ok, ok, relax, it's frozen yogurt for God sake! Although I did have two, and the second one was filled with Birthday Party ice cream. But in my defense, it was my lunch...
Anyway, I woke up this morning from the most wonderful dream. I was at my grandmothers house, and we were sitting in the breakfast nook, drinking coffee with heavy cream and eating oven broiled toast, dripping with butter. The letters from the nuns were spread across the table, as they always were. We used to giggle about how every time she sent them a little money, another letter would arrive explaining another disaster and they would be in need of more funds. A hole in the roof at the Convent, a burst pipe, those poor nuns had the worst luck. I think she knew all along that it was pretty much a hoax, after all, my grandmother was an extremely smart woman, but she sent them money anyway. She was telling me, as she often did, in her own special way to slow down. I could hear her voice loud and clear, "Alright Jeanne, if you have to go,you have to go, you're always running". I wish I would have listened a little closer while she was still alive, and stayed a little bit longer. So today, I took her being in my dream as advice, and did nothing. I stayed right where I was. And it seemed as if the weather was helping me do just that. The snow started to fall like chunks from the sky a i lay in bed, a dog on each side and a cat at my feet. I smiled with pleasure at the sight of them, snuggled in. Nonnie would have love it, if I could have gotten her up the stairs.
I spent the day stumbling around the internet, the way i used to before I worked for Apple FT, when I used to have my days to myself, every day. And as I came across something I loved i would Pin It. Do you know this site? I'm in love, love, love I tell you. I used to save things I found on line many ways, I would book mark, screen shot, make desk top folders... even print stuff out, that i would then past into a journal and jot down ideas and notes. Hello 21st century, how I adore your technology. Now, all I have to do is find it, and pin it. All my eye candy kept in tidy little pin boards, organized by snappy little titles and my own notes to boot, stored with the original website. Brilliant!! So if i have a newborn shoot (like I do on saturday) I can pull up my Pintesrest, and there are all the shots that inspire me, waiting for me. Erin can then scroll through and give me direction as she sees fit. **SIGH**
Here's just a few of the things that I found and fell in love with today
Yes, it's true, two posts in the same week! Crazy, I know! Because of a very busy week at work I got to leave today at 1p, while the sun was still out and while the temperature was still in the high 60's. This doesn't happen often, so I had to make it count. I stopped breifly to buy a new pair of spring inspired skips, them ran home to let the dogs run around the yard while I started my tomato plants . I have to admit I haven't had much luck with vegtables from seed, but I decided to try these tomatoes one more time. A new version this year, that can be hung in my TV room, which has 3 walls of windows and stays toasty warm in the spring. I also baked these muffins, AGAIN.
I had an over aboundance od bananas left over from the iPad launch that were quickly turning black. In the begining of the week I found this receipe and made a batch, and I am now obcessed with them. So not your average banana muffins, I omitted the nuts and added a cup of shredded coconut, because, why else? i'm addicted to coconut. Second time around they came out even better! This will be my one and only banana muffin/bread receipe from here on in. Make them, you'll see why. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around the yard, taking a tally of the damage left behind after the very snowy winter. I'm hoping that it won't look as bad after all the sticks and limbs from the giant Oak tree have been picked up. But I did find signs of spring all over the place.
Although today is st Patrick's Day, the only thing I'm looking for today is a little bit of Irish luck. I don't care about corned beef and cabbage, Irish soda bread (because I've eaten about 17 loaves in the last two weeks), don't care about green beer, or Aaron sweaters, or even the parade. All I want is for a little bit of the Irish luck to look this way and help out a good friend.
The disaster in Japan is devastating no matter how you look at it. But when it hits this close to home it's like someone has come running at you, full force and pushed you down, totally taking you by surprise and knocking the wind out of you.It takes a while before you recover, and realize what has happened. You all might remember back in July when I said good bye to my dear friend Andrew. He had secured a job teaching English in Japan, a position he had applied for over 3 years ago and was elated to get. A little over 8 months later he was enjoying himself and happier than I'd know him to be in years. So when my husband woke me up around 5a on Friday morning, to tell me that first an Earthquake and then a Tsunami had hit Japan, I was devastated. The Tsunami had actually hit the remote fishing village of Sendai, the exact place that Andrew had been living. He had been so happy to be so close to the ocean, had bought a surf board and had been surfing with a new friend, a Japanese pro surfer. Suddenly the big event of the day became unimportant, as I scouted Facebbook pages, Twitter updates, Google People Finder, looking for some shred of evidence that my friend was safe. By one o'clock no news had come, and it time to go to work. In a blur, eyes stinging from tears, glued to the news updates I tried to ready myself to be happy, upbeat and energetic for the big launch lines. Right before I left the house, I sent Andrews Dad an email, asking for him to let us know when he heard anything, and then left for work, in a constant text flurry with friends all over the place. News came a few hours later, via email that Andrew had been evacuated right before the Tsunami had hit. No one had spoken to him directly, but the school he works for had called his family to say he was ok. Relieved, but still worried, we tamed the lines, sold out of iPad 2's,
and reached out to other friends worried for Andrews safety. On Monday afternoon I received another email from Andrews father, saying that he had spoken with Andrew. They were living in the school, have lots of fresh water and supplies but there is still no power. Andrew had traveled to a nearby town, where someone had a generator. It was there he was able to charge his phone and call his family. According to his Dad, emotionally and mentally he sounded great.His appartment had been uneffected, if you can believe that. As we continue to watch the disaster unfold and the threat of radiation poisoning becomes more and more of a reality, I pray that he is still ok, and that he comes home to us soon. I won't be happy, or feel quite right until he's back on Long Island, micro brew in hand, and I'm able to give his a huge hug.
after getting in touch with Andrews brother,Peter, I am happy to announce that Andrew will arrive home to JFK tomorrow afternoon! He packed his car (still wondering what will become of that, he just purchased it, new, a few months ago) put his bike in the car in case he ran out of fuel, drove to Sendai where the government was sending US citizens to Tokyo and chartering flights back home! A letter to our local congressman here on LI from Andrews parents expedited the voyage. Can't wait to see him and hug the living daylights out of him...
Thanks for all your prayers and good thoughts.
let me start by saying that although I mention from time to time about places I'd like to go or things that I'd like to see, when it comes down to it, I hate leaving home. The thought of going somewhere and not knowing whats going on with my pets or what my husband is making for dinner (knowing full well that there aren't 2 ingredients in the fridge that even I could make an edible dinner out of) makes me crazy. So much so that the last time I did it, all by myself, was about 8 years ago, maybe more, when a bunch of us girls went to Block Island for my girlfriend Maggie's bachelorette party. So when my sister and my friend Lorraine suggested we take a girls weekend in Manhattan my brain jumped at the thought, but when the time actually came to leave my heart completely broke. I sat in the Jeep, packed to the gills with more stuff than I needed for an entire week, and watched my husband as he took money out of the ATM, and the emotions were suddenly uncontrollable. I knew I was being silly, but as he handed me the money, and i hugged him for dear life, I really thought about not going. I know, I'm nuts. And all this started to become evident the minute we pulled away from Lorraine's house, Jimmy Buffet playing on the radio, the hum and laughter of our casually comfortable conversation. I couldn't be happier to have the whole weekend with my two favorite girls in the world. My mind did drift a few times, wondering if Timmy was going to get home in time to feed the dogs before it got too dark out, or if he would remember to feed the cat AT ALL. But before long we were sipping our second bottle of Stagg Leap Cab, eating Frenchish food, seeing Rain and strolling through the Brooklyn Flea, and talking about things that happened almost 20 years ago as if they happened last week. I still missed my family, but I feel so blessed to have another family in my sister and Lorraine, people who I could spend forever with, and probably will. Thanks girls for forcing me out of my cocoon and bringing me into the big city. And by all means, lets do it again soon.