Tuesday, December 24, 2024
Ouchy Boo Boo!
Holiday Neighborly Celebrations
Monday, December 23, 2024
Who's Surprised At This Nonsense?!
Retiring GOP congresswoman's decline has been 'very rapid,' son says
Click the link above to read about retiring MIA representative Kay Granger -
Not that anyone needs another reason to dislike politician or why SO many of us have trust issues when it comes to most of these hypocritical, entitled POS -
Tell me how an elected Congresswoman can remain absent from the capital for over six months AND not be present in over 54% of the votes cast AND still have a job?!
If this person was unable to fulfil her duties as a Congresswoman, for whatever reasons, the proper thing to do would be to let folks know and step away.
These POS get paid a stupid amount of money, along with all sorts of perks and benefits.
AND, in my opinion, as to why there needs to be term limits and or limiting the number of terms these dipsticks can serve, like POTUS.
I'm fairly certain that our founding fathers original intent was to send normal citizens to Washington for a term or two when they would get together every other November, pick someone in their community they respected, and send him to Washington for a couple years to vote for their neighbors’ best interests and those of the nation. It was NOT intended to be full time position, nor was is supposed to make them rich. However, fast forward to current times and most politicians are now career politicians, pulling in an annual salary of $174,000.00!!
Sorry, NOT sorry, 81 years old is too old to still be serving effectively, again in my opinion! Is anyone really surprised that her health is declining?!
Boy, wouldn't it be nice if we each could have such a high paying job where we only had to show up 46% of the time and still get paid in full...
Sunday, December 22, 2024
A More Subtle Look
Saturday, December 21, 2024
Grief 😢
Voltaire once said, "Tears are the silent language of grief."
Grief speaks in the moments we can't control, in the tears we can't hold back. It's a language we never wanted to learn, yet it fluently communicates for us in ways words cannot.
As Tyler Perry said, "Grief is a very living thing. It visits at random. You can't schedule it... So when it shows up, however it shows up, let is show up."
Grief arrives uninvited and unscheduled, slipping into the quiet spaces of our lives - a familiar song, the scent of something that stirs a memory, or a recollection so vivid it feels as though time has folded.
Grief is as heavy as it feels, is inseparable from that love. They are two sides of the same coin. It's love persisting, even when the person is no longer there to receive it.
Our tears are how love finds a voice when words fail. They are not a betrayal of strength but proof of a bond too powerful to be forgotten.
Washington Irving captured this perfectly: "There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than 10,000 tongues, They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."
Grief is not something to cure or escape, but to honor and embrace. Over time it shifts and changes, but it never disappears. And each tear reminds us that it's not something to overcome but something to carry.
So when grief comes, let it. Let the tears fall. Let them speak for you. They are not your weakness but your truth - love's silent language, translating the depth of loss into a human expression.
The reality is that we will grieve forever. Grief becomes part of us, woven into the fabric of who we are.
And just as tears carve paths down our cheeks, they also carve meaning into our hearts. They remind us that grief is the cost of love, and it's a price worth paying.
Because love never truly leaves us - it speaks silently through every tear that falls.
A New Twist On "Snow" Blower!
A White Christmas Maybe?!
Knowing the temps were going to drop, I wanted to get the driveway, walkways and deck cleared off as best I could last night before everything froze solid - mission accomplished.
Friday, December 20, 2024
Greek Cuisine
I've been feeling a bit melancholy lately. Reminiscing of past holidays, big family gatherings and of course missing my mother and her cooking, especially the Greek goodies she would make for the holidays.
In an effort to try and recapture just a smidgen of those delicious foods I turned to the Google machine and found a local Greek bakery, well if call Boston, the city of Brookline to be exact, a local bakery.
Off I went earlier this week, braving commuter traffic and crazy inner city drivers, and made my way to Athan's Bakery, which is on 1621 Beacon Street in Brookline.
I did give the bakery a call before heading in to make sure they had what I was after and was told they had 2 of the 3 items - spanakopita and kourabiedes but unfortunately, no koulourakia, alas -
The bakery itself is in an old style building, which was nice but truth be told I was disappointed, as it wasn't the sort of place I had envisioned in my head. From a bakery perspective it was a blah. Most of the display cases, shelves and jars were empty and the items that were on display looked like they'd been there a while, not tempting. For example, the baklava was a half pan of what looked to be older and not very fresh.
I made the hour+ drive in, so I was determined to not leave empty handed. The kourabiedes looked nice, so I asked for 12, two bags of six. The spanakopita looked nothing like my mothers, nor the pic above, but rather more like a 'hot pocket'; a doughy-sealed pastry, see below -
I was thinking about the spanakopita the entire drive back home and couldn't wait to dig in. So, once home I popped that bad Larry into the toaster oven to heat up, made a cup of coffee and patiently waited. Sadly, it was tasteless and bland and too heavy on the dough, a BIG disappointment, sniff
Yesterday, I took a drive and stopped in to to see my aunt and uncle in Framingham. One of the bags of 6 kourabiedes that I pick up, I bought for my uncle, my mother's brother, who's Greek. He made coffee and we each had a kourabiedes! Again, not my mothers kourabiedes but I'm happy to say that it wasn't too bad. My uncle agreed and although we didn't say it, I'm pretty sure we were both thinking about my mom when eating them, which made the drive into the city to get them well worth it.
I have my mothers Greek recipes, so I plan on trying my hand at make each of the items above after the holidays. How much trouble can I get myself into?!
Stay tuned!
Another Good Read
Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Something To Do...
Home Repairs, So "Draining"!
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
Longest Walk Yet!
Monday, December 16, 2024
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!
Find The Critter
Sunday, December 15, 2024
Sticker Shock 😲!