Where’s My Dream Home?

If I could pick one thing that I really would like, it would be a chance to move into my dream home. As a teacher, I long ago abandoned the thought of having my perfect home with individual rooms for each of my four kids and a yard big enough to play a game of stickball. If there was a way that I could contact a realtor, tell her my specifications, let her know that money is no concern, and get my family into my dream home, I would certainly want to pursue it! In the meantime, I am content to simply dream.

My Trip to Put in Bay

PUT-IN-BAY
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My girlfriend took me on vacation. Unknown to me at the time, to Put in Bay, located in the shallow western end of Lake Erie. We left on Tuesday and stayed until Saturday. It was a wonderful time, a little rain, but when the sun came out it was great! The Put-in-Bay Jet Express ride was smooth, and quick. We ate at the Crescent Tavern and Catering for lunch, very good food, the Tavern had a Victorian look to it, beautiful! For dinner we enjoyed eating at the Boardwalk restaurant, and had the special for only $19.00. Mouth watering sword fish. Very good fresh seafood. We also went to the Mossbacks Island Bar and Grill which is and upscale casual restaurant that has a great view of downtown, Put-in-Bay, the park and Lake Erie. This was such a fun trip, renting the golf cart, our principal method of transporting, was a bit interesting, I was pleasantly surprised at the place we stayed, Aunt Jane’s Victorian Manor, because they are equipped with refrigerator, stove and even pot and pan, not that we were going to cook. But once again it was beautiful. Life is good and we all need time to get away and get refreshed.

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Things are Looking Up

My day has been a good one…calm and happy, grounded and centered, peaceful. I’m starting to relax more now that my husband is working again and has been on the job for two weeks. I will feel better still once he receives his first paycheck and we see exactly how much money is in it once taxes and such are subtracted from the total. I am still struggling with stress eating but hope to have it under control shortly so that the scale will start going down again. I am really anxious to lose the weight I gained during these long months of unemployment and the accompanying roller coaster of rising hopes and dashed ones, fear and utter depression. I am enjoying doing Amazon Mechanical Turk HITs as I find them mentally stimulating, which is a good thing to keep my mind active as I get older. The only thing is that they take time away form my practice of praying and chanting for health and enlightenment for me and my friends, loved ones, and the people on my prayer and healing list. I haven’t been out much recently, so I am thinking it would be nice to go out for dinner tonight. If not, tomorrow or Sunday will do. I love God, God loves me. life is good, and I hope to keep breathing for a long time to come.

I Hear a Rhapsody

I’m not a big classical music fan. If Mozart comes on, I’m as bored as the next person. You wouldn’t think that, because I’m a music teacher. Everyone expects me to like opera, music from the Classical era, and other pretty boring stuff. But Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue” is different for me. The first time I heard it, it wasn’t played by instruments. A Sweet Adeline (barbershop) quartet called “Ambiance” sang it. If you know the piece of music, you’ll think, “Wait a minute. That song doesn’t have words.” That’s true. But the arranger, David Wright, had written words to it. They described his first impressions of New York. He used the highs and lows and rhythm of the song brilliantly. The women who were singing it had the skills to reproduce the song exactly the way the arranger envisioned it. It was amazing. Because that was my first exposure to “Rhapsody in Blue”, I learned to appreciate the song more than I would have. Years later, I heard it in a commercial for an airline (instrumentally). Had that been the first time I heard the song, I don’t think I would have liked it. I think the reason some people like certain songs has a lot to do with HOW you get to know it.

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Poetic Tale of Untimely Timelessness

Chris Marker’s classic science fiction short, La Jetée, stands out from all other movies because, in fact, it is barely a movie at all, for the story of a post-apocalyptic band of subterranean Parisian scientists who experiment with time travel by sending a young man back in time to attempt to forestall the disaster is told through a series of hauntingly lovely, and sometimes deeply disturbing stills. In the past, the young man meets a lovely, quiet, thoughtful young woman whom he squires around what for him is a miraculously restored Paris, and they fall in love. We are meant to fall in love with the couple, too, and to share the poignancy of their romance—a romance symbolized by a single moment which justifies, in more than one sense, the title “moving picture.” The moody half-hour story features a narrator, odd whispers, a vision, and an astonishingly sad twist ending—in order to understand my title, you must see this film.

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A Knockout of a Knock-off

Acqua at Peck Slip
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Last night my wife and I recreated one of my favorite Italian dishes. After visiting an Italian food chain I found myself dying for a plate of the miraculous dish they had prepared. How could I get that incredible food without going back to the restaurant; there had to be a way! I was a man on a mission so I fired up my trusty Mac, hopped on the web and found that a culinary mastermind had broken down the recipe and recreated it at home. More than that, he was willing to share it with me (or anyone who visited the site, for that matter). I was set. Using this new information I whipped up a knockout of a knock-off. The sauce was rich, with just a bit of a zing. The chicken was perfect and the whole meal was a success.

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A Few Words

I have heard many stories over the years, about how people reacted when they found their horse was stolen or turned up missing. This week, I found out for myself exactly how that felt. In short, it was pretty horrible, but thanks to listening to others, we had a plan in place to handle the situation. We were able to find our horse, and bring him home. However, the week did not get any easier. Sleep was difficult to say the least, and the first night he was home I stayed up, all night, watching him. His injuries need daily treatment, and his overall health needs close supervision. These responsibilities added on top of raising two young children and taking care of my mother and father in law, have made the week incredibly hard. Even with the difficulty, I work hard to find a bright spot each day. Some days, the bright spot is a hug from a child, or the knowledge that my horse- unlike so many others- is home and alive. That, in a nut shell, has been a look into my week.

My new dog

YouTube Preview Image I got my dog, a cavalier king Charles, in Virgina four years ago. He is a cute, brown and white dog. We got him for my mothers thirty sixth birthday and she named him Charlie much to my dismay. She could not have come up with a more unoriginal name for him, but my sister and step dad did not mind. We brought him home and showed him his new home. He explored for a bit in and out of the house peeing and pooping a bit outside. He finally settled down on the couch and watched t.v. with us for a couple of hours. At about 10:00 PM my parents went upstairs to show Charlie where he would be sleeping. He looked around, walked around the bed, and settled in. It took him a couple of minuets, but he fell asleep. At about 3 Am he woke up and started barking, he needed to go out to pee. We took him out and he settled back to sleep.

I didn’t have a very good day

I had a lousy cup of coffee first thing in the morning, the phone was driving me crazy at work, it rained all day and I maxed out a credit card. The funny thing is I was in a good mood despite all the bad stuff! Maybe the fact that I had an overall good week was enough to keep me from getting too bummed out about one bad day. I’m usually optimistic about life in general so that probably helped too. I try to keep in mind that “tomorrow’s another day” which, even though it’s a painfully simple and obvious idea, really helps keep things in perspective. When you realize that you have a fresh start every 24 hours, it’s easier to deal with the setbacks of one bad day. I also think important to get a good night’s sleep after a bad day. You have a better chance at having a good day if you feel energized. That said I’m off to bed!

The slipper fits – rock band Cinderella

In 1982, singer Tom Keifer and bassist Eric Brittingham founded the rock band Cinderella. Three years later, guitar player Jeff Labar and drummer Fred Coury would round out the band, and in 1986, their first album, “Night Songs,” was released. The album achieved triple platinum status, and included such hits as “Nobody’s Fool,” “Somebody Save Me,” and “Shake Me.” In 1988, their second album was released, titled “Long Cold Winter,” followed in 1990 by the album “Heartbreak Station.” In 1991, lead singer Tom Keifer completely lost his voice due to paresis of the vocal cords. This delayed the album “Still Climbing,” which was finally released in 1994. The album wasn’t met with much fanfare, and the band went on hiatus in 1995. However in 1997, Cinderella released a greatest hits compilation titled, “Once upon a …,” and started to tour again in 1998. The band is still comprised of the same members, and tours across the world to this day.

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