Curious George

This little fella is the newest addition to my small army of snowman. He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed got him last saturday, usually I don't name the snowmen, but somehow George needed a name, so we decided to use the store owner's name, he is a nice guy just like George here!

I do realize George is not a popular name now, but alas I never gone political on this blog and I am not about to start now, anyways this guy here does not look like Obama!

Honestly when we first thought about choosing George, the name being a result of where he was bought and the other reference to the children's book about a monkey were the only things that came to my mind. Later I thought about the headmaster from my high school years, but there is not even a dash of resemblance there and he was a Georges with an s at the end.

So cheers to this jolly fella, may he be happy amongst his chubby friends.

Blog Abandonment ends here

I needed time away to be able to lick my wounds in privacy. Sharing sometimes helps on the healing process and yet I was not ready for that. I can do with the forgiving but the forgetting will take a whole lot more time. That said I also discovered that now there is something called slow blogging, much the same way as slow food goes, meaning it is not because we are a bit too lazy to write something funny or witty, it is because we are adhering to a whole new trend. We take weeks to come up with something and we still get to look cool? How fun is that?

Plenty.

Since I have no desire to get all proustian and go in search of the time lost I decided to concentrate my attention on an American right: The pursue of Gorgeousness, well I know it was supposed to be Happiness but alas I will just trust that the second will come (even if temporary) right along when the first is acquired.

 Did you guess I have a party next weekend? Yes, sir, I sure do.

Thanks to my Special K friend now I even have a dress for said party, I must say it took a serious amount of looking to find something that fit reasonably well for an agreeable price. Special K being such a fantastic friend she even got me the shoes to go with the dress. Let me tell you how I love thee shoes. They are the prettiest, sexiest shoes I had in a long time. I did have a pair, bought for my school reunion that was pretty sweet, pointy little ones in very light grey suede. Now they live somewhere in Minnesota and hopefully they are making a niece happy. Actually the dress bought for that reunion is now in Rio and might make another niece happy at some party.

I am very thankful this week to be off Turkey duty, again was Special K doing, since she invited us to her house for Thanksgiving, her husband is the one with turkey on his hands, but I already had proof that he is a very good chef so I expect nothing less than a wonderful moist bird. All I need to make is a pumpkin pie and some lumpy cranberry sauce (special K is very particular about all things lumpy, she cannot stand them but He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed is also very particular about avoiding food stuff from cans so I will bring the one he likes and she will get her unlumpy one from a can). All in all everybody should be happy and of course thankful.

I cannot forget my very first Thanksgiving in this country, sure because we don’t have such a holiday where I come from or in any other countries where I lived so far. Suffice to say the experience can be called Turkey Spa Day, and involved a frozen turkey by Thanksgiving morning, a whole day turning the bird around in the bathtub in order to make it defrost in record time. Never done one before I did not realize I needed to get a fresh bird or get the frozen one earlier and let it thaw. It was close to midnight by the time the bird was roasted and we could sit for our very late Thanksgiving dinner. I think I even have pictures of it somewhere.

Looking back I do think I have many reasons to celebrate a couple of weeks back and even more reasons to be thankful today.

just sad

I am beyond upset. I am feeling stupid and somehow redundant. I never thought life is perfect but I truly believe mine was not that bad.

I had always refrain from writing anything here when I was not feeling good, well sometimes I would post something about a bad cold, or a not so good day but mostly I filter my emotions and try to keep my blog light.

Today I feel quite different about it.

I am hurt and for once I don’t know how to deal with it. It crossed my mind calling one of my dear best friends and ask for their help. Ask them to make me feel better. I do know they both are capable of cheering me up but somehow if I do call them I would have to say stuff that right now I am not comfortable to say. Because it would mean I have to admit being wrong, or worse than that to admit I do not have what I thought I did.

I wish I could do what he does, just ignore it, just pretend nothing happened. Just pretend it does not change anything.

Unfortunately he does not believe in saying “I am sorry”, he probably does not even think he needs to say it.

If you take someone for granted it stops you from making the effort to be nice.  It also stops you for saying “I am sorry” when you are not nice.

I always have been big about celebrating special occasions. Next Monday it will be 8 years since I move here.

Now I found myself wondering if there is anything to celebrate about it?

Playdate

The day has been cloudy and not ideal for pictures but I could not resist!

Bring me da color

I never sing in the shower, and for that everybody that lives in this house should be considered lucky. I do blog inside my head while I am in the shower and today I got myself thinking about the pictures I took while on the road last weekend, and realizing that those gorgeous burning bushes are like prudish New England Victorian girls, blushing in anticipation of their nakedness.

Fall here is such an amazing season, not only because the colors are fantastic but after they are gone the season still appeals to the senses and the lightest breeze can cause a symphony of running leaves. It can get quite loud, like little marathon runners, they roll down the asphalt crackling happily wherever the wind takes them.

We did got the first serious frost yesterday morning, and I was sad to see the last of the poppies lose their delicate heads and yet surprised that my daisies  are valiant braving the low temperatures and still doing their very late bloom. I am considering taking a few inside and a have a small vase on my desk. Postponing the grey days of winter is not an easy battle.

The Future of Scotland

Far and Away

I warn you there will be a bit of an overload of photos here. If you are not in the mood for it go and find yourself a blog about politics, I will not be writing about it here.

Yesterday we had such a lovely time, driving around the picture perfect roads on a gorgeous fall day. On the agenda was the inauguration of the Kent Firehouse, a project we have reason to be very proud of, well mostly He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed has reasons to be proud since I was not that involved with the design itself. But alas I think he is in a good mood so I will indulge myself to a bit of the glory.

Kent is one of my favorite places in this neck of the woods, and not just because of the chocolate store (although I confess it does help the town to be on the top 5, what can I say I do love chocolate). The whole town is rather charming, both new and old places are full of character and often make my camera finger “trigger happy”.

The ceremony was short and sweet, first the parade from the old firehouse to the new building, I am quite sure I don’t have a drop of Scottish blood but I truly love to watch those bag pipers play. Mmmm’kay so I have a soft spot for men in uniforms, can you blame me, especially when it includes men in skirts?

The Governor was there and did a good job, maybe it was because it was such a gorgeous day, no one wanted to waste it so all the speeches were short and soon they were cutting the ribbon and letting people inside to tour the new building.

We went to lunch with the owner of the construction company, he was there with his wife and they just came back from 2 weeks in Italy so we had a great time talking about travels and also dogs.

Off we went to Danbury, was not very difficult to convince He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed to go search for the new Brazilian bakery but although we did buy the bread we were a bit disappointed to see the Brazilian grocery store now is reduced to two shelves. I was dreaming to get some Brazilian candy but now is seems they cannot import it anymore.

We detour to Southbury to make an inspection on a small job and decide to drive home by the lovely back roads, sometimes He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed has some inspired ideas like that!

The best day of Fall so far.