A Day In The Life

People, Places, Nature, LIFE!

12/14/2014
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Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Walking in a Winter Wonderland

The first snowfall of the winter is always so pretty. It glistens, it is white. Watching it fall while safe inside the warmth of one’s home you can almost forget the reality of it. Last winter the area I live in saw record breaking snowfall amounts. It snowed, then it snowed again, and then again. It stayed piled up until almost April. I began to think I would never see my lawn again. Thankfully Spring did arrive, and the green emerged. I am sure many will romanticize the snow in their photos- picture perfect scenes of snow covered fields, roads, and rooftops. With last winter still very clear in my mind I choose only to show the reality of it. Shoveling, digging out, and more shoveling. Keeping the bird feeders full for birds that had no chance to find food elsewhere.

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12/12/2014
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Who Do They Think I Am?

ageI went shopping this morning in TARGET. I love going there as I am able to get everything under one roof. Milk, coffee, lettuce, cold medicine, cards, toilet paper. I also got a $5.00 gift card for buying three boxes of Keurig K cups, which are always good to have in the pantry.

I have read that the coupons that are spit out after checking out at the register are often based on items you purchase, they may be a competing brand to something you just bought, or a similar item. I know that these days none of our information is private, every store most likely knows my age, where I live, what I like to shop for. They have gathered this information from Facebook, Google, Instagram and who knows where else, I prefer not to think about it too much.

I went to put my receipt away and took a look at the two coupons that were attached to it.

$1.50 off on a purchase of Metamucil.

$1.50 off on Always Discreet for bladder leaks.

I would love to know what information they have been collecting to figure these would be items I would need coupons for. How old do they think I am? Apparently not as young as I think I am!!!

12/11/2014
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A Photo a Week Challenge: Profile

This challenge proved challenging for me as I don’t usually take photos that are candid, in profile. Over the years I have gotten in the habit of asking people to face the camera at family gatherings or events. I want to be able to see them face on. There is beauty in a photograph where the person is not posing, there can be more “depth” in terms of catching what they are thinking, in a pensive pose, or in joy when they are not aware a camera lens is focused on them. In the future I need to think more about capturing those moments. The photos I was able to find for the profile challenge are of my husband.
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12/09/2014
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Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Pets

The past two years are the first time in a long time that I am living without the company of animals. Growing up our family had a German Shepherd named Heidi.

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After the Heidi years came to an end the family moved on to cats. My sister had a black and white cat named Silky. I adopted a beautiful orange tabby kitten and named her Jaffa like the oranges that come from Israel. She met an unfortunate end when struck by a car, and I swore never to let any future cats go outside.

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I brought a tiny gray and white kitten home and named her Yofie, which in Hebrew means beautiful. She lived a long life, moving with me from my childhood home into the apartment I lived in as an adult, and then back to live with my mother when I married, as my husband was allergic to cats. She died when she was 20. Shotzie joined Yofie during my apartment years- he was found by my father, a kitten standing atop the trash in a dumpster looking for something to eat. He was a real character from the get go.

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My mother had a wonderful orange tabby named Monty who we all swore was part human. He would “talk” meowing in a way that seemed to be an attempt at communication.He was amazingly affectionate and bright.

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Isaac was a stray that appeared on our doorstep one day but wouldn’t come in the house. We always left food out for him until after about a year he stopped coming.

The first five years of my marriage we had no pets. My husband had always wanted a dog from the time he was a child, so we he began looking into it. Someone told us about a stray Cocker Spaniel who had been left tied to a fence in a snowstorm, were we interested. We went to meet him, and it was love at first sight. He became our Sammy and two years later Max, another rescue Cocker Spaniel joined us.

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We learn so much from having animals in our lives. They teach us what it is to have unconditional love, to always be there with a listening ear, the comfort of being there without words. They make us better people.

Sunday Stills the next Challenge: Pets

12/08/2014
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For The Birds

A post with words that have but one beat?

To do this prompt is no small feat.

I find it hard to find the words so I will stay at home and watch the birds.

Daily Prompt: write a post about the topic of your choice — using only one-syllable words.

12/08/2014
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Found Friends

Daily Prompt:What’s the most important (or interesting, or unexpected) thing about blogging you know today that you didn’t know a month ago?

When I started blogging a year ago, I had no preconceived notions about it other than blogging offered me a place where I could write down how I felt about something I was thinking about, and share it. I wondered who would really be interested in reading what I had to say, but to my mind it was just a place to vent, to “work something out” that had been going on in my head. I hadn’t really thought about the people out there who would read it. Then somehow people began to follow me. They commented on what I had written. Wow, they seemed to be as interested in certain topics as I was. More amazing was that they were from all over the World. I began to get to know my fellow bloggers through their posts, through the photos they shared.

One of my blogging friends who lives across the world from me recently had some health problems. I found myself eagerly checking her blog everyday in case I had missed an update on her condition. I found myself thinking about her during the day, keeping her in my thoughts, silently hoping all would be well and her life and her family would soon return to normal. It occurred to me at one point that even though I have never met this person, and have known her only through blogging for a year, I felt an emotional attachment, real concern. It surprised me. Through blogging I had connected with someone and gotten to know them well enough so that now this person was not just words seen on a computer screen, but had come to life outside the screen. Had become a friend. An unexpected and welcome surprise.easy

12/07/2014
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Weekly Photo Challenge-Gone, But Not Forgotten

It is just two years ago this week that we said good bye to our beloved Max at age 17. Sammy left us in March 2010 at age 19. They both were rescues. Still in our hearts, still remembering their antics, the love they gave, the predicaments they got into. It is sometimes hard to fathom what an imprint they make on our lives, how deep the love for an animal can run. People who have never had that bond don’t understand, cannot understand it. When Sammy died I was touched by the phone call I received from my brother in law. Though he is not a tremendous fan of dogs, and never had one, he called to say how sorry he was, that he knew how much Sammy had meant to us, and what a loss it was for us. I have always remembered that call, and his sensitivity to understanding that although it may have been a foreign emotion to him, he understood the depth of it for us.

Gone but never forgotten…..

12/05/2014
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Right Where I Am Is Where I Want To Be

Daily Prompt: “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” goes the famous song about New York City. Is there a place — a city, a school, a company — about which you think (or thought) the same? Tell us why, and if you ever tried to prove that claim.

Make it anywhere? I’m not sure I understand what that means. Have I made it? I live in the same town I grew up in, been here since I am six years old- that’s over 50 years, never left, moved from my parent’s home to an apartment a few blocks away, to the house I have been living in with my husband for over 20 years. I worked in New York City for close to 30 years, worked three miles away from home for a time, and now work about 5 miles from home. I have loved the different jobs I have held, I have grown from them, made new friends, learned about myself and others from those experiences. So I guess I have made it in my own world right here where I have always been.

If I could make it anywhere else I don’t know, and really never thought about it. Happy right where I am.

12/05/2014
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One Word Photo Challenge: Pine

This Pine Tree stood between my house and my neighbor’s house. It was, as you can see, ENORMOUS. Probably very old based on its height. During storms I was always nervous that it might come crashing down as other smaller trees on the block had, but it held its ground. Last year when new neighbors moved in the first thing they did was cut the tree down. I was glad I was not home when they did it. As much as I feared the tree falling, and knew it was really too close between the two houses, it pained me to see it gone. I am still not used to the blank space that now exists there, and constantly reminds me of the beauty of that pine.

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One Word Photo Challenge-Jennifer Nichole Wells

12/05/2014
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Real Men Do Eat Quiche

German couple Emanuele Zaubert and Walter Ledermuller have an amazing harmonizing French bulldog named Junior. The Cologne duo have posted a series of videos featuring Junior two of which I came across on Facebook this morning. After watching the videos I read some of the comments. One woman commented “There is nothing sexier than a man who loves his dog.” Her comment made me stop and think about why what she said seemed to be true to my mind too.

Women and men have traits that are labeIed as masculine and feminine. Showing emotion openly seems to be considered a feminine trait, while remaining stoic and keeping emotions in check is more masculine. These are old stereotypes but I believe they continue to be very much alive. It is still not the “norm” for men to display their sensitivity more openly, show that they are vulnerable. In 1982 the book Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche was published and became A NY Times best seller. As quoted from Wikipedia, the book  describes men as “one who eschews (or merely lacks) the traditional masculine virtue of tough self-assurance.” The book’s humor derives from the fears and confusion of contemporary 1980s middle-class men about how they ought to behave, after a decade of various forms of feminist critique on traditional male roles and beliefs. It opened the discussion about it being okay for men to show their more vulnerable side. Society has changed greatly over the years, stereotypes dropping away, the lines blurred between what was once considered masculine and feminine. For many, including myself, I am still sometimes trapped in perceiving things should be a certain way, and am pleasantly surprised as when I saw Walter Ledermuller singing with Junior and kissing him, melting my heart and thinking that real men do eat quiche.

12/03/2014
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Tuesday’s A to Z challenge: “V”

My husband learned to play the piano as an adult. He continues to take lessons once a week, and practices daily. His teacher is thrilled to have a student who actually practices. A few weeks ago he mentioned he would like to learn to play the violin. He did some research, found a teacher, and last week came home with a violin and a day and time to begin lessons. My evenings now are divided between hearing the songs he practices on the piano, and the strains of the violin.014 007

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12/03/2014
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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Abandoned Buildings or Barns

A few years ago I spent two days in Neversink, New York which is located in the Catskill region of New York State. There are farms and barns scattered throughout the area, and many of the barns had Barn Quilts affixed to them. They are made of wood and painted with a design. There are so many you can actually get a map with a route for a self guided tour and drive around to see them all. Here is more information about them. Barn Quilts Neversink NY

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This is the garage that stands on what was the property my Grandfather owned in Southampton, New York. The original house is gone, a tremendous McMansion built. Last year I was in the area and took a drive by. I was shocked to see the original garage still standing, along with the buoys and life saver that had always been there.053 (2)

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Abandoned Buildings or Barns

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12/02/2014
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Turn Around & Walk Away-or Stick Up For Yourself?

My nieces both aged thirteen came to visit this past weekend. In actuality they are my great nieces, the daughters of two of my nieces, cousins to each other. Their visiting and staying over has become something of a “tradition” over the years beginning when they were eight years old. They are both the youngest in their families and love having undivided attention and being spoiled by their Aunt for two days. We always have a good time, shopping, talking, eating out and playing games. Apples to Apples was the winner this time, we played for hours and did a lot of laughing.

In the course of our chatting they shared an incident that occurred when they were seven, when a group of older girls (aged 10-11) “bullied” them. They had been playing on the swings in a park and the older girls started making fun of them and taunting them. One niece mentioned how she stood up to them, answering them back, that her parents taught her you have to stick up for yourself, never let anyone take advantage of you. My other niece responded that her mother had always told her to walk away. She said she was taught the best course of action was not to answer back, just walk away and ignore the people that acted that way, they weren’t worth it.

I was struck by the contrast in the two approaches, and it made me think twice. I was not surprised their parents’ approach to a situation like this was different. Their mother’s are sisters but have always had different personalities, and their husbands are very different from each other too. What struck me is which approach was the “correct” one to take? By not “sticking up for yourself” it is conceivable one could become a constant victim, allowing others to take advantage, knowing you are an easy target. On the other hand, being confrontational can get a person in trouble, can lead to further aggression. I could hear the distant voice of my own parents inside my head saying to walk away, not to confront. But I am not sure where that led me through my formative years. As a result of being non confrontational I believe there were instances where I did not stand up for myself when I should have. Where I allowed the girls in school who were more “savvy” and manipulative to be just that, as I kept quiet and went along with it. It wasn’t until I was in my 30’s that I believe I came to hear my own inner voice saying I needed to learn to say no to those ready to take advantage of my “good nature.”

The incident on the swings can present itself in other forms, in more subtle forms. Is my niece who is walking away setting herself up for never really facing the difficulties that she may be confronted with? Will she never think it worth it to engage in conversation when people have differing opinions from her own, feeling they have nothing to say because she doesn’t agree with them?  On the other hand does “sticking up for oneself” lead to constant arguing and intolerance for what other people say and think, does it make one wary of others, ready to fight it out?

The years will show how these two young girls grow and navigate their way through life, how they handle relationships and develop. I hope to be there right along with them as they do.

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12/02/2014
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Michelle’s Weekly Pet Challenge

I came across this photo today, taken in 1998 of our Cocker Spaniel Sammy and my husband. The flash hadn’t gone off so it came out grainy and dark, but I always loved it because I caught Sammy just at the moment when he kissed my husband. I tried to lighten it up using picmonkey and was somewhat successful as now I can see them both. We miss those kisses.

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12/01/2014
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It’s Been A Year!

I received a notification from WordPress that it is my one year anniversary since I started blogging! What a wonderful world blogging has opened up for me. When I first started I thought blogging would just be a place I could write down things I was thinking about, things that were important to me. I never expected to find so many new friends, learn so much and share so much with people from all over the world. It still amazes me to think of the connections I have made with so many people whom I have never met, but have come to know so well through their photographs and their sharing their lives with me through blogging. Thank you all for enriching my life, for making me look forward everyday to sitting down to read what you have shared.thankyou1year

11/28/2014
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Thankful Everyday

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Made by a child in kindergarten in the school where I work

This year Thanksgiving was a quiet day at home for me and my husband. Well, not exactly quiet as I had the pleasure of listening to him practice the piano and the violin throughout the day. But it was just the two of us. The “traditional” family gatherings have long since passed, the Thanksgivings I remember as a child, with cousins and Aunts and Uncles in attendance. After  my parents divorced, as did my aunt and uncle, things changed. Each year was different, sometimes just immediate family, sometimes with friends. Then my mother and sister moved a plane ride away, cousins married and had obligations to in laws. The family gatherings ceased to exist. Not having a traditional Thanksgiving became my norm.

Traditions mean different things to everyone. Knowing you will join together with family on a special day every year lends a consistency to life, brings a feeling of security and routine comfort knowing that though time passes, we are still connected through these traditions. If specific dates do not bring me together with family or friends, it is important for me to keep the connections with those I love on days throughout the year. To remember to be thankful for the good in my life everyday, not just on specific days. It’s not the turkey and cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie that make one thankful, it is remembering and acknowledging the blessings in our lives, the family, the friends, and remembering that  everyday, not just on the last Thursday of November.

11/27/2014
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Food and Friends

Daily Prompt: What’s the most elaborate, complicated meal you’ve ever cooked? Was it a triumph for the ages, or a colossal fiasco? Give us the behind-the-scenes story (pictures are welcome, of course).

It is a custom in the Jewish religion to make a “party” each night for seven nights after a couple gets married. A few years ago close friends of mine married off their son and I volunteered to make one of these parties. It was not the first time I had undertaken doing so, but it was the first time I decided to go it alone without the help of others. I found it easier to be in control of what to make, how to make it and how to set up the tables. In the past when I collaborated with two or three other women it seemed to take forever to decide on a menu, who would cook what, and one time one of the women actually forgot to make something she was supposed to.

I planned a three course meal, starting with cold poached salmon. Of course I had to serve it with dill dressing on the side, and decided to make individual servings for each plate. I cut a cucumber into thick slices, hollowed each out and put the dill dressing inside. To say this was time consuming is an understatement. But it was worth the effort. I served a shredded red cabbage and carrot salad with craisins and cole slaw with this course too.

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The meal consisted of two types of chicken, ratatouille, individual mini spinach pies, acorn squash stuffed with sweet potato and pecans, two tossed salads, one sweet with strawberries and mangoes, the other with avocado and tomatoes.

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At the end of the evening, after all the guests had left I was exhausted, but in a good way. It felt great to have brought together so many friends under my roof, and to have provided a meal. I also felt a real sense of accomplishment at managing to pull off cooking for 28 people by myself. Food and friends- what a great combination!

11/26/2014
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Two Cents Tuesday Challenge: Chores

Across the Bored asks: “What do you think is a chore?” – milking cows or shucking corn, stuck in traffic tooting your horn, laundry, yard work, going to school, sorting, saving, lists of rules – We would love to see your vision…

Chore- a routine task, often unpleasant but necessary task, especially a household one, so says the dictionary. Growing up my siblings and I had chores, for which we were rewarded with a Quarter a week. Raking the leaves, washing the dishes, keeping our rooms neat, taking out the garbage.

Most household chores don’t bother me, I love to iron- to get all those creases out of my cotton skirts and shirts, smooth them down- I find the motion and the monotony of the iron going back and forth over those wrinkles therapeutic. Doing laundry is also okay for me, the worst part is having to walk down the two flights of stairs to the basement to do it. Vacuuming is not a chore for me, I like to know the carpets are free from whatever has come in on our shoes from outside, seeing the flattened nap rise once again. The one chore I do not enjoy is dusting. It seems no matter when I dust, within 24 hours it appears once again. Covering my bedroom dresser, the coffee table in the living room, the piano. Where does it come from and how does it regenerate so fast? It drives me crazy! Especially during certain times of the day when the sunlight is shining in and I can see the layer of dust all atop my glass top table.

There are chores that are no longer chores, the gardener comes to mow the lawn and rake the leaves, I order the majority of my groceries online and have them delivered. When I think back to the chores my grandmother had to deal with in contrast to the modern conveniences we have today, I grab my Swiffer cloths and get to work.

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11/26/2014
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Daily Prompt: Who You Gonna Call?

SnoopyDaily Prompt: Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?

Easy fix? I am not sure I know what that means. Making a mess and then asking someone else to get you out of it? Making a mistake and looking for someone who can right the wrong so you are not caught in that mistake? Having someone cover for you so you can get away with it? Does this prompt mean “easy fix” or ask for advice? Two very different things to me.

This prompt brought to mind one of the lessons taught to me by my parents. You need to take responsibility for your actions, for the consequences of your actions. There is no “easy fix.” They were not going to bail me out of some mess I had gotten myself into because of a poor choice I made. My father was always there to help me sort out a difficult situation, to discuss it, to dissect it and to help give me some direction in how to move forward, how to proceed. But there was no such thing as an easy fix. If a misunderstanding had taken place between me and someone else and he could help clarify what had occurred, he was there, had my back. But I do not consider that an “easy fix.”

I turn to my husband, sister, BFF, my Aunt all the time when faced with a problem I am grappling with. It is always helpful to get objective input to bring things more clearly into focus. To hear what someone has to say when a situation is approached from a different perspective. Sometimes I heed the advice offered, other times I mull it over and make my own decision. Seeking out advice is to my mind not the same as looking for an “easy fix” to rescue a person from something they should not have done, if anything it allows for future repeated behavior. I’ll stick with living with my mistakes and learning from them, and knowing I have people around me who will be there to help see me through the less than perfect times, and are always there to help me grow.