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Floating

This weekend, Marlene and I nicknamed our new favorite swimming hole in the Sierra Nevada the “Zen Garden”.

It really is a glassy, zen paradise; float on it for a few moments, and you can’t help but transcend into a type of nirvana. It’s been positively therapeutic for me, surfing its smooth surface these last few trips to the mountains.

The more time I spend in nature (and I spend a lot these days), the more I crave: the harder it is for me to adjust to not being in nature. The more my eyes are open when I return to the city: the more clarity I experience.  Continue reading

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Press Play

We’re back from Sicily!

Two glorious weeks on a ruggedly beautiful Mediterranean island treated us well. So well, that we’re drowning in photos and videos right now.

And by now it’s also obvious, I’m sure, that I’m really sort of roadblocked in terms of sharing too much until I have everything just so. I need all my photos collected, compiled, edited, and color-corrected (by the hubs, of course). I need them on Flickr first, sorted and tagged and disseminated to all the relevant (nagging) parties. And THEN I can think about sharing them here.

Such are the problems of the anal-retentive. Continue reading

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Zzzzzz

One of the beautiful things about this blog is that it’s mine. In all it’s non-glory.

It’s the story of my rather unfabulous life, full of home improvement, dogs, vacation days spent on family visits, late work nights devoted to e-commerce, and falling asleep on the couch.

Yes, completely unfabulous – and mine. Continue reading

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Friday Flash-WAAAYYY-Back, Vol. IV

Flashin’ WAAAYYY back this Friday, folks.

I came home from work to discover two early birthday packages from Munga waiting behind the porch steps. They were filled with the gifts I requested:

Old family photos.

There’s NOTHING I love more than old photos. And so for this Friday flashback, I’m takin’ you all the way back. To before my existence.

FLASHBACK:

Baldassare and Maria Minaudo, my great-grandparents, on their wedding day about 100 years ago. Straight from Sicily to my foyer wall.

Baldassare and Maria Minaudo, my great-grandparents, on their wedding day about 100 years ago. Straight from Sicily to my foyer wall.

I’m so happy to have these, I don’t even know where to begin. Especially this one, above, which my mom took to a professional restorer in the 80s after rescuing it from near demise in a cedar chest. Continue reading

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Friday Flashback: Vol. III

So I think after this I’ll probably only flash back on the occasional Friday; maybe one Friday a month or so. I mean, I can’t have every other post on this blog be a flashback, because that’s just gonna end up being waaayyy too embarrassing for this moi.

But, last week I said I’d be back this week, and I‘m nothing if not predictable dependable, so here it is…

FLASHBACK:

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My 14th birthday party, 1992. There are a lot of braces in this photo. And I’m still in touch, sans Facebook, with several of these girls, and their teeth all look great now.

Gaaahhh… Ha ha. Man, I REALLY loved Express French Country Style back then. I don’t know what I was thinking. I had at least four of those “ribbed tunics,” in slightly different luminescent jewel tones. AND I LOVED THEM ALL EQUALLY.

But really, I picked this photo because Cindy Phillips Weflen – the babe with the black bouffant in front – was really on my mind this week. She’s getting pretty prego by now over in Boston, and I’m on my way to visit her and her super groovy Harvard PhD hubby next month. When I heard about the bombings at the Boston Marathon and the subsequent cinematic firefight in the streets of Cambridge, I immediately wondered if…

  1. The Weflen family was all safely out of the danger zone (along with my myriad other friends in Boston/Cambridge, like MC Eddo and Downtown Julie Brown)
  2. Baby Weflen had tried to bust outta her mama early, apprehend the bomber, and whoop some terrorist ass…

…because that’s just what a mini-Cindy would do. Probably dressed like a ninja.

Turns out, all are safe (yay!), and Baby W is still incubating according to plan. And I’m crazy excited to see the whole fam – Mom, Dad, and Unborn – in one month.

I may even pick up some sweet “vintage” 90s wear for the occasion.

I’ll return with more braces-and-bad-fashion-nostalgia in two to three Fridays.

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