In a weekend blooming with fun and old friends, here are a few of the beautiful sights my eyes took in... The other beautiful "stuff" is going to take a little longer to unupload.
It’s over – and I’m sad
After 92 episodes, Mad Men is finished. My weekly date with Don Draper is no longer on my calendar and I'm already feeling the void. *Sigh*. It was a good run. I can't recall who originally convinced me to start watching the series, which is a shame. I owe them a sincere thank you for … Continue reading It’s over – and I’m sad
Dirty laundry
With one child headed to college in a few months and another who constantly places clean clothes in the dirty laundry hamper rather than (re)folding it and putting it away in his dresser, I’m thinking it is time for me to allow both of them to enjoy one of adulthood’s greatest responsibilities – laundry. I’m … Continue reading Dirty laundry
Fifteen ideas for Summer 2015
1. Eat and drink at Nine-Pin Cider’s Dine’n 2. Dinner at 15 Church Street. 3. Paddleboarding on Saratoga Lake 4. A day hike in the Catskills with my camera. 5. Host a party on my new and improved deck 6. Get to a Soul Cafe dinner 7. Volunteer to prepare a meal at the Ronald … Continue reading Fifteen ideas for Summer 2015
Sometimes Mother’s Day stinks
...and I'm not talking about like a bouquet of flowers, either. No, I'm talking about good old-fashioned perspiration. You see, I began my Mother's Day by participating in Fleet Feet's 10K Classic. The race began (and ended) at Bethlehem Central HS* and the route was fairly rural and mostly flat. It was a small field … Continue reading Sometimes Mother’s Day stinks
Albany sparkled – Champagne on the Park, 2015!
It’s been a couple of years since I last attended this event, the official kickoff to Tulip Fest Weekend. Boy, am I glad I picked last night to jump back in! What a wonderful night it was in our fair city – the air was warm, but without humidity, the evening light was divine, the … Continue reading Albany sparkled – Champagne on the Park, 2015!
Black boys on mopeds
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving. I’ve had these lyrics from an old Sinead O’Connor song … Continue reading Black boys on mopeds
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