Friday, January 22, 2016

f r o m t h e C h r i s t m a s B l e n d - t o - C a f e V e r o n a . . .

h a p p y f r i d a y L o v e l i e s !

 today just happened to be the day . . .

. . . a very simple little once a year ritual.




. . . when the first three scoops of Cafe Verona are added to

the last two scoops of Christmas Blend.




 this brings to mind that silly old movie "Ground Hog Day".

       Rita: You speak French!

Phil Connors: Oui!




there are mornings that i d-r-e-a-d the rise at 4:30 am.

we have been doing this gig, together, for over 40 years.

i admit that i have a bit of a negative attitude until . . .

the first whiff of the day's brew.  the fragrant brew always triggers the immensely comfortable

feeling of . . . "i am so happy and blessed to be standing here in this place once more".

mr D heads downstairs, stopping to sit on the bottom step, where he puts on his work shoes,

 intermittently petting The Chocolate Gousse, who is begging for her "every work day

after he puts his shoes on" biscuit.

   bit's of small talk shared in between toasted bites.  still holding the last couple

bites in his hand, we exchange our good wishes for the day.

see you tonight!  have a good day!

( then he's off again . . . a long commute to Seattle.)




 today . . .  it's a load of  the basket of lights.  ( oh you groundhog! )

 now, in this hour, with my white hot one day in January blend and a mini three bite,
(french bread on friday), pan au chocolat, i'm as close to a sidewalk cafe' as i can get, writing to you.




both lucky and honored am i to have the most amazing and encouraging blog friends.

( i wrap every one of your amazing words around me.)


with reference to comments from my last post:
one day i will take flowers into the gym for a sweet 
bike ride, in the daylight, so i can take a photograph,while likely taking in some strange looks!

when i do, i promise to share.  please do not count on stilettos.

 after 40, due to a bump under my big right toe, i had to drop to under two inches.

the closest i have now is a kitten heel and a wedge.

  . . . and if i were to wear heels to a work out,

 there would be "no doubt" that i could be deemed a little crazy.


* * *

this is a pivotal "i'm aging" year for me. the next couple fridays, will likely be

subject to that coming of  "age", that is very near, as in next month.

i am already singing with Paul. ( hint . . . hint . . . )


* * *

last year i shared this article from apartment therapy published in the summer of 2014.

the simplicity of the article resonated with me so much that i placed it on my side bar within my

esteemed collection of perpetual inspiration.




this year i printed the list from the article for the inside cover of my 2016 planner.

here is my abbreviated  version of the list.

take pleasure . . . ( treat yourself,  french bread ( et chocolat! ) on friday )
  "this may not be the house of your dreams, you can make beauty in every space."

eat everything . . . ( whole food fresh, in moderation)
"save for quality, decorate to support your life."

drink water . . . ( 40 ounces a day )
"hydrate your home with life."

move a little every day . . . ( goal 10,000 steps )
"puff the pillows, light the candle, fill that empty vase in the cupboard with fresh flowers,
build a fire, primp, paint. "

play to your strengths . . . ( a new "lighter" look! )
"find the good features . . . celebrate them."

( just a simple little daily dose of common sense from the french for "34",
and my almost "64" year old mind, spirit and body. )

thats right!  

sixty - four! 

sing it, Paul!  

withLove!


:: all images with the exception of my planner and our paper heart decked chandelier may
 be found here.