It’s May 7 and it’s about 19 degrees. I don’t know if this weather is early or if it’s late. That’s the thing about living in Nova Scotia, our weather is never consistent. Regardless, it’s gorgeous. The sun is shining high and warming me all the way to my soul. These are the days I long for. The days when nostalgia takes over and I relive memories each time the wind sweeps my hair; I’m thrown back to days gone by. High school and college and days with my friends at beaches or soccer fields. Or days just spent driving around, longing for summer. Today is one of those days.
I should be at work but I had a medical appointment and took my lunch at the end of the day so I could come home instead of making my way back to the office, and I’m sitting on my deck, feet up, blazing sun beating down on me, flip flops just lingering on my toes. Oh how I love this. I am thrilled that Old Man Winter has finally departed us and Spring has sprung.
I am not one of those people who fare well being cooped up. I am too social to be a couch potato. I get my strength from my friends and being active and socializing. I always have. Mine is the way of the butterfly.
But who I am can vary depending on who I’m with. I can be a dancer or a comedian or a wine connoisseur or fitness coach (well, technically, I am). I’m a therapist and brawler and a bawler. And a baller.
You know how I always celebrate Birthday Week? I have multiple gatherings with multiple friends and multiple groups. This has been going on since I was little-ish. And mostly because a lot of my friends didn’t always like each other. This carried out through high school, and then when I hit college, many of my friends didn’t know each other, and the tradition has continued on for the same reasons. Some of my friends don’t like each other. But also, some of my friends don’t like some of the activities I do. The shopper doesn’t necessarily want to go dancing. And the running buddy may not want to sip wine. I wear many hats and I love my adventures, but not everyone is as resilient as I am.
I have a great group of friends who, at a moment’s notice, are able to ditch their lives and are up for whatever our days or night bring us, planned or unplanned. But I also have a friend or two that need a completely choreographed itinerary detailing our outing and who will be there. And I have friends who I like to keep to myself and who are reserved for end-of-week wine-and-dine and gabbing about how complete bullshit our work weeks have been. And I also have those friends who are up for any adventure I throw at them – Wanna drive to Quebec for a concert? Let’s go? Wanna come to a Fitness class with me at 6am? You got it! Wanna drive to the US for the weekend and go shopping? What time do we leave? Wanna do Mud Hero? Where do I sign up?
These are the many types of friends I have and the adventures we’ve had. These are my soul sisters. These are the girls that bring out my multiple personalities. I don’t have to chase their friendships, because they’re right there. Ready, waiting, willing.
In another episode of Sandy in the City, I spent the start of the week down in the City again working in another office. I mostly enjoy my time there, sometimes not. But for the most part, my days go by quickly, and my evenings are busy. Fortunately, I am who I am and have made a ton of new friends there and have kept myself occupied at night with dinners or drinks. And this week was no exception.
Tuesday night, a few of my new colleagues and I headed out to dinner after a long day. My new friends Morgan and Joe and I made our way to a lovely little hole in the wall in the heart of the City, where we dined under warm lights and were surrounded by gorgeous artwork.
We spent a few hours talking, getting to know each other, sipping drinks, laughing, and telling stories. I never really noticed before, but these two were hanging onto every word I said, lapping up my insane storytelling, and feeding my ego when they laughed at my jokes. None of us wanted the night to end, but mornings come early and eventually we had to go our separate ways.
But, I’d had two glasses or red wine that night. I never have two glasses of red wine. I barely ever have two glasses of white wine. But red hits me differently. My cheeks get flushed and I get hot. I drowse as my speech becomes faster and faster. Yet, I hadn’t noticed any of that happening until I got back to the hotel when I realized I was probably a wee bit tipsy. And the next morning I woke up (bright and early to hit the hotel gym) with a pounding headache and a fuzzy tongue. Yerp…I had a tiny hangover.
I trudged through my workout, had a hot shower, and chomped up breakfast. And coffee. Lots of coffee. Once I made it to work, Joe kept coming to check on me, knowing I would be heading home that afternoon. Morgan and I were working side-by-side and gabbed all day, by Joe is in a different department so he continuously popped by to chat.
Yesterday, back on home ground, I was walking with my coworker and telling her about my adventures and the conversations I’d had with Joe – that he’d divulged how much he enjoyed the company and the conversation and the new friendship. I said I found it a little strange that someone I barely knew had attached himself to me in the way that Joe had, but that I had a great evening with both him and Morgan, and that it’s not the first time I’d gone out with these new coworkers; people I’ve only known since December, and have spent days with on only a little more than a handful of occasions. But she said this didn’t surprise her at all. “Sandy”, she said, “You are kind and funny and happy, and beam light and personality. You have an amazing aura that people can see and it draws them to you. Honestly,” she said “People are drawn to you.”
I can’t tell you how that made me feel. I mean, what an incredible compliment.
I don’t know if I will be seeing Joe and Morgan and the rest of my newbies anytime soon, but we keep in touch and the plan is to get together next weekend at a club, whether that happens or not is yet to be seen. But, in the meantime, I’m going to let those words from my friend swim thru my mind a few more times. I wonder if people really can see my aura. I thought that was only for hippies and drug-induced nights in the 70s. But if they can, I will continue to try to beam the light that she sees.
When I was little, my parents were good friends with another couple, Red and Kitty. Red and Kitty had kids the same age as my brother and me. We loved spending time with Eric and Donna (if you get these name references, you’re awesome, btw!), but they lived far away, or at least what seems far away when you’re little. Probably an hour/hour and a halfish. But when you are a small child, that distance might as well be across the planet.
Regardless, we were always excited to have visits. We took trips to hotels together. We played games and Barbie dolls together. We had a blast. But then, our visits just stopped and, although I’ve though about Eric and Donna a lot over the many years, I’d never really questioned it what happened. Not until this past October.
Husband and I were out with my parents and it dawned on me to ask …. whatever happened to……..? And, it turns out, Red and Kitty got a divorce. That’s why we stopped having our visits.
But, me being me, I did a little recon on social media and found Donna (and Eric) and decided to revisit the past. I sent her a message, asked her if her dad was Red, and went on to explain who I was. After a few days of back and forth, she offered to get together for a hike. Turns out, she lives less than 10 minutes from me!
We got together the next day for a little hike and catch up and we’ve been getting together for the past 5 months. We’ve played tennis, gone hiking, but mostly, we will have a meet at the end of the week and vent about our jobs over drinks (and sometimes food).
In fact, we had a get together a few night ago and four hours zipped by. We gab and gab and laugh and tell stories and try to remember our childhoods together. I have a ridiculously accurate memory and the more I tell her, the more she remembers “Oh my gosh” she’ll say; “I remember that!”
The other night she told me my initial message to her, asking if her dad was Red Foreman, she thought I was about to tell her I was her long-lost sibling from a sordid affair. She said once I explained to her who I was, she went right to her mother and Kitty said “oh yes, Donna, it’s legit. This is all true. You two were the best of friends and played together all the time.” I’m glad Kitty vouched for me.
Donna says Red thinks it’s a hoot that we’re back together and hanging out. Red and my parents still talk and see each other occasionally, so I’m waiting for the conversation they have over this reunion.
But that’s who I am.
Donna and I have plans to go ice skating and winery hopping soon and I can’t wait. And it turns out we have so many friends in common. I mean, who woulda thunk?
Every meet and greet we have is an adventure of sharing new and old stories and laughing our asses off…and sipping really good wine. A new old friend, she is. Like putting on a cozy old sweater and reliving it’s warmth and comfort.
Y’know, it wasn’t that long ago that Saturday nights were made for parties, bar hopping, and dancing the night away. But since Covid has destroyed all hope of there being any place to dance, and since we’re in the midst of winter here in Nova Scotia (which limits going out even more because snow and brrrr!!), some Saturday nights are made for games…and of course wine and food.
Last weekend, Husband and I spent Saturday evening with some friends playing Cards Against Humanity (praying for redemption the following day). This night had been planned for weeks and I was so looking forward to it. Husband is definitely a homebody, and I am the social butterfly. I thrive in social settings, make friends easily, and love a good outing (there are plenty of stories to come from my Sandy in the City times the past few months). But, I was able to coax Husband out for the night and we had a blast. Honestly, I haven’t laughed that hard and that long for a while.
We girls of the group had made the arrangements, shared some of our appetizer ideas in a group chat on social media, and sprung up a cutsie little menu. Nothing huge or outrageously elegant, just some delectable little goodies we’d been wanting to try (having a party is a great excuse to try new foods). We laid out a little buffet, had some bottles of wine, and enjoyed our little festivities. The time flew by as we belly laughed and stuffed our faces with h’or deuvres fresh from our kitchens.
Eventually, the night was over and we broke off or gathering. But I can honestly say that that little gathering of last Saturday night soothed my soul. I’ve needed that kinda night for a while. And although I’m longing to go dancing with my friends, some Saturday nights are made for games and laughing with your favorite friends.
It’s been a chilly weekend here in Nova Scotia, and as I sit here, this Sunday evening, we await an incoming storm. Or maybe not. We’re not quite sure; that’s Nova Scotia weather for you. But, it’s been cold the last few nights. And last night was, by far, the prickliest of them all.
Husband went to a hockey game and, although it would have been nice to stay home, snuggled up in the warmth of my hot tub or a blanket and my cat, I needed to get out. Actually, I was out the night before. I wanted to get out. An escape with a friend, nestled with a bottle of wine and some good girl talk.
Early yesterday morning I made plans with a new old friend (and I promise, that story is coming soon enough!) to meet around 7pm for drinks. I had a busy day that included a visit to an emergency clinic, and a guitar lesson, and a visit with some friends/family. And my evening out was the cherry on top.
We met at little restaurant, where I requested to sit “wherever it’s the warmest”. I was led to a table, tucked away in the mid-back of the dining room, cozied up right next to a fireplace. Ahhhh…it was perfect. As I waited for my girlfriend to arrive, I perused the drink menu – wine or sangria? WINE OR SANGRIA??? Of course I went with the wine (first). We sipped our glasses, caught up since our last date, almost a month ago, nibbled a bit, and enjoyed the atmosphere. This is not Emily in Paris, this is rural Novelle Ecosse on a cold winter’s night. But it was perfect.
With twinkling mini-lights adding to the quaint ambience, and the music playing in the background, a soundtrack to our former lives, of our teenage years. Of course, I enjoyed a glass of sangria before the night was over. It was a perfect catch-up on a brisk night in January.
It’s Friday night, December 22. Christmas is in just three days. And I’m pooped.
For weeks on end, I have been going non-stop, hitting the gym, working long hours, teaching classes, training clients, traveling back and forth to the City for work, sleeping in hotels, hiking up and down the city streets so that I don’t have to pay for parking, dealing with an infection around my heart, and getting ready for Christmas. On top, of course, staying on top of my social calendar and living a Hallmark-style December.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas….just a good night’s sleep
This week, I did not sleep well. Each night at the hotel, I was awake by 3:30am. The last two nights at home, I have slept a combined less than 6 hours (I’ve been awake since about 12:30 last night). I’m exhausted. Physically and completely drained.
I got up this morning and ready for the gym extra early. I was in the McDonald’s drive-thru at 5:01 (they open at 5) so that I could suck back a coffee on my way to work out. I worked out, then worked today until our office closed at noon. I then had a client back at the gym. Afterward, I had to stop and get groceries, before heading home. Husband and I got in at the same time and decided immediately to jump into the hot tub. It’s a very cold day with a wind chill, and we’d both worked out hard. The hot tub was welcomed. And then we cozied up on the couch, but my chest and heart were hurting and I considered going back to the ER. However, I ended up passing out on couch in a good nap. I never nap. This is my second nap in a week, so my body and mind are buckling under the pressure (and not sleeping).
So here I am on the Friday night before Christmas, drinking hot mulled cider while cookies bake in the oven, battling to keep my eyes open. I have a charcuterie board to put together for a festive gathering (aka a party), goodies to prepare for Christmas Eve and Christmas dinners, and still some wrapping and sorting. Not to mention the regular day-to-day chores and whatnot to complete.
My goal for tonight, though, is to sleep. Nothing else, just sleep. I’m looking forward to a long winter’s slumber in just one night. In just a few short hours, I am hoping to be there.
I spent another few days working in the City this week, and I’m gearing up to head down for a few more days after the weekend.
This trip was a bit different. I headed down after work one afternoon (instead of on the weekend). I had a few shops to stop at before arriving at the hotel. But once I did, I unpacked a few things and then headed out on a quick tour. I just can’t resist. The City is lit up like a Christmas tree and the night life is on par with what you’d expect this time of year. Lots of wanderers, lots of couples and singles roaming and enjoying the holiday glitz.
I have made it my marker to stop and have a glass of sangria at new places whenever I can, and that’s what I did before heading back to the hotel to have dinner and unwind. Let me tell you, the hills did me in this time around. My heart and chest still hurt, and this was early in the week so I was in the middle (hopefully nearing the end) of the infection around my heart. I had to rest several times as I made the trek to the top of the hill (the very top!!) where my hotel sits. Once I returned to the hotel, I had a coughing fit and my heart rate would not settle. More than an hour later, and after a hot shower and a climb into my California King bed, my heart rate was still around 130 bpm. I was exhausted (as does happen when your heart rate is that high) and eventually I fell asleep. My body was thankful.
The next evening I had plans with my aunt and uncle to meet up to explore the Evergreen Festival. It turns out, my visit last week was nothing compared to this week as the festival was in full swing. The smell of Christmas trees and other goodies filled the air as Donna, Alan, and I had a wonderful time winding thru the vendors, sampling wines, smelling candles and soaps, warming our hands by the fires, and strutting the boardwalk.
Eventually, I had enough touring. It was extremely cold and my chest was beginning to hurt, and I knew I had to hike back up that damn hill. I said my goodbyes and mingled my way through the hustle and bustle of the busy streets and festival goers. Christmas was in full swing.
As I climbed, again, what seemed like Everest, panting and puffing, I stopped for a rest at this sweet little restaurant that has an overflow of twinkling lights. I had a glass of sangria while I waited for my takeout order of guacamole rings (yes, they are a thing and yes, you need to try them) while having the nicest conversation with my server, Abi (He said not to forget his name).
I returned to my suite, stuffed my face with half the order of guac rings, while sipping a small glass of wine, and pondered over my ability to make my own Christmas magic.
Last week, after my first day in this different office, in a City not my own, making my way back to a hotel I’d be calling home for a few weeks, my mom asked me something like “Have the people been nice?” or “Has anyone talked to you?” And I responded “You know me, I can step into a strange place, not knowing a soul, and within two minutes have three best friends.” And it’s true. I have been fortunate enough, during my Hallmark stay, to be surrounded by kindness and appreciation, and welcomed with opened arms. In just after my very first day, I’d been invited to a Christmas party, and out for drinks, and for a coffee date.
My Hallmark moments include all of those things. And I can’t wait to see what my return this week will bring.
This has been a whirlwind of a weekend. I’ve been snuggled up with my heating pad on my chest whenever I could, but there’s really no downtime this time of year. Yesterday I had a wonderful shopping date with my nephew, more shopping after, and a date with my husband. My heart and chest hurt, but things need to get done and this coming week shows no end in sight for busyness. Especially since I have to head away for work for a few more days.
Friday night, however, my friends and I had plans to head to a winery for drinks and the light tour. If you remember from last year, I went a few times. There was a plan for 6 or 7 of us to go, but life happens, a few people called out sick, one forgot, etc., etc. And although I was feeling like I just wanted to be home, buried in a heap of hot water and heating pads, I couldn’t bail on my friend. So Kim and I headed out for a date on our own.
Kim was really determined to have dinner at The Church, a converted church in one of our local towns, that is now a micro-brewery and fine dining establishment. It really is quite beautiful, and it was the perfect way to start off our evening.
Church Brewing is a gorgeous atmosphere anytime of the year. The snow added to the ambience.
We dined and gabbed and indulged in festive sangria, all by candlelight and dim lighting. It’s a sweet place for dates (Husband I have gone a few times), intimate dining, or a small wedding gathering (a bride and groom came in just as we were heading out).
From there, we made our way to Benjamin Bridge – a local winery, just a few minutes from my parents’ home. Once again, the winery has its light show set up for the winter season. It’s absolutely stunning and I was excited to make the tour again.
The winery was hosting a private event, as well as a friends and family event. Since Kim’s daughter works at Benjamin Bridge, we got free drinks, making the night even better.
Once we had our glasses filled, Kim and I made our way outside and around the grounds. The night was cold, making it hard to keep a good grip on the stem of my delicate wine glass. Kim and I shared a pair of mittens, and I shoved my other hand in the pocket of my coat.
The light show was a little different than the previous year, and there were also some staples. It was all stunning. Plenty of people were sitting outside, cozied around fireplaces, wrapped in complimentary blankets, sipping their Wild Rock and Rieslings.
The warmth of the fireplaces drew us back to the boutique where we shopped and mingled.
It was a lovely, inviting evening, and I’m looking forward to go again – and again and again. But this evening was near perfect, with the exception of the cold air – my heart and chest were hurting by the end of the night, and as I walked back up the hill to my car, I thought I might collapse. Hopefully the coming week(s) will bring healing to me from this infection. Regardless, I will not let these moments, Yule and otherwise, pass me by.
On the Third Post of Christmas, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
It’s Black Friday Weekend! And it’s been a busy weekend. It’s been a busy week! I was oh-so-thankful when Friday rolled around. Initially, Husband and I were supposed to go out on the town Friday night, but we changed plans early Friday morning. I was half pissy and I knew we had plans later in the weekend. Instead, he went to a hockey game and I spent some time with one of my BFFs, Angie. Friday was one of those days that hits you in the heartstrings and I needed to giggle with my girl. So, I grabbed some dinner and a few bottles of wine and made my way to her place after a very.long.day.
Sometimes, all a girl need is her best friends, and the world is right again. Wine and Christmas lights and a movie to drown out the noise.
Although Friday is the official namesake day , yesterday, Saturday, is my traditional day to Black Friday shop. I did make some purchases online Friday, but Saturday is my day to actually get out to stores and buy. I did well. I made a big dent and I needed to get out into crowds and people and the buzz. It’s what I need; it’s what I crave.
I also put my Christmas tree up and did some decorating yesterday. Of course, I had a Hallmark movie playing in the background while I strung up lights and hung my favorite ornaments. And when Husband returned from playing hockey, we had a hot tub date in the light of the full moon, then we went to dinner with friend and had a lovely little time.
I make friends wherever I go
I woke up so early this morning. Typical, these days. And at 6:30 I crawled out of bed, lit up the tree, and sipped my coffee to the warm glow of twinkling lights in my living room. I swear, Christmas lights sooth my soul.
Husband and I had a date planned. Well, I told Husband a few weeks ago that I had a date planned and he obliged. Semi-willingly. We spent the afternoon jumping from one winery to another. Two local wineries were hosting holiday markets and I had it marked on the calendar for weeks.
We first went to Luckett’s Vineyard, a beautiful winery in the Gaspereau Valley. I spent my birthday here about 10 years ago, and it’s always a lovely time. Today was a perfect day to roam the vineyard, sip wine, and weave thru the waves of people in the inside market of local artisans. I indulged in a flight of 5 (try the Rosetta!!) and handcrafted cheese. Husband and I made our way down to the Red Box Phone Booth for a few photos in the sunshine, too.
The wreath is my favorite thing from today’s markets, made from hand-spun wool, it was so beautiful. The flight of wine was my second favorite.
From there, we moved on to Benjamin Bridge. These wineries are just minutes from each other. In fact, there are a cluster of wineries in the Gaspereau/Wolfville/Port Williams area (all within minutes of each other). Nova Scotia’s soils and varying climates (don’t get me started on how it can snow in the backyard and have bright shining sun in the front!) give way to favorable conditions for grape growing. We offer an illustrious market of wines to satisfy any palate.
Both wineries were packed – shoulder-to-shoulder inside, and dozens of people roaming the grounds. Benjamin Bridge has patios and chairs around fires on marbled stone and light shows with music playing. You can sit and snack and sip and spend the day (or evening!). It’s a gorgeous atmosphere and we ran into several friends, which just made it better, as we roamed the market.
The day was brilliant and it’s exactly what I wanted out of it. I wanted a Hallmark afternoon with my husband, without the distraction of phones or tv or sports. This is the Sunday I’ve been waiting for.
On the Second Post of Christmas, I’ll tell you about the annual craft fair.
Amy (aka Applehoe aka Amy Whoreface, from days long ago) is a graphic designer and for years, she has designed publications for the annual craft fair held at Acadia University. And for years, Amy and I have had a standing date to attend the fair together (she gets a handful or two of free tickets).
The fair runs Friday through Sunday, and we always go on Saturday. We sip peppermint mochas and stick to our regular path – always doing our top lap before venturing down to the main floor, where we wind our way up and down the lanes, circling back for anything we can’t take our minds away from.
Each year, we get semi-smashed on the free booze samples – a ton of local wineries make appearances, although this year there was no a single one!; often craft ciders (Nova Scotia has plenty of those now too), liqueurs, and other alcoholic goodies, while we find treasure in hand-crafted soaps and candles and a kaleidoscope of other goodies and treats.
Although Amy and I both said we weren’t going to buy any soap this year (because we need more artisinal soap like we need a hole in the head), we both splurged on a few.
My absolute favorite. Anything with Patchouli makes me happyThe displays are so enticing – and they smell delightful!The most adorable card holderWith the most inviting display…..And the most inviting atmosphere….by far my favorite booth This was a newbie to usWhere I picked up some seasoning and drink mix/rimmersI grabbed a few new coffeesCaleb got us tipsy on his moonshine (again!). His Root Beer and Apple Pie shines are to die for!I drooled and drooled over these gorgeous earrings (sadly, I left them)And then I actually drooled over this Skor Candy Apple…….
And that wraps up another year of favorites from Acadia and the first weekend of Yule Blogging.
It’s early Sunday morning. Two days before Halloween. It’s dark and eerie and quiet. Husband is still asleep, and kitty slumbers away on her warm fuzzy blankets in the spare bedroom. And I’m enjoying my morning brew while candles flicker in the semi-darkness of the living room.
And, although I am struggling this morning with the news of Matthew Perry’s death, our beloved Friend, I am here and I’m writing and I’m thinking about where I was exactly one year ago today (https://welcometosandyland.wordpress.com/2022/10/29/the-air-out-there/): Struggling then with a depression that crept in and took over. I was talking about it yesterday with a friend, and remembering how I came home sobbing, after crying over dinner and drinks, and how I felt empty and achy. And I am thankful that I don’t feel that way (completely) anymore.
And I’m thinking about how last year I was not in the mood for Halloween, or anything really, I was just kind of existing. But this year I’m different. Mostly. I’m mostly back to my old self. There’s a tiny bit of that depression still there – just lingering below the surface. Some days it pops up, laughing at me, “Ha ha! Don’t forget about me!“, but most days, I’m the one laughing.
This time around I have been eagerly (EAGERLY) awaiting Fall. I have embraced it. I have soaked up the sun and inhaled the scents of Autumn. The air smells differently in Fall and I always take a big, deep inhale – ahhhh….the leaves! The crispness! The way the air blows! It all smells differently. And I love it.
And, to be completely truthful, I am in full anticipation of Christmas! Oh yes! I have been waiting for it since September. My Fall decorations are in full bloom in and outside of my house, but I am giddy to decorate for Christmas. I’m not rushing it, but I will welcome it. Don’t get me wrong, I am not keen to start wearing pants and socks and heavy coats, but my heart is ready for shopping and baking and Hallmark movies. I love the ring-a-ding-ding of Christmas bells, and the rush of crowds, and the chimes of every holiday noise.
Bring it on!
Last week I went away with some friends for an October adventure. We shopped, we toured, we visited Fall markets and Lush stores full of Spooky Halloween bath treats, and all I could think about was “I can’t wait for Christmas shopping”. That’s where I am today. And I feel very blessed to be here.
Yesterday we had crazy hot, 27 degree, sunshiney weather. It was a gorgeous day and I got outside and played tennis and celebrated afterward with a summery drink. Today is cold. And I’m supposed to be doing something Halloweeney, and I’m excited to do it, but honestly, I just can’t get the thoughts of Christmas out of my head. This is a good thing, this excitement. It’s welcomed – with open arms! Because last year I hurt. I just hurt. Right now, in this moment, I am bursting with goodness and anticipation and visions of sugar plums dance in my head.
I have the travel bug! I have been dying to get out of Nova Scotia for years now, but Covid kept us secluded and isolated for so long. Once restrictions were (semi) lifted, Husband and I got to do some traveling in and around the province, even our honeymoon had to be within Nova Scotia. But there are no restrictions and I am down to tour!
Husband and I have been contemplating a few vacation destinations, although he is happy to continue to tour the province. That being said, we did make it to Ottawa in March for an NHL game, and in April I jumped over to New Brunswick for a quick weekend with a friend. But it’s nearing summer and I want to travel. I need to get out and explore – to invade new territory. To continue my ever-growing Goonie adventures.
I have friends who are forever travelling. A work buddy is currently in the United Kingdom and Europe, Steph is heading to Pennsylvania next week (and just got back from my Bucket list item #2), and friends are constantly travelling South for resort getaways.
We have tentative plans to hit Toronto and Newfoundland (Hello, cousin Anne!!), but I want to expand my travels. I want to go to New York (a quick flight from Toronto) and to the UK and back to Vancouver. It’s just a matter of sitting down, planning out, and forcing Husband to get his damn passport!
With or without him, I am going to travel this year. I’ve got plans, I’ve got the itch, and I’ve got my bucket list.
Bucket List 1: Greece
For years, every time I’d go to the dentist, I’d stare up to the ceiling where she had tacked a poster of Greece. It was beautiful and exotic and, over the years I have spent hours staring and the mountain side and envisioning myself there.
And then, about 15 or 16 years ago Ames loaned me Nights of Rain and Stars by Maeve Binchy. Reading that book solidified my desire to visit and explore Greece. I became enamoured with Greece, and I sunk myself into the book so that I could explore that countryside through the pages.
I just want to be there. I want to explore and swim and roam. I want to sleep with the windows open and the stars twinkling above me. Greece is my unicorn.
Bucket List2: Cayman Islands
When I was 8 or 9 I found myself with a coin from the Cayman Islands. The 10 cent piece with the swimming turtle. I was fascinated by it and became obsessed with traveling to the Caymans. It sounded tropical and adventurous, and that coin began my collection.
Downtown Georgetown, financial district
In John Grisham’s The Firm, there is a lot of travel to the Caymans. That book and movie have provided me with more visualization of this beautiful place. And she will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.
Bucket List 2: Salem
Oh boy. If you have been a reader of this blog, or know me at all, you will know that I have been captivated by witches for basically ever. So it makes sense that it’s been on my bucket list, since I was in high school, to go to Salem, Mass….where the infamous witch trials took place. Salem at Halloween is ideal. Actually, Angie and I had been set to go a few years back. We’d been planning to travel to Freeport, Maine to participate in a harvest race, and then keep going toward Salem. But, Angie found out she was pregnant and our plans changed. But, we are set to go again. We’re hoping again for October.
Salem. Filled with intrigue and excitement and spookiness and history; but also with malevolence and sadness. Historic moments that are perfect for the movies, but abhorrent in their true existence.
Bucket List 3: New York City
Oh NYC, you are one of a kind! New York has been on my travel list since I was in elementary school and played M.A.S.H. with my friends. New York is the place adventures are made. It’s the central place for dreams being made. And it’s one of the top places I need to get to. But, New York on my bucket list, would be complete and perfect at Christmas
I imagine Christmas in New York would be like stepping into a Hallmark movie – with lights and glitter and snow falling. It would be a dream to go skating at Rockerfeller Center, and see a taping of SNL and Drew, to go window shopping in the snow, and watch the Macy’s parade. There is always something to add to the New York bucket list.
And there you have it. My travel list…my dream vacations. My ideal wanderlust What’s on your list?
Early one morning last year, Husband and I awoke to the hoot of an owl. It sounded very close and was extremely loud. Loud enough to wake us, at least.
I got up and opened the back door. Our big back yard sprawls into a huge lawn and is encircled by trees that venture deep into the forest. I listened and again heard the distinct “hoo hoo hoo”. I glanced to my right, and sure enough, there was a huge owl, perched in a tree to the side of our house, glaring at me like I was an intruder.
The look of judgement.
Later that day I was telling two co-workers, Brandon and Dylan, about my wake of the morning; “…and there was an owl in the backyard.”
Brandon said “Who?”, and I, naively said “No, an owl.”
Brandon and Dylan gave each other a quick glance and then it resonated with me, like that time Phoebe finally understood “Central Perk“, and out came an “Oh!”…..
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And then I let out the most uninhibited laugh I have ever released. Something from deep within, a mixture of embarrassment and humility and innocence from not recognizing my egregious mistake….especially with these two, Brandon and Dylan – best bud and work boyfriend – who, by the way, would not allow me to forget this incident anytime in the imminent future.
*Side Note – I wrote this a few weeks ago when we were on vacation.
Via The Food Network
Husband and I are currently in another province on vacation. We are staying with kind folks who have provided us with shelter and food…lots of food. We have not gorged, but there has been an abundance of food and drink. Wine, shots, beer, coffee, and water laced with orange and, I think rosemary – which has been my drink of choice and has been entirely divine.
Our hosts were lovely….a couple who both have been working from home and who enjoy cooking and dining and extravagant meals. Some simple dinners that seemed luxurious – blackened chicken and pasta, the most gorgeous salad I’ve ever seen and devoured, barbecue so out-of-this-world it made me want to fly home and light up my grill. These people enjoy food. And drink…loootsa drink.
And I noticed they watch The Food Network; something I never do. But I should. I definitely should. I love to cook. I love to create, but since moving and getting married, I don’t spend nearly as much time in the kitchen as I used to when I was living single and didn’t have a commute. Once upon a time I’d immerse myself in cookbooks and Rachel Ray magazines and I’d have dinner parties – even if it were only one or two people (Ames would usually be the benefactor of my former life’s culinary skills.) – and try new recipes that would light up stage, front and centre, of course, the secret ingredient always being love. And I loved cooking. I loved the creativity and the stress and how accomplished I would feel when executing the perfect dish.
I should watch The Food Network. I mean, I can Pinterest the shit out of recipes as much as the next person, but Pinning a recipe and creating a meal – and a memory – are two distinctly different things. I need to watch The Food Network.
Whilst in Greek Town a few years ago, again, I was immersed in hospitality and kindness. The Greek are an entirely different genre of host, lavashing in wine and charcuterie and olive oils. With the Greek, food is a complete celebration – no matter what time of day it is, no matter what the meal or occasion. One afternoon after a little shopping tour we came back and celebrated Saturday afternoon with a vibrant spread of fancy cheeses, several hummuses and dips, pitas and crackers – and wine. So much delicious wine. My time with the Greek is exotic- like walking into a different dimension – and my palate was extremely pleased.
I need to watch The Food Network.
~Ciao
*SIDE NOTE 2 – I have stepped up my game since returning from our trip. I tip my chef’s hat at a few meals I’ve made that husband was impressed with; including one today.
It’s late-ish Friday night, the night before Christmas Eve. It’s been a long day. In fact, it’s been a long week. I’m exhausted. I’ve had a busy day – and week. As usual, I was up at 5am to hit the gym before moving onto work. Our office closed at noon (and we did the least amount of work possible), I left at noon, I got home at 8. Did I mention it was a long day?
But, I got my hair done, I got to spend time with cousins and a puppy, I got ALL my Christmas shopping (and some grocery shopping) finished; wrapped presents, had a date with my husband, and now, here I am, hunkering down; trying to unwind. Here in Nova Scotia we are having some sort of hurricane, unusual for this time of year, normally we’d be having a snowstorm. But, this Tibbs Eve the winds are blowing and the rains are coming down with a vengeance. There are already tons of people without power, and our lights just flickered.
This week has been so much better than the last few; aside from one bad day, I’ve been feeling a tad better than I have been. My friends have embraced me, trying to heal me, not giving me the time to feel the ache in the pit of my stomach or the wrench of my heart. My week has been very fulfilled and that, in itself, has been a gift of Christmas.
Tomorrow is a big day. Bigger than Christmas. Tomorrow will bring excitement and busyness and stress. I know it’s coming. It will be there when I wake up in the morning. Thankfully, I don’t have to get up and hit the gym or go to work. My goal for tomorrow morning is to linger in sleep as long as I can (I had difficulty sleeping this week and I look forward to an uninterrupted slumber), and when I decide to haul my lazy butt out of bed, I want to spend part of my morning in front of the glow of my Christmas tree, sipping my coffee, and being present in the solitude of the morning before Christmas.
I know that eventually, I’ll have plenty to do – finish wrapping presents, getting the house in order, preparing food, and getting ready for Christmas Eve festivities.
But, in the morning, before the rest of the world (or household) is stirring, I just want to be alone with my tree, leaving my thoughts behind, and letting go of my heavy heart. Just me, my tree, and the silence of the morning before Christmas.
A few weeks ago I decided I wanted to make something Christmassy. The idea popped into my head one morning, and I gave it a quick thought and came up with Cranberry Butter. Wait. Is that even a thing? I’ve made pumpkin butter in the past, and I’ve heard of apple butter. But cranberry butter?
So I kept it on my radar and did some Googling here and there over the weeks. None of the recipes I stumbled upon were quite what I was looking for. I wanted something simple and light, nothing too decadent or rich in calories (some recipes call for a ton of actual butter and that is not what I wanted), that would pair well in the morning with toast, or to dip apple slices in. So, I came up with my own self-sufficing recipe and it turned out perfectly.
Cranberries (pureed)
Apple sauce
Chinese Spice (clove, cinnamon, star anise…some other things)
A Squeeze of orange and
A little orange zest
Throw everything in a pot and bring to a boil. Once it boils, reduce heat and continue cooking (and stirring) for 10 minutes. Reduce to simmer and allow ingredients to thicken.
It’s about 5pm on Sunday. I’m sitting in my living room watching a Hallmark Christmas movie, sipping warm mulled wine, and listening to the wind blow and snow fall outside. That’s right! It’s snowing! It started around lunch time and has been coming down heavily ever since. I’m not prepared for the snow. I’m not ready for road salt and slushy walks and soppy socks. But I am ready for the holidays to start. And this weekend has booted it into full force.
This weekend kicked off the annual Holly Days in my town. The last few years I’ve made the efforts to get my butt out there and get into the swing of Christmas things, and I stayed true to my newest tradition.
Friday happened to be my day off, and I woke up to a dusting of snow on the lawns. This was perfect coinciding with the later evening’s festivities. I soaked in my hot tub and watched the sun burst through the sky, however, and what little snow remained was soon gone…melted away by a determined sunshine, in spite of it being ridiculously cold. I was excited for what was to come in the evening. I had plans with a friend, and a hoard of ideas for how we were going to celebrate the beginning of the holiday season. But, a half hour before I was set to head out, she texted me that she was ill and was canceling. Not a huge problem. But these community activities are always more fun with a friend. Fortunately, BFF Angie invited me to come with her and her kids. And that’s what I did. Plans were a little bit different than I had initially intended, but we had a fantastic time! We got to see Santa, we got to mingle with friends and our town, we got to see the tree lighting, and we got to have dinner together. The kids had a great time and so did Angie and I.
Yesterday, Saturday, was the annual Acadia Craft Expo. As noted in past entries, Amy and I have had a standing date for this event for years. Amy, a graphic designer, has designed for this for years and always gets us free tickets. It’s always a lot of fun for us. We spend most of the fair getting tipsy on boozy vendor samples and spending too much money on things we don’t need. I held myself back this year and only got the basics…wine (from a vendor I fell in love with last year), and a garlic brush. I also brought home some candy cane fudge, but only because I had to break a $10 for Amy and it just felt right to do this. The fudge is good but way too rich and sweet. It’s a one bite is enough kind of thing, and believe me, as good as it is, one bite is more than enough.
With today’s snowfall, Sunday seems to have solidified the beginning of the Christmas season for me.
We are two days away from Halloween – and I just can’t get in the mood.
Every year I look forward to October (my favorite month!) and to Fall and to Halloween. But this year, I’m just not feeling any of it.
I have been extremely sleep deprived lately; having another onset of insomnia episodes. I’ll fall asleep fairly easily, most of the time, but waking up as early as 1am, without the ability to get back to sleep. My mind reels, and then I get angry, and I lay there. Wide Awake, waiting to get up and start my damn day. And with the sleep deprivation comes emotional roller coasters. It’s terrible. I don’t feel like myself a lot of the time; and the last few days I’ve been going through a depression that 100% got the best of me yesterday. I cried off and on for most of the day, to the point I was sobbing in a restaurant (which resulted in our server asking twice if she could give me a hug), sobbing in my car in the parking lot of a grocery store, sobbing in my bathtub, and sobbing in my husband’s arms. On top of sobbing at work and having minor meltdowns throughout the day. Last night, however, I had a few glasses of wine with a girlfriend after work, and then taking a few sleeping pills before bed. I slept about 10 hours, with the exception of a 5am wide awake, staring at walls session, before drifting back off. My body and mind needed the recoup.
That’s who I’ve been lately. That’s not who I am normally. And it’s affecting my outlook on everything, including my love and excitement of Halloween.
We have also been experiencing an Indian Summer of sorts ’round these parts, with warm weather and humidity, and it hasn’t felt too much like autumn weather this month. With the exception of today. This morning we woke to frosty lawns and air so cold we could see our breath. And of course, the sunshine and changing colors of trees and falling leaves have all left us with the impression of a regular October, for the most part, it’s felt like an extension of summer, complete with mosquitos.
I haven’t even participated in any spooky movies for October. Although, we did watch the new Halloween a few days ago and it sucked terribly. Honestly, whose idea was that? I was rooting for Michael Myers this time.
But yesterday. Let me tell you about yesterday morning. When I left my gym shortly after 7 am, I came outside to darkness, as the sun struggled to come up, and as I walked to my car, I took a deep, long inhale and it smelled like Christmas! The air was crispy, but not cold, and I could taste cool December and cloves and chimney smoke. And I am so entirely in the mood for Christmas. I cannot wait to start watching Hallmark movies and decorating and sharing glasses of spiced wine while sugar cookie candles burn. Maybe Christmas is what I need to bring me out of this funk that I feel I have fallen so deep into. I crave the noise of carols playing while we roam streets, and the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping, and the crowds of people who walk by smiling while struggling to balance their bags of presents and food.
I cannot wait to be in it. To be in the air of Christmas and the full fledge of holidays. I am not looking forward to cold weather and wearing boots (and pants!) and having cold toes all the time. But I am eager to become overjoyed with the abundance of love and gratefulness that oncoming Christmas makes me feel.
The air out there changes me. And I am desperate to breathe it in.
We are supposed to be at a Christmas party tonight. But, Covid has us stayin’ at home. Our numbers are rising here in Nova Scotia, and the new variant is kickin’ our butts.
So, instead of our Jingalingin’, I’m touching up my roots, preparing to watch a movie with the hubs, and thought that, while my color is processing, I’d Blog about my recent adventures.
I had yesterday off, which worked out well because it gave me the opportunity to get out and get some shopping done. I met with my friend Velvet in a nearby town. (All our little towns are connected and are usually a hop, skip, or a jump away. Its when we travel to the City that we actually have to travel any distance.) We decided right away to hit this little local coffee house, North Mountain Coffee (https://www.northmountaincoffee.com/) , for a holiday drink. I had a peppermint mocha and she had a hot apple cider (which she ended up spilling all over her later in the day.). North Mountain Coffee is local to Berwick and is family owned and operated. It’s a sweet little gem of a place.
Once we grabbed our drinks, we walked up the street to a big discount store. It’s a bit of an eyesore, but I always seem to find at least one little treasure in there each year. And this year was no exception. I found a gift that I know will knock it out of the park. After a bit of shopping, we roamed across the street for lunch at the Union Street Cafe. If you’ve been a long-time reader of this blog, you will recognize the Union Street as a place I frequented years ago for weekend drinks and entertainment. Although ownership has changed (it was formerly run by my friend Jenny and her family), the atmosphere remains unique and the food is always delightful.
After lunch, we continued down the street to another local treasure. Market Between the Mountains (https://www.marketbetweenthemountains.ca/) is a magical place I have heard about for a few years, but never managed to visit. Until Friday. And oh my! What a spectacular treat.
This Christmas “tree” is so pretty in the dark.
I am a sucker for bath bombs and candles, so this Market is right up my alley. But they have so much more than that.
They have hand crafted soaps, bath and shower bombs, beard oil (and entire lines of men’s grooming products), candles, jewelry, jams, local candies and hot drink mixes, clothing, ornaments, souvenirs, purses and bags, wedding stuff, wine glasses, and so many other unique gifts. I managed to get a few gifts – and maybe something for myself. Check out their Facebook site or their webpage (https://www.marketbetweenthemountains.ca/).
We checked out a few other locations and I met a man on or travels. He asked me if I’ve been good this year and we had a good chuckle.
After a few more stops, we decided it was time to head onto our separate ways. All in all, it was a fun little local adventure.
OH! I almost forgot. I found out Friday that I won second place in my office’s Ugly Sweater Contest.
I think the hidden booze helped me win
This fuzzy sweater has jingle bells, lights, tinsel, flashing icicles, a snow globe, a mittens clip, a partridge in a pear tree, decorations, and a Christmas stocking – which holds a full bottle of wine (tied with a bow).
When I was 12, my brother and I joined a softball team. I was not overly athletic when I was little, but I was excited to join. After our first few practices, my friend Kim, who was staying at our place for a few days, tagged along to a practice. She decided to join the team too and it made for elation.
Our little team, the Boulders, was terrible. Oh my gosh, we were so bad. Not necessarily at the game, but we were a new team with no money, a weirdo for a coach, and our home field was nothing to write (home) about. I should also state that for the first few weeks I was sporting a cast on a broken left arm. And I’m super clumsy. So, I was determined not to get hit or re-injured. Kim always has said that I looked like a little ballerina out there…swinging the bat with one arm.
I was terrified of the ball too. I hated being stuck in right field, which I often was. Probably because most hits are center or to the left. Which, I was relieved for, but also terrified that the ball would come at me. But eventually, I got less scared, I got more aggressive (not a lot back then, but some), and my eventually my cast came off.
And as I improved, so did our team. Our community rallied around us and our field got some maintenance; our dugouts cleaned up, and we got a snack shack. AND eventually, we got team uniforms: Horrendous lime green tshirts and matching hats with our team name on them. They were so ugly, but we looked great as a team!
Honestly, I WISH we looked this good. (NOT US)
We started getting more spectators. We were invited to tournaments (most of I’m sure we lost – but maybe not). My skills improved and eventually I was moved out of right field and into centerfield *mic drop!*
We played through summer nights and in the rain and we played in the hottest of tournaments, having to have our parents drive us home in between games sometimes to shower or to at least get us out of the heat. Our little team was a family and we had so much fun. I loved our baseball team. We lasted two incredible seasons.
But by the time the third season rolled around, some of the team moved up to the next level because of age – including my brother and Kim. Gah! The whole point of our team was to be together and now we were breaking up.
So some of us moved up to another team, and some of us stayed behind to hold fort in our main team, with new players joining ranks. I stayed and I played. But it wasn’t the same. And by this time, I was good. I was a good hitter (well, definitely better than my casted ballerina days), and I was a great outfielder. And I had a mouth made for baseball. But it wasn’t the same.
I played that summer and that was it. I played on the girls’ team in high school for a minute and a half, but didn’t finish the season (helloo, social life), which I kind of regret. And there have been times I have wanted to join a team in my adult time, but just never bothered. Those days of playing ball in the summers with my friends were some of the best of childhood. And for that, I always keep my baseball mitt in my trunk, just in case someone, somewhere has a pick-up game going.
Each time I drive by our old field, it makes me sad. The field is overgrow, the snack shack and dugouts are caved in and decrepit, the mound is unseen, the fences falling down. Our home field has become a graveyard for our youth, and our memories of those glorious days are all we have left.
Still not us
There are no new teams. The children are busy playing online games or surfing Instagram. But me, I would never, in a million years, trade in those summer days with my friends under the hot sun, under the cool night skies, and on the green grass, swinging a bat and sliding into home.
I live in the Annapolis VALLEY and this weekend is the 87th Annual Apple Blossom Festival. Which means, there are fireworks and a parade, and a fair, and tons of bands and dances and music and food and drink. And lots of people. Lots and lots of people. It’s basically a homecoming for us. I’m excited.
Finding a decent person or friend can often be rare. So when you find that person – a good-spirited, kind, patient, and understanding human, hang onto him or her. Those people, it seems in this day and age, are a rarity. Unique little gems.
I used to journal consistently. For years and years I would write every single thing I felt, thought, breathed. About 10 years or so ago I stopped. I would maybe write here and there, but I had no real reasoning for it. So, I just stopped.
But I loved my journaling and I loved my writing. I sometimes will go back and read some of the things I’d written. A lot of my writing came from pain. Sadness. Depression. It almost seems like my writing is better when it comes from that dark hole in my heart and head.
I have brought journals to my friends too. Many times. In fact, one of my best friends was having PTSD issues and anxiety this past year after being in a car accident and I bought her the most gorgeous journal. Just so that she could get out the naggy little irritants eating away at her
And recently, as in just a few weeks ago, I put together a stress kit for another friend and included a journal. I don’t know if he’ll use it (do guys do much journaling??), but at least it’s there for him. Even if he uses it once, I feel like it would be a triumph.
1. First of all, I have to say I have the most incredible group of friends. They are seriously so great. They have stuck by me and kept me busy and won’t give me any (or much) alone time lately. And for that, I am so thankful.
2. When Winston died in October I was shattered. A great big chunk of my soul died with him and I vowed to not get another pet. Unless it can be guaranteed to live forever, I didn’t want another animal. But for the last 6 or so months, I’ve felt like I’ve had this gaping hole in my heart because I miss him so much. I wavered about the idea of adopting another animal, but when I met her, I knew she was the one. Her big blue eyes looked back at me with adoration and I swooned. I have welcomed her into my home and my heart with open arms, and we are so in love.
I initially thought that a new kitten would be a boy, like Winston, and so I decided to call him Uncle Fester. But, since this little lady is a lady, the Fester has stuck, to the dismay of many others, but she gets Fessie and Kitty often. The Fester is sticking.
Sandy the Social Butterfly 