It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

Of course my memory is evolving and most likely devolving as I traipse along through the seasons. It just seems colder this year and I am a little annoyed with the snow still hanging around. Even my trees haven’t budded early as they usually do, only to be walloped by Mother Nature a few times before giving a half-hearted bloom.

Moaning? We have more snow on the way this evening and I am thinking of past visits to Hawaiian warmth. Good thing I have my “babushka” hat, as my spouse has termed it. It is serving its purpose.

Maybe I’ll clean the oven tonight? It’s either that or a dance party. It’s getting desperate!

Avocados. It is impossible to have a dish which previously enjoyed an avocado to come out of the dishwasher clean. You might as well cave and wash it yourself.

Just doing a little clean up from the Sunday night gig. A healthy meal filled with lively banter and cheer. On to another lively week of cleaning!

It did occur to me as I was painting my piano room pink that I was channeling my inner Liberace. I am not a prodigy as he was but I do occasionally enjoy a bit of flamboyancy. I truly loved watching him perform – all that glitz and glam.

My neighbor, “Pann,” visited and viewed the progress and new digs yesterday. Apparently she noticed the nod to Liberace, too, suggesting I need a crystal chandelier to add the perfect touch. “Oh.” I already have a chandelier hanging in the corner.

I think the room was always supposed to be pink.

This is what prevents me from returning absolutely everything to its place. A thank you note received from a friend.

I think this is an easy call. Hope your day is full of easy decisions!

Well, the flooring is installed, the house needs recombobulating, and my aching bones crave a vacation. Yesterday was a mere tantalizing prelude to a warm weather tour.

It took twelve full hours – in our home, not including their loading and drive time – for our friends to remove and lay the carpet. They were strong, swift and very careful. They did not shun hard work, that is true. And, they enjoyed their mariachi music.

Music is good for the soul, and all I could think about was going to a nice warm beach and letting the sun radiate throughout my brain and body. We were so blessed to have the warmest day of the week for the endeavor as we opened windows and enjoyed the breezes. With the snow forecast for tonight? Well, I’m considering a short flight to our southern neighbor and a pinã colada. Either that, or I’m busting in on “Pat’s” Hawaiian vacation.

I’ll just dream about that little getaway as I return furniture, touch up paint, and do my early spring cleaning. Where’s Waldo? Can you spot the three benches?

That’s the way you spell “success.”

It was a great Super Bowl game. Since most of the party attendees had no vested interest in the teams, we cheered for good plays and excellent strategies. We ate amazing appetizers provided by all. We paid little attention to the ads, and though we tried to appreciate the half-time entertainment, we all enjoyed chatting and catching up with friends we hadn’t seen for weeks or more.

The Turkish chicken wings were a hit. My husband successfully adapted the recipe and I am sure we will have many iterations going forward.

I hear the pitter patter of carpet installers. On to the next successful venture!

What would you see out of your window while chatting with your sis?

My go-to spot while confabulating with my sister is the soon-to-be-painted room where I sit on the bench overlooking the street. As I did so last evening, an unknown red car came up our driveway and must have turned around, leaving the opposite way it came. I witnessed the departure while speaking to my riveted-with-the-details sister. We live on a dead end.

Someone was lost. My husband drove out to rescue the driver, an older woman, who obviously was in the wrong ‘hood. It’s happened before. The sad part of this tale?

We apparently have nothing better to do on a Friday evening.

Who had two years plus of a pandemic period to paint a room? Who waited until two days before a carpet install to actually achieve said goal?

As I was moving that boatload of music I pondered. “Shouldn’t I repaint this room before new carpet is installed rather than after?” At least I had the intelligence to answer, “yes.” This should be fun as I don’t have the paint, and really, I’d rather have more time.

Apparently I had to travel to a foreign country and purchase a hat to be inspired. I’m going with a 50’s throwback pink tone. And when I play the piano after it’s reinstalled I shall wear my pink hat. I think the theme for this year should have been “pink.” Then we could have celebrated by attending a Pink concert.

I guess we still can!

The site was experiencing turmoil and I almost couldn’t post this amazing revelation – I have way too much music in my paper library.

Beginning the move of music books and papers from my piano room, I am sifting through years of acquired tastes: Old sheet music from the 70’s, music from the 40’s and 50’s which my mother bought because she wanted those tunes, church accompaniment books, antique pieces my father got at auctions in the bottom of boxes no one wanted, musical scores from Broadway plays, old voice lesson pieces, Christmas music for every instrument including sing-along books, the “Tipsy Trio” binders. I’m going to be ruthless and maybe even organize it in the process.

The theme for this actually popped into my head yesterday at 6:30 am. I awoke singing, “Over hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail and those caissons go rolling along.” Seriously? That in my head? I knew it was merely inspiration because the first book I opened to see if I should keep it was “Tom Glazer’s Treasury of Folk Songs.” And which song did the book open to? The Caisson Song. I am not kidding.

Some of my music will be rollin’ along.

It’s nice to have a day or two of nothing. And then – wham! It all happens at once. Of course, these are first world problems.

We returned home to a dead car battery. Fixed yesterday. (A dead watch battery was fixed, also, but that doesn’t really count.) The carpet installers called and will be arriving Monday after the Super Bowl party. We might be asking guests to help us move furniture as they leave. The piano movers have to come this weekend to do their job first, so that’s scheduled, too. A truck with my husband’s mother’s furniture will be arriving this afternoon and will have to be stored somewhere. It just sounds like a lot of manual labor will be involved from here on out.

If you’re planning on visiting us, please come the following weekend when we will be putting everything back in its place. We could use your help.