It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

Last Thursday I was bemoaning my weight gain with my sister during our daily phone call. “I just need a piece of equipment with which to exercise,” was my repeated lament. The next day, my neighbor mentioned during our weekly cantina, that she was putting her elliptical on the Nextdoor neighbor app. Voila! 24 hours and I had my answer.

Thankfully my son and son-in-law were able to transport the beast to my basement where I have been having a daily chat and workout with my sib. This is necessary as the following Pinterest pin aptly describes my exercise plan thus far.

So far, I’ve only gained two pounds this week!

Some of you actually read what I write, and take the appropriate opportunity to gently correct me, as has my friend, “Pacie.” As she prompted me to investigate, I offer this notation:

…Why are bananas berries but strawberries are not? They are derived from a single flower with more than one ovary, making them an aggregate fruit. True berries are simple fruits stemming from one flower with one ovary and typically have several seeds. … But no, they’re actually considered a berry, too—with one, giant seed. So, bananas are berries and raspberries aren’t.

All I know is that I have to reconfigure my artistic representation. I shall remove the banana, leaving two citrus fruits to vie for attention. This sounds like a call-back from an audition of yore.

I’m just going to assume I got the part.

Now I’m considering becoming an artist, painting beautiful still life with oils. Why? Because, by sheer chance, I created this stunning pose with my fruit bowl. It captured such an incredible moment in time. I was taken back to London and the Courtauld Gallery with Paul Cezanne’s work. My ethereal display was so invoking of the beauty of fruit, I wept.

Although I haven’t taken the brush to the canvas yet, I share the display which captured my imagination. Maybe you can spend some time arranging your fruit and enjoying the calming sense of peace it delivers.

Decorations are completed…packages will be sent later today…Christmas card letter is in progress…haven’t done any baking yet. I might attempt this new recipe I found on Pinterest.

It looks doable and could provide a sense of accomplishment!

Watching this series like everyone else…wondering how the royal family feels about the whole Hollywood portrayal…totally understanding why Harry and Megan left England…thinking people probably believe all of this stuff…needing something else to do!!!!

Thus, going through my tiara collection and choosing one for the day. I guess I’ll be the Queen today. Someone has to?

My coral hoop earring is singing this one. “I once was lost, but now am found.”

An interesting, albeit unsurprising fact, is that I have lost many earrings over the years. There was the green glass heart earring from Italy which went astray at Barnes and Noble. I checked back there for a couple of years to see if anyone had found it. A wonderful green earring from India resides in the front meadow, lost after a mowing episode. Former neighbors have another earring in their backyard, green in color, unknown origin. One of my neighbors has me searching the ground for her lost earring after the wedding reception we held here.

There are many, many more victims, of course, but the loss of an earring which wasn’t green in color, was disheartening. Of course, it became unhinged whipping that mask on and off. And who in their right mind would wear hoop earrings with a mask, thus creating this constant problem?

Lost at some point yesterday afternoon in my travels, it was found upon disrobing last night. Thank goodness I chose to wear supportive undergarments! Now I can keep wearing my hoop earrings.

My Christmas tree is decorated – thanks to my daughter’s nudging and encouragement, and her actually doing the job. However, I claim responsibility for the ornaments.

Since we haven’t been hosting parties, my martini glasses and other stemware have seen no action. And they’re so pretty! Thus, a little ribbon and creativity, and voila!

My ornaments merely reflect the upside-down year we’ve had.

Shared by my friend, “Piane,” and technically-enabled by my son, I pass this gem on to you. I’ve laughed every time I watch it!

Enjoy your weekend.

After 31 years of wedded bliss, it only took 45 minutes to sit with the kitchen and bath specialist at Home Depot and order what I wanted. “We” wanted. That’s the part that only took 31 years. My spouse said, “Whatever she says.”

This is actually the point at which we began the deck project. We were really intent on upgrading our bathroom and making it more usable for us. Then – the weather was nice, COVID kept us sequestered, we had a wedding rehearsal planned, and the deck took priority. Now that we’re indoors with the same stipulations, sans a wedding, we are looking to do a project which will further cement our wedded bliss status. I’m pretty sure a bathroom remodel will do the trick.

Nothing brings people together more than shutting down a bathroom for a few months.

Along with your prayers of gratitude and calls to loved ones – remember –