Saturday, February 13, 2016

Take an Umbrella, It's Raining


Once upon time, a long time ago, in a land called middle school, I was in a play. Yes, just one play, and that play was called “Free to Be You and Me.” It had sort of a 70’s vibe. I wore my hair in pigtails. Disappointingly, no boys were imported to my all girls’ school for male roles. …but that’s about all I remember.  Actually, the only thing that has really resonated from any middle or upper school play is the following quote from “The Curious Savage:”
People say I love you all the time-when they say ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it- you just have to listen for it, my dear.
This quote has been on my mind pretty often recently since this is traditionally time for my Kroger store to become a sea of balloons and greeting cards saying basically the same three words. Right now, many people are expressing their love very clearly, but I can’t help but think of the times, often precious times, when life is too complicated or busy to shout “I love you,” even if that’s what we mean. In my Google research, I found an article listing 40 different ways to say those three words, for example:
-        Have you eaten dinner
-        Buckle your seatbelt
-        How was your day
-        I miss you
-        Text me
but really the list goes on indefinitely.
My favorite reminder of this many worded love is my grandfather, and my grandparents’ is my favorite real life love story (I think everyone in my family agrees).  They have been married over 60 years, and the way my grandfather always begins to tell their story is by noting (with a certain degree of pride) that my grandmother is the only girl he has told, “I love you.” However, being a somewhat curt man, those aren’t always the words he uses to end a phone call. It doesn’t take much imagination, though, to understand that a call just to note that a favorite TV show is playing or a text asking if my grandmother found a comfortable pair of shoes while shopping means the same thing. The message of those short discussions is clear and reminds my grandmother and even us grandchildren that Grandad is “just thinking of us” (one of the phrases on the list) and that we are loved.
So, as Valentine’s Day approaches, I hope you take time to pay attention and notice who is telling you they love you.
Take an umbrella, and hurry back,
Erica


Monday, January 11, 2016

Five Minute Snow Day


You all know that “Christmas in Memphis” song where the singer complains that “once again it didn’t snow.” Well sadly that’s been the weather all week, and I’m over it. Snow is my favorite thing in the world, and I need a snow day right now...I'm assuming you do too...

My cat's a little wary at first, 
but he's ready for an adventure!


Snow angels with sister at Botanic Gardens!

I really love the Dixon... in summer or snow



Pretty sure this is the entrance to Narnia...








Time to walk back home...no one is driving today...


This is the biggest snowman the yard has ever seen!

Yep, I think we all deserved that snow day. Time to curl up with a blanket and hot chocolate and watch for snow....


Stay warm (and wear your pajamas inside out tonight),
Erica

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Happy New Year!!!

The tree is officially gone



(props on untangling the Christmas lights...miss you Deanie doo!)

Like the tree is really gone...



but don't be so sad guys...

The tree will be back next year...and in the mean time, "there's so much room for activities" (to quote a movie I'll never watch) and for so many memories to be made in the next year.

With Pioneer Woman on my TV and Martha Stewart on my computer, I'm feeling inspired this morning to write a blog again and to start my new year right.

Oh and this was the sunrise out my window on Jan 1...

(look past the glare)


When a year starts this beautiful, how could anyone not be excited?!

Keep posted, and I'll keep posting... 
Erica

Thursday, October 30, 2014

What's This?! What's This?! Halloween is Already Here?!



Narrowing tunnels of cobwebs
                                  
                                     swarms of bats
                                             
                                                 piles of pumpkins
I'm seeing visions.

...visions of over the top Halloween decor without an over the top budget.

What did you say?
This vision has cast a spell on you?
Then follow me, and commune with your inner Martha Stewart...if you dare...

What's happening in that yard?

Do those gates lead to Disney's Haunted Mansion???

Is Harry Potter about to show up with an acromantula? Is Spider-Man nearby?

So many questions! So many possibilities!

Actually, that mailbox seems to be buried in three of Party City's largest sized spider webs...though a yard full of webbing can typically materialize out of one small bag...but more is more on Halloween.


Let's take a step back...

What's this, what's this?! There's white things in the air...
The webs stretch across the driveway!

I can't believe my eyes. I must be dreaming. 
They appear to narrow, directing us toward the house!

There's no turning back now.

Stacks of pumpkins help display a spooky jack-o-lantern guarding the door. Varied pumpkin colors draw the eye. 


On grey stone steps, cold as the grave, sits a phantom black bird, his silhouette forever confined in an orange cage. 
    His image nothing more than construction paper. His prison an ordinary pumpkin.

Shall we step inside?

Turn on the lights...

Bats are swarming!!!

Starting small and growing larger, closer! They're casting shadows everywhere!


 Hide!

Perhaps the shower will be safer...



Eeek eek eek ekk
What were we thinking?!

BOO!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Griping about Gatsby


      This is the Don CeSar in St. Pete Beach. It’s one of my favorite places. It was also frequent haunt of F. Scott Fitzgerald. So, obviously, it’s also home to countless Gatsby references, which brings me to a point of contention. 

It bothers me, like sincerely irks me that The Great Gatsby has come to epitomize glitzy happenings in 1920’s America. How can so many people possibly try to sum up the high points of any decade up with such a dismal book? I ask myself this question absolutely every time I hear the word Gatsby (which is by no means infrequent). I mean, I get it to some degree...things in the 1920’s were really cool (despite the pervasively bleak reaction to WWI, but that's another story...), so everyone wants to talk about them & watch movies about them & have parties like them. Basically, everything that was really stylish then is essentially still really stylish, just with a more expensive price tag. Without this decade I would have to wear corsets & long skirts in summer time. I also enjoy that when I cut my hair short I feel both sassy and socially acceptable, and don’t even get me started on God’s gift of TV and talking movies.  These are all lovely reasons to party like it’s 1922.
However, just because Fitzgerald is a pretty famous author from this era, people should stop resorting to filling up syllabi or TV screens or even social calendars with his most famous book.  My teachers/ professors assigned this book three whole times throughout my academic career.  I tried to make time to sit through every remake of the movie (not possible for the last one). I have even seen pictures of Gatsby themed weddings. There is no good reason for any of this.

From reading the book the first time, I learned all I need to know about Gatsby, and what I learned makes me want to throw crisply starched shirts at anyone wishing to host a Gatsby themed party in leiu of a general 1920’s bash.

Let’s do an extremely brief character study to see why this novel is not happy party material:


Jay Gatsby- Loves another man’s wife. Really doesn’t enjoy achieving American dream. Fatally shot. Next to no one attends his funeral.
Nick Carraway- Remarkably boring. Lives vicariously through Gatsby. Not much more to say about our dear narrator.
Tom Buchanan- Arrogant. Racist. Life peaked at 21.
Daisy Buchanan- Troubled marriage/ love life.  Hit and runs Myrtle.
Myrtle- Lives in “valley of ashes.” Dislikes her husband. Dies in gruesome car accident.


Now do you want to take that date to a Gatsby movie or have that Gatsby themed wedding?  I don’t…let’s try Gatsby Halloween. That would be a lot more appropriate. 

Conclusion: remember this post next time you contemplate how romantic Fitzgerald's story is...because it isn't.

Sorry, Jay, I believe your green light is just a little too dim,
   Erica