Merrily merrily merrily merrily washing's but a dream

Last night was a glorious night for a Wednesday, much like some night gone by was a marvelous night for a moondance. Incidentally, my two least favorite Van Morrison songs are 1. Brown Eyed Girl and 2. Moondance. Radio stations everywhere, please stop playing them. Drunk people in bars, please stop singing them.

And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush.

But back to my Wednesday night. Last night...

1. I did wash for the first time in nine days. You truly do not appreciate having a washer in your home until your washer breaks. I felt like Sarah Cynthia Silvia Stout but instead of not taking the garbage out, I was not taking care of the laundry. I did three loads last night and one load this morning. Good news! Only 208430948 more loads to go until everything is clean, and that's not including MFD's laundry. He does his own.

2. I made two large pots of meaty red sauce to freeze. It smelled absolutely fabulous. There are few things I like to do more in the kitchen than make vats of sauce or soup to eat, freeze and share.

Please excuse the slippers.

3. I watched Modern Family. Always a pisser.

4. In the span of five minutes, I dropped six eggs on the floor, cleaned them up, dropped a cup of milk on the floor, cleaned that up, and said 467 curse words.

5. I was reminded again of the importance of having a strong sense of self worth, and also how imperative it is to have friends who will have your back in a crisis. I thank the universe for my friends every single day. A dear friend of ours is going through a very bad time, and that is always hard to watch.  

                               That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

                                                     ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

This weekend, January will be half over. Say what? I have things to do!

January goals:

1. Make meatloaf. I haven't made it in a while and now I have a hankering for it.

2. Have a Goslingthon: Blue Valentine, Crazy Stupid Love, Ides of March.

3. Make homemade pasta, forcing MFD to use the pasta machine I bought him for Christmas about six years ago that he's never used. He has been waiting for a kitchen with enough space to use it in. You've got one now, my man! Let's do this.
4. Assemble my To Try recipe binder, which will set me up to test at least two new recipes per month for the rest of the year, but preferably four.
5. Convince you, my fine feathered friend, to join me at the Strike Out Cancer and Spare Lives bowling event on Saturday, February 4. It's fun, and it's for a great cause. Pretty please with whatever you want on top, come out and join us! For more information or to buy tickets online, visit http://phillyrelaystrikeoutcancer-esearch.eventbrite.com/?srnk=1. Lanes must be reserved so let me know if you're coming.

Thank God it's Thursday,

SMD

Walk ten paces, turn left, and dig where X marks the spot

Have you ever been on a treasure hunt in your own house? I took five minutes to go on one last night. Excuse the quality of the photos, I was trying to snap some treasures before The Bachelor came back on.

To me, treasures are things that might seem a little out of place beside your other things, but they have meaning and connections to people and in some cases to times gone by.

In my kitchen cabinets, you can find these spaghetti glasses. My earliest memories have my Pop, who died when I was three, drinking out of these glasses. We used these in the summer at my Grandmom's pool, and she gave them to me when she moved. They are one of my most beloved material items.

Floragold louisa depression glass (in the photo on the left, the tray is the item...the candleholder is Pier 1). Thanks to Ebay and antique shops, I've built a nice collection of this.




When I was a little girl, these sat on a built-in bookshelf at my Grandmom's house. I would get them down and twist them one at a time and bask in the tinkly music. Now they sit on top of a bookshelf in my reading room.

My Dad and Carol just cleaned out the attic, and found a bunch of my childhood items, including my first shoes.

Yes, this is a professional photo. Come on people, I am not that good. This is my great grandmother's (who I called Big Pop Pop's Grandmom. Weird, yes?) pendant. My Gamma lent it to me for my wedding, and I had it pinned inside of my dress. This year for Christmas, she gave it to me. I love it.

I'm not the only one in the house who likes treasures. MFD brought this one home, and I have to say I adore it.








These are some of his treasures from his grandparents that he keeps all together on a shelf.









And this is a photo from this past weekend that I will treasure - my brother rode over an hour home in the back of my dad's car. It was very very amusing.








I love new things, but I also love things with a history, be it my family's, MFD's family's, or plates off of someone's table that I've never met. Nostalgia is a friend of mine.

Be a love and make the best of this shitty and useless day called Tuesday.

Reminiscing,

SMD

p.s. I did something to my Achilles tendon. It flipping HURTS.

p.p.s. My heart is sad for Lori and Jack, who had to put their beloved CJ to sleep this week. I truly can't imagine losing one of my dogs. Thinking of you guys to the north. xoxo