Happy Thanksgiving!

(So, I hosted Thanksgiving for the first time ever, therefore took no photos.  This one is from last year, from my grandparents' house, which has a much better view...)

It was strange this year, being grandparent-less.  There is still much to be thankful for, especially that we were able to keep Gran for as long as we did. 

How was this year different for you?  And what did you keep the same?

If today was an outfit...

Untitled by ellaguru featuring printed tops

February Love

As you know, I *love* February.  (I'll wait here while you skip back to last Feb in the archives...I know it would've been more helpful to post a link...)

And, while I have loved February fairly consistently, I have not always loved Valentine's Day (especially since most folks think Feb's only redeeming qualities are V-day and the Super Bowl [don't get me started]).

But, this year I feel inspired to go with it.  Not only love the month for all its luscious Februariness, but love the hype.  We are a fickle culture.  We'll be tearing down our crepe-paper hearts in favor of shiny shamrocks before the leftover cupcakes are eaten.  So I want to meditate in the love.  It's my way, this year, of slowing down and being aware.

February.

...Time...

Been thinking a lot about it lately and making some peace with it.  I love this post, because it makes me feel not-so-lonesome about it.  And encouraged.

And I happened across this show on the way home the other evening.  So great....

Life!

The "Environment"

I'm fuming a little because someone I don't know (and have never met) is "calling me out" in the comment section on my friend's Wall on facebook.  I responded to something my friend said, and this person is, well...calling me a liar.

Sigh.

I keep hearing about "the current political environment", how it's hostile, how it's rude, uncivil, etc.  But can I say (without someone calling me out? just for a little bit?) that I don't think it's the political environment.  I think it's the environment, period.

A week before Christmas, I had an angry tailgater follow me home.  I was scared.  No one was at my house, it was late enough that I wasn't sure I wanted to call my neighbor for help, so I pulled into another neighborhood.  You know.  I didn't want to lead this guy to my house.

And it was fifteen degrees, and it was dark, and my phone was about to die (unusually).  I huddled, shivering, in some stranger's driveway waiting for some other stranger to drive away.

And it's not the first time I've been harassed by road-ragers.  *I drive the speed limit.*

So, can I vent and ask:  What in the world is wrong with people?!  Who does that?!

Please and thank you.  Yes, ma'am.  After you.  Can I give you a hand?

Or, "What can I do to put you in your place, which is below me, (naturally)"?


I tell you...RECLUSE.  That's my future.  Lots of dogs.