It's not often that you get to enjoy a lunch break with friends where I work. Lunch is usually eaten huddled at a folding table in between boxes of ipod cases and computers. But this past Thursday I was lucky enough to be scheduled for break the exact same time as my friends Tobes and Rob. We took advantage of this special occasion and decided to walk over to Jani where I don't know what we did more of, eating or laughing. They made fun of the Beestudio (as always) and we were brought to tears by a typical Long Island north shore grandmother and her young granddaughter who were the only other diners in the restaurant. "Sit acrost from me so I can see your Bee-you-tee-full face", and again with, "How'd ya get so goor-jus"? "Hellow, can we git more soy sauce"? Oh that Long Island accent, nothing could be more distinct or obnoxious!! Walking through the parking lot we came across this interesting sight
We went back to work with full bellies and something to keep us laughing all afternoon!!
the ice cream man drove by 6 times today, not about 6 times, exactly 6 times,I know this because I lay here listening to the sounds of my neighborhood. I came home from work last night feeling, well, how should I put this?? Under the weather? No, the weather was actually wonderful, I would have loved to have been under it, say on a beach, salty air in my hair. No, unwell? Yes, I guess that's it, unwell. A term sometimes used by my grandmother to explain the pains of being a woman. But it wasn't that, it was something else. Let's just say I spent a lot of time in the bathroom, examining the floor, the rug, the cat, my toes (very badly in need of a pedicure) and everything else, many times. Exhausted and with a head ready to explode I went to bed early, but before I did I called my boss and let him know that I probably wouldn't be making it in to work tomorrow, without going into too much detail (you know how squeamish men can be). And good thing I had the insight to know better. This morning the head was still thumping, the stomach churning and as I tried to sleep it became all to clear that that just wasn't going to be an option. First they emptied the dumpsters down the block,a sound that vibrated the whole house, then my own garbage men came, laughing, shouting, chatting to each other in Spanish and banging cans. Just as I rolled over to feel the cool pillowcase on my husbands side of the bed, sighing with relief and enjoying how good it felt on my hot face it started, first from the left, then across the street, then to the right, it was the landscaping orchestra. I got up, shut the windows and turned on the AC, HIGH. I woke up about Noon, feeling refreshed,(sort of) and hungry (which scared me). As I made my way downstairs and let the dog out I was surprised at how quiet and serene it had become, the sun was shining and the sky was crystal blue. I made some toast and as it was cooking I remembered way back to when I was about 6 or 7, and for some odd reason I had come home sick from school, but my Mom must have had something to do, because I was with my Aunt Mary and Nonnie, really feeling "green", and I remember Nonnie going into the frig and taking out a lableless medicine bottle, pouring the brown syrup on the big soup spoon grandpa Vinny used for his Minestrone and putting it in my mouth. It was like she had a magic potion, all of a sudden I felt better, not so nauseous and it tasted good too. Ah, good memories of being sick, I'm sure Aunt Mary stopped washing the floor the minute I got home and immediately began making soup, but all I remember is the syrup, that and the fact that Nonnie let me lay on the couch, something we NEVER did at her house, that was off limits,there was no plastic,it was just off limits. And of course my Father carrying me across the yard to our house, my head on his shoulder, his coat wrapped around my body, safe and warm. As I went to the pantry and searched for the lone bottle of Coke left over from Tim's 40th Birthday party, I wanted to cry, "Daddy, come and hold me"!!! I don't know what's in that Coke, but by 3 I was feeling a lot better, I took my new sewing projectout to the back yard and plopped myself in a chair, in the last patch of sun of the afternoon. I was quickly reminded of the Still group and snapped up a few shots before heading back in the house.Tomorrow is my day off, so I will have plenty of time to recoup before going back to work on Thursday. I guess it was a sleepy day for all, I found Mac on the kitchen table (again) sleeping in the sun, in the most adorable position. Good night all, I think I'll hit the sheets...
About 2 years ago we were out East pumpkin picking around October and we visited the local lavender shop that supplies the east end with French Lavender from Provence as well as other interseting imports. It is there that we met Fleur (or as the girls like to call her, Flow) the Golden Retriever and her mother (who's name escapes me). Back then Fleur was pregnant ready to give birth in a matter of months and we dreamed and talked about coming back in June and adopting one of her babies. This dog is the sweetest thing you've ever seen, pushing herself up against the kennel, nose in the air, begging to be scratched. We would talk about the dogs from time to time and wonder how the puppies were doing. I'm pretty sure Abi was convinced that one of them was actually going home with us next time we saw them. We returned the following spring, only to find Fleur and her Mama, sleepily laying around the kennel, not a puppy in sight. Further investigation left us with really sad news. Fluer had gotten an infection, that got worse, she lost all the puppies and had to have a hysterectomy. The owner was heartbroken, as were we. But every time we are out there it is a destination we do not miss. So while I browsed the glasses above, $6 each, and my sister and Nonnie chatted it up with (as Nonnie likes to call him) the Frenchman, the girls shoved their arms as far into the kennel as they could, with the dogs inching as close as they could for the scratches on the head.
Well folks, this will be my third attempt to post about my glorious day yesterday. For some strange reason Typepad doesn't want me to tell you about it, so I will attempt to do it in 3 parts, here goes.
it has become some what of a traditions with us girls, the third week of June has become strawberry picking week. We pick a day, let Abi play hooky from school (which really hasn't posed much of a problem so far considering that fact that she is in kindergarten), we pack up the car and head out to the East end of Long Island. This year we were joined by my 96 year old Grandmother, better know as Nonnie. We found the fields jammed packed with berries. We maneuvered our way through the low laying bushes, scooping up berry after berry, until our baskets were full, our bellies were fuller and our feet , faces and fingers were stained red. as we paid for the berries, along with some strawberry jam, sugar snap peas, and some other farm stand goodies, the girls had a little pick me up of clover honey sticksFrom there it was on to visit some old friends on Love Lane.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I've read random complaints about what's been happening to people since Typepad "updated" their site, but I hadn't really run into any problems myself, so I never really gave it much thought. Until today. I'm one of those people who sometimes has about 15 minutes to post a short little blurb about the day, upload a photo, and publish it before I need to run out to work, and in the past that has always been plenty of time. I sometimes even have enough time left over to jazz up said photo in Picnik. Oh boy, not today, I don't know what happened, but I wrote a witty as hell little thing about the cat and then went on for days about the Photo Challenge and then hit publish, the same way I've been doing it for over a year, only to get nothing, for about 10 minutes. I freaked out, re entered the two photos that didn't show up anywhere the first time, and hit publish again...nothing but a white blank screen. I hit publish once again and rushed out the door, thinking it would correct itself in the background. I check it on my phone on my way to work, nothing, the site would not load. I checked it again as soon as I got to work, nothing again. I finally just went back in and deleted the post, trying to recall everything so I could rewrite it when I got time for lunch. But s the day went on I got more and more aggravated, why on earth did they try and fix something that wasn't broken?? And now they have written an iphone application that will enable you to blog from your iphone, where ever you are, which at first I was totally psyched about, now I'm frightened to death to even attempt to use it!! So here I am at lunch, trying my best to figure out what exactly happened, and trying to post again, who knows, this may never even get published, but I just wanted everyone else struggling to get used to the "new and improved Typepad"to know you are not alone!!! We should start a I hate Typepad fan club, anyone else in????OK, now, what I really needed to tell you all about was that I pre-ordered my Year of Mornings book, and I'm giddy with anticipation, I can't wait to have those beautiful photos to ponder any time I want. Remember the site 3191, they have made their popular blog into a book, for all the world to see. OK, I have only 15 minutes left to my dinner break, so I'm going to try this posting thing again. Keep in mind that the photos that I posted today are only trial photos to see if they will post. Hopefully I'll talk to you tomorrow, if not I'll send you all my Blogger site.
Although yesterday was Father's day, my day was not spent with my dad. I know he understands, he probably spent the day with grandkids or at the beach, his favorite things. I know he knows how much I love him and treasure him as a Dad, and as a role model. Happy Father's day Daddy!! My day was spent with friend whome we don't see nearly enough. Maria and Gabe live further away from us than I'd like, and it's something I don't think about often, but it always bothers me a little bit when we have to say good bye.. Maria and I have been friends for a long time, too long to count on fingers and toes, she used to live around the block from me and we worked together for give or take10 years, she was a brides maid in my wedding, and I love her to pieces, Gabe is her boyfriend, and a really great, caring guy. So when Gabe offered to change the shocks on my car we jumped at the chance to spend some time with them and save some moola on the mechanics fee. So while Gabe spent hours (don't ask, seized nuts, rusted on something...) the front of my car, we spent the day in the yard, the dogs wrestling and us catching up. Oh yes, and eating the dinner that Gabe had spent hours on, and didn't even get to try it.We drove home with full bellies, sweet memories of good friend and a smooth glide home, like a Cadillac with my new shocks. We made plans that will probably never happen, and sad to say the next time we see eachother we will be wearing sweaters and speaking of Octoberfest. But who care, the intentions are good and these friends are forever. Oh yea, this little guy flew into Timmys face while we were BBQing, I got a quick shot before we let him go.
which makes it ok in my book. We had a lovely night, just me and the Mr. at the usual Friday night stomping grounds, The Blue Point Brewery, this week they were celebrating with live music from Tom Bianchi and friends, who surprised us with their BNL sound (Brig, you would have LOVED him). Then we did have some actual food, but I had had too much beer to remember to take any more pictures(which wouldn't have been any good anyway, it was just the kind of cheap trail park food you want after some cool beer). So now my photos for the photo challenge are of breakfast and beer...sorry, hope that doesn't give the wrong impression. Have a great weekend, once again I'm off to work.