half my groceries just to get through the express lane and away from her, so my cooking has not been the gourmet extravaganza I had planned. Chili is just fine and cozy for snow days anyway.

That ice storm was brutal to our trees, and a medium-size limb became a spear as it fell on our garage roof, leaving a small hole that Casey temporarily patched up between storms.


Since the whole town is littered with downed limbs and trees, and so many folks have been without power that there were emergency shelters set up by the Red Cross, I’m grateful we’ve been warm all week. The schools were all closed, so many a Mom is on edge and my heart goes out to them. Today we’re supposed to get above freezing, so I expect the stores will be full and I’m sending strength to the hospitality and retail workers.

Casey’s in his element in this weather and has manned the snowblower like a champ, keeping our driveway passable and the birdfeeders full and out of the ice. He added a third sunflower seed feeder and got out walnuts for the squirrels to fight over. There are at least three dozen birds at the buffet constantly, sunrise to sunset, on the ground, in the magnolia tree, at the water bowl, just trying to stay alive.


While the days have been bright and beautiful and the birds and squirrels have kept us busy and entertained, today is the first day we’ve actually seen Ol’ Sol breaking through the clouds and it’s a great way to start the day!



I am planning a whole week of Getting Out of the House! Hope I see you there!

Peaee

Posted in Sunday Report

Snowbound

Gazing out of my windows, I watch the birds fighting for a spot at the feeders and queuing up for a drink at the water bowl. The black birds want to hog the food, so we occasionally bang on the windows and clear them out, giving the smaller birds an brief opening to get into the troughs. Tough to get pictures from inside…

Intermittently, the snow will change over to ice or sleet, then revert back to innocent, puffy flakes. It’s all very pretty, a blank slate, ready for a new Dopamine Menu.

After a week of inner whining, this fresh view is just what I needed to regain my peace. We’ve put away the Christmas decorations, and I’ve taken this opportunity to move furniture, rearrange shelves, and re-think where it all goes- or should it be displayed at all? This has extended to our upstairs, where I’ve stashed the heirlooms that my brother recently brought over, and there’s a good deal of work that needs to be done. It probably seems odd to put this task on my Menu for January, but once I get started, I really enjoy organizing and the added nostalgia will trigger heap big emotion.

January Dopamine Menu


  • Try two new recipes
  • Learn Handel’s Water Suite
  • Organize heirlooms and photos
  • Read four books, one from each of these genres: biography, mystery, science fiction, and historical fiction.
  • Lunch with friends x2
  • Willard Library, Zoo, Museum
  • Creative Writing Class (starts January 7) (more on that next week)

While we were in NYC, we watched all the current episodes of “Shrinking” and I loved it. I’m looking for something that will grab me like that series did. We don’t have any paid channels, but free stuff like Pluto gives us access to a lot of old shows that we can watch in order — Casey’s working his way through Gunsmoke– but I can’t decide what I’ll stick with. Any suggestions?

Jojo’s Academy of Music will resume classes next week! Samantha and I were at the Mall yesterday, where she got me all caught up with her Christmas fun and we tried on hats…



Since Casey retired, I don’t mind our winters so much, but ask me again in about 6 weeks. I doubt I’ll be calling this snow “pretty” next week, but today it’s gorgeous and the fire is warm.

Hope it’s cozy in your neck of the woods!

Peace

Posted in New Year Day Special Edition

First Post

What a Wonderful Christmas we had in NYC!!


It feels to me like we missed New Year’s Eve. We got back from NYC on the 29th, and my cousin arrived on the 30th and spent the night here so we could take her to the airport (about 5 minutes away) on the 31st. I thought she was leaving yesterday morning, but her flight was actually in the evening, and was then delayed, finally leaving around 9pm. By that time, I was so physically and mentally exhausted that I just crashed as soon as we saw her off. I didn’t get my mind on preparing for this New Year, so today I’m going to make some lists as I put away Christmas decorations.

For now, I leave you with my old stand-by to welcome this turn of the page.

New Years
by Dana Gioia

Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday.

On other days we misinterpret time,
Pretending that we live the present moment.
But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,
This tiny fissure where the future drips

Into the past, this flyspeck we call now
Be our true habitat? The present is
The leaky palm of water that we skim
From the swift, silent river slipping by.

The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.


……May our footprints in 2025 be gentle…

Peace