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Slow Saturday

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I am waking up very slowly this morning. I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep last night, so I slept in. It’s snowing again and the temps are frigid.

Am I already sick of winter? Sort of, yes. But it just may be my mood this morning. I happened to look at the weather forecast and it shows 1-3 inches of snow every day during the second week of January.

Ummm…No.

I’m hoping that changes.

I quickly took some photos of corners of the den this morning.

I will probably go along with Don when he moves into his apartment in Manhattan, helping him settle in and doing my best to make the place cozy and welcoming. I may stay for a few days. Don is confused about when he starts rehearsals, but I think it’s on January 15th. He thinks it’s the 22nd. Either way, on the 20th, the 2018 Women’s March takes place. I couldn’t march last year, but I’m sure as heck going to march this year!

Time to make that second cup of coffee for Don and me.

Happy Saturday.

A Story

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Still feeling crappy. A cold? A sinus thing? I’m not sure, but I’m coughing a lot and sleep was elusive last night. I must feel better by tomorrow as I have to go into the city for rehearsal. So I’m ordering this ‘thing’ to leave my body by tonight.

I’m going to share a little story with you. Some of you may have seen it on Facebook yesterday.

Don went to a local protest yesterday in the neighboring college town. (Obviously, I couldn’t go.) The idea behind the protest – on President’s Day – was to erect a ‘wall’ made of boxes. Everyone brought a box, and soon after the protest commenced, the wall was built. At the end of the protest, several children were going to knock down the wall.

As the band played, out of nowhere a bald eagle appeared.

As more and more people in the crowd noticed the eagle, the cheers grew louder.

That beautiful eagle – a symbol of our democracy – circled three times and then moved on.

Then they knocked the wall down.

I’ve seen bald eagles before, but not in this neck of the woods – though I’m sure they’re out there.

You can’t tell me that wasn’t a message. Don told me everyone remarked on how spiritual the experience was.

The bald eagle has spoken. Time to take back our country.

Happy Tuesday.

Potpourri on Saturday

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Just because:

You haven’t seen Monty in a long time. He patiently sits on the blue bench, watching, observing, and dare I say, protecting us. We’ve had Monty since shortly after we moved east. We found him in a little shop near the Hudson River.

I love that face.

Can you spot the bluebird in this picture? He’s there.

The mail came yesterday and with it, not one, but two pink hats! One for me and one for Don.

Not especially enamored of large pictures of myself on the blog. But I wanted to share this with you, indeed, I promised  to share it with you. Meredith is the best! I have to say, this is the most comfortable winter hat I’ve ever worn! And that’s saying something.

In fact, I put it on yesterday afternoon (to take this picture) and didn’t take it off until almost bedtime. I love it. I have it on again as I write this because it’s very, very cold out there and the house is freezing! It’s taking forever to warm up. We’re in the middle of a cold snap.

I would have worn pink lipstick, but I don’t have any. Mom would be happy. Happy that I’m wearing the hat with all that it represents, and happy that I’m in pink, as she called me her Pink Bunny when I was a little girl. Pink for you, Mom. Miss you.

The view out our window yesterday evening.

I’m absolutely reveling in the joy of reading A Gentleman in Moscow. Such beautiful, evocative prose! Between this and All the Light We Cannot See, the reading gods have blessed me of late.

We watched The Birds  last night on TCM. I simply love Alfred Hitchcock movies. We both agreed that this was a movie that could have been a tacky mess if the special effects/birds hadn’t looked real. But it isn’t. It’s amazingly powerful, even after seeing it many times.

I’m going to try to get through this weekend in a peaceful manner. That means I’m avoiding, as well as I can, unsettling news. Two day without undue stress isn’t too much to ask is it?

See if you can give yourself that gift as well.

Happy Saturday.

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