Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Laughter

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It’s a foggy and unseasonably warm Friday morning.

Victory for me – after spending two days chopping up ice, it has disappeared. Thank you warmer temperatures and thank you to our ice chopper, which we bought several years ago. I don’t recall having to use it at all last winter, but this winter with its abrupt freezes and thaws has required its services. Often.

Today is Don’s first preview. And today is the day the Original Broadway Cast Album is released. I have an actual CD on the way, but I’m going to download it today so I can hear it now. I’m too impatient to wait.

My now several-years-old geranium, which I overwinter. Almost all of the leaves are new.

Too little sleep over a period of a week and the horrific news from Florida made for a very depressed and edgy me yesterday. Thankfully, I had dinner with Rick, Doug and Doug’s daughter, Alecia, last night and laughed my head off. At one point, I was clutching my stomach with tears rolling down my face, quite a sight for my fellow diners. Laughter is  the best medicine.

My mood was much improved when I got home.

I’m thinking of heading into NYC on Sunday for a few days. I’d leave on Saturday, but it’s supposed to snow on Saturday night and I want to be here in case I need to shovel. Even if it snows, it’s going to be in the forties the next day, so it will melt fairly quickly.

Such a strange winter with bitter, bitter cold in December, lots of snow, and unseasonably warm temperatures more often than not.

Happy Friday.

Action, Not Words

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I’m throwing a picture in this post for you. It has nothing to do with the post.

I can’t write anything today other than my despair and rage that a frigging gun lobby has bought and paid for politicians. It’s the equivalent of hush money. “As long as you don’t let any legislation through, we’ll keep funding your campaigns.”

So once again we get ‘thoughts and prayers’ statements, as well as ‘this isn’t the time.’

It’s time. It’s been time.

When money and power trumps the rights of our children to go to school and feel safe, a moral line has been crossed and those who have crossed it are complicit.

We have elections coming up. Vote them out. If they won’t take action, if the lives of innocent Americans don’t matter to them, we need to take action in the voting booth. And do me a favor: do a search for who has taken money from the NRA, and how much. It’s shocking.

It’s blood money.

Cut the NRA off at its knees by voting in candidates who do not take money from them. They’ve become a domestic terrorist organization, far from what they used to be. That is exactly the reason my father left after years of membership. He saw what Wayne LaPierre was doing and wanted no part in it.

The NRA and gun manufacturers profit from violence. That profit is more important to them than human lives.

Enough.

 

 

 

Sunsets and Hearts

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Last night’s sunset.

And then as it got more intense:

It was spectacular.

I was at the grocery store yesterday and as I wandered over to the potatoes (my favorite food) this was staring up at me:

A heart-shaped potato.

It came home with me. Don’t say I didn’t wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Don discovered this little rock a few years back. He promptly gave it to me.

I keep it on the table by my blogging chair.

This photo gives you a sense of all the beautiful markings on the French bistro table in the living room. I should take more closeups of the table – the texture is wonderful.

And this arrived in the mail yesterday. It’s from a certain little guy we know:

It’s on the refrigerator, of course. I spoke with him last night and thanked him for the valentine. He was more concerned with the question, “Why is it so cold in New York?”

After several attempts to explain it, I landed on “Because we’re closer to the North Pole” and that did it. I love that boy.

The battle with the ice continues. I’ve never seen a winter like this one – so many extremes in temperature make for freezing, then melting, then freezing again. Add to that a downhill slope on the parking area and we’re left with a giant slab of ice. I’m over it. It’s going to get quite warm for the next 3 days, so maybe I can get rid of it for once and for all. Crossing my fingers.

Shaun White. That’s all I can say. What an exciting competition! Redemption (at least in his eyes) makes for the best kind of story. Seeing him drop to his knees and cry was truly moving. Bravo!

Don and I have been apart on Valentine’s Day more often than not. It just seems to be that way. Same thing last year. But he’s my Valentine every day of the year.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you, dear readers.

And Happy Wednesday.

 

 

 

 

 

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