Welcome to MY March Madness.....

    “March Madness” usually evokes thoughts of college basketball playoffs – the elimination brackets, the “Sweet Sixteen”, the “Elite Eight” and the “Final Four”.  My March madness is the culmination of a year’s worth of collecting, sorting, organizing, and then pricing scores of items for my women’s club annual garage sale.  And then there’s the set up and take down of the table and items not sold.  Welcome to my March madness!

    It starts in February, and the panic sets in as not all of the items have been priced.  I’ve only been gathering items since last April! The items are placed on my table for the sale which starts promptly at 8:30am.  The anticipation grows as the doors swing open wide and the crowd hurries through.  And so the annual garage sale begins again! 

   The Garden Ridge Women’s Club sponsors an annual garage sale where I purchase a table and can sell just about anything that fits on or around the table.  Of course I find things in the house and our garage and store them just for this occasion.  It’s amazing what I find and plan to sell, hoping that someone will see my “treasures” and just have to have them.  I do quite well and often sell out of everything that I bring for sale.

    I include a rack of clothing items and mark them at reasonable prices so those items sell quickly.  Purses, shoes, baseball caps with familiar logos also sell well.  It depends on what the buyers are seeking each year.  Sometimes the buyers are looking for particular household items like small kitchen appliances for a college student, linens or books.  One year I sold 6 antique dining room chairs.  You just never know!

    My “someday” items are included this year.  You know, those items that you hold onto, that you plan to use “someday”.  But somehow, “someday” never comes, and the item sits in a cabinet or cupboard. One day you find the item and think when did I buy this?   Why am I saving it?  The “someday” item.  And so it becomes part of this year’s garage sale inventory. 

    

   Of course I have 364 days to prepare for the next garage sale, but seem to procrastinate until February and begin the process of marking the items for sale.  I know how I want to price the items, it’s just actually doing it.  And then I run out of the pre-marked stickers, have to get in the car and drive 12 miles to the nearest Walmart for more pre-marked stickers.  But at least it’s a pleasant break from taking the items from the plastic tub, deciding on a fair price (at least one that I think is fair), putting it back in the tub, and moving on to the next item. 

     I am fortunate to have secured a good location for my table.  I have requested the exact table for the past 6 or 7 years as it has proven successful for me.  Although it is in front of the room’s air conditioning vent, I just wear a sweater if necessary.  The location does provide a bit more room for my clothing rack. A girlfriend and I usually request tables next to each other.  We help each other and adjust our tables just a bit if either of us requires a bit more room.

    Shoppers look for my table as my prices are fair and they get to know me and the type of items I traditionally sell.  And I like that.  I recognize familiar faces each year.  People that I know or have worked with, friends in the community, all stop by to chat, but sometimes the sales are so brisk that it’s hard to chat.  Sales come first! 

    I’ve already “found” a few items in the house to put in the sale for next year, March 2016.  Although the sale is a year away, I will be collecting things all year.  

    Time and time again, as I find things, they will be added to the plastic tub and await their turn at the annual garage sale.  Who knows?  They may just be the “treasure” that someone has been searching for all year.  Oh, no! March madness has already started for next year!

   

   

Christmas Morning with a Lionel Girl's Train

    Christmas morning protocol was not set in stone, but we adhered to it.  We wanted to make sure that Santa had eaten his cookies and drank his milk, and that Mom and Dad were sufficiently awake to navigate through any presents that Santa may have left.  Years later we knew that Christmas protocol was really for Mom and Dad to enjoy a cup of hot coffee and some Christmas cookies or toast before the opening of presents and all the screaming that accompanied that tradition!

    We had to wait until “Santa” and his “helper” had arranged the gifts properly by name, the tree lights were turned on, the stockings were checked for last minute additions, and that everything was ready for the onslaught of three little girls to follow.  Dad would call, “Ready”! and we would come running down 23 stairs from the second floor to the first, barely hanging on to the railing, our feet flying over the steps.

     We could not see the tree because of its location in a bay window on the side of the house.  The bay window was the perfect place to showcase the Christmas tree.  With windows on 3 sides, we could close any of the blinds at night or open them for anyone outside to see.  The windows were almost floor to ceiling.  The wooden platform that the Christmas tree sat on fit perfectly into the bay window area on two saw horses.  The platform was then covered with paper that resembled a brick wall, typical of the paper of those times. 

    One Christmas morning was a bit different from the others.  This is the Christmas morning I remember with the most fond memories.  This is the Christmas morning that I overlooked the presents while dashing down the staircase to find the most gorgeous train ever under our Christmas tree.  It had  a pink engine that puffed little poofs of smoke!  The coal car was lavender, box cars were yellow and aqua, a passenger car was dark pink, and the caboose was blue!  Perfect pastel colors for girls.  I had never seen anything quite like this.  None of my other girlfriends had anything like this under their Christmas trees.  Wait until they saw this! 

    Dad let my sisters and me take turns dropping  the little pill into the engine to ignite the puffs of smoke.  Oh, it was just the most fascinating train I had ever seen, or would ever see again!  I would sit for hours and just watch the most beautifully colored train run round and round under our Christmas tree – puffing and tooting.  

    Years later, after I was married and moved several times during my career, at Christmastime my thoughts returned to my childhood home and the Lionel Girls Train.  I wondered what had happened to the train set.   My folks sold the train set after they sold their three story home and moved to an apartment after all three daughters married and moved to their own homes.  I don’t know who bought the train set, but they are very lucky people.  I hope they have taken good care of this exquisite Christmas treasure.    

    In 1957, the Lionel train company decided to produce a train set for girls.  The original set cost $49.95 so that was quite a big outlay of cash for my parents at the time.   I am more than grateful that they purchased such a wonderful memory.  Today that same train set may be worth several thousand dollars.  That’s okay.  Time and time again, when Christmas rolls around, nobody can take away the memory of waiting for the signal to run down the stairs, be surprised at the wonderful train set under the Christmas tree and remember all the puffs and pastel colors of that beautiful train set.   Those memories are priceless.    

A Girl Friend's Getaway at The Nutcracker Market

    For months, Linda and I anticipated the Houston Ballet’s Nutcracker Market, one of the largest Christmas markets in the United States.  Held every November, vendors from all over the country bring their best items to sell.  By mid-November,  our waiting came to an end.

    Both of us packed enough clothes to last a week, although we were only staying a few days.   We had sufficient food and drink items to sustain us for the almost direct route from San Antonio to Houston, TX on I-10, a quick 3 hour drive by car.  Traffic was not a problem, so we arrived ready to shop.  We didn’t bother unpacking our luggage, we wanted to shop, so we requested a taxi, which proved to be the most expedient way to arrive at the event center. 

    Upon arrival, we entered the Wells Fargo Event Center doors,  and our mouths dropped.  We looked at each other and our eyes just widened in sheer anticipation.  As far as the eye could see, north, south, east, west – were vendor booths, nutcracker signs directing us this way or that, food signs, bar signs, it was amazing.  Linda decided that she would look at an ornament booth as one particular ornament caught her eye.  It was a good thing that she purchased the item, as it was no longer available after she bought it! 

    I placed a quick telephone call, and a few minutes later, three members of the Quacker Factory (clothing line) Design Team and a guest, met us at the front of the event.  We had fun discussing what to do, where to go, and which aisles were less crowded.  It is always nice to meet “seasoned pros” at such a shopping extravaganza.  Thank you to Susan Bramley, Leslie McKeough Barham, Colleen Quinn Ginsberg for the photo and to Leslie’s Mom, Linda, for meeting us.  Your seasoned advice was helpful as we navigated through the aisles of fantastic shopping!

(Susan, Leslie, Karen, Linda)

    We were still awed at the size of the swags and beautiful wreaths adorning so many of the booths.  The prices were quite high, and we wondered who would buy these glorious decorations – probably businesses or those living in mansions, because they were far too large for a normal mantel or home.  But somebody was buying them!  After about 6 hours of shopping on Day 1, we decided it was time to have a nice dinner and relax for Friday’s main event – the Macy’s fashion show. 

   Friday morning we called a taxi and arrived early at the event center.  Upon arrival, we were surprised to see so many ladies in a huge line waiting to either purchase their daily ticket or enter the show.  As we already had our tickets, we were permitted to immediately enter the shopping area.  It was nice to walk up and down uncrowded aisles this time.  We were able to view many of the booths we had not seen earlier, noting those we wanted to return to.  Tasting every food item that was offered to us, it was difficult to decide which ones to buy, but we bought a few goodies. 

    At 10:30, we were called upstairs to one of the ballrooms for the Macy’s fashion show.  The room was beautifully and tastefully decorated.  The tables had a little Macy’s gift bag at each place setting.  The appetizer dish and dessert dish were already set out.  It was hard not to sample the dessert!  Wine was opened by the wait staff and everybody toasted each other at our table.  The hawaiian chicken entree was served and the fashion show began.   

    The runway was designed in a zigzag pattern, so that everyone’s tables at the sold out event had a chance to see the models, both male and female.  Even a miniature poodle was dressed and scampered along the runway.  The models smiled the entire time which was a nice touch from what one sees on television.  The fashions were appropriate for all sized women.  And the fashion colors were gorgeous!  Of course the music was pop and I was ready to get up on the stage and dance along! 

    More shopping ensued after the luncheon, so by late evening, we decided that we had probably seen and purchased those things that we wanted.  Friday’s crowd was extremely heavy, so we made a plan to return in 2015 and how to maneuver the event center.  The mimosas were a nice break in the afternoon and we will always have our nutcracker collector’s glass to remind us of a special weekend.

    Time and time again when November rolls around, when Christmas markets begin, when I see the word “nutcracker” advertised in newspapers and brochures, I will remember the fantastic weekend Linda Leonard and I shared getting to know each other better.  We learned that we travel well together; we like the same food; we enjoyed the same decorations; we learned more about each other; and our friendship became stronger.   The Nutcracker Market has become our November tradition and I can hardly wait for it to come around again. 

   

   

   

    

Life Savors

    Life has many precious moments.  Times that make us relish each moment and “savor” every morsel of memory like a fine wine, a delicious cheesecake, or a plate of escargot.  These are times when we look back and remember events, people, or situations from our past,  or perhaps recognize something that happened recently.  We recall them with a smile, with joy, with sorrow sometimes, but always with heartfelt comfort, at least I do.  Here is a list of “life savors” that warm my heart. 

    Arriving home after a trip of any length.  Home always looks best!

    Clean sheets any time – the smell, the feel, it’s just the most relaxing, comfortable way to fall asleep.

    Receiving an unexpected call/card/email from someone you haven’t heard from in awhile.  What an unexpected delight!

    Watching kittens or puppies roll around and play with each other – priceless!

    Enjoying a sunset or sunrise from your kitchen window or front porch as the colors change from pale to vibrant and then back to pale shades – the palettes are endless.

    Hugs and "I love you's" -  they are seasonless, and always welcome.

    Flipping channels on your television, finding a favorite movie is about to begin and you have several hours to just sit and enjoy.

    No plans for the day but to get comfortable in your favorite chair, with a favorite beverage and read that book you’ve been dying to start.

    Knowing that if you ask for prayer, you have an uncountable number of “friends”, thanks to the new social medias.

    Dining out and selecting the most sinful dessert - enjoying every mouthful of it, without guilt.

    Finding that perfect little gift for someone, even when it’s not their birthday or anniversary, just because you like them.

    Finding flowers from your husband,  partner, significant other in the house when you return – “just because”.

    Sitting on the front steps, porch, or patio and looking up at the sky, searching the clouds and imagining you see faces, creating characters and stories, like we did as children.

    Old photographs – letting precious memories wash over you and if tears bath your cheeks, let them flow. 

    Attending a wedding and waiting for the “I do” – then feeling your spouse squeeze your hand and smile at you.

    Waiting for an important diagnostic or final test result, then hear the doctor say, “Negative” or “benign”, or “all is well”.

    Raindrops on a metal roof – very soothing – raindrops any time here in Texas!

    Remembering past seasons that are special to me  - particularly my annual fall girl’s parties and all the fun and friendships we've shared.

    Thinking of dear friends, far away, and reliving wonderful adventures with them that are forever etched in the pages of my memory book.

    Receiving a text photo from my niece or sister-in-law regarding our great-nephew who is just precious; seeing his wonderful little smile and wave.  How I wish I could reach through the mobile phone and touch his sweet face.

    Knowing that I live in a free country and can do whatever I want, whenever I want – what a wonderful feeling!

    Having your name announced (individually, or in a group) as a champion, winning first place.  I remember when my high school band was awarded first place in a Cavalcade of Bands competition – what a great feeling that all of our hard work paid off.  I will never forget that feeling as long as I live. 

    Retirement day – all the years of working, moving across country/world, competing for  promotions, work experience, skill sets, team work, recruiting, everything I worked for culminated in one special day where I received many accolades that made me proud.  The government has a special ceremony and luncheon with a set protocol which honors the retiree, their spouse and family.  I’m sure everyone must feel this way after a lifetime of hard work.  Kudos to all retirees!

    Time and time again as I think about those things that bring me peace, comfort, joy and happiness, I will savor those special times and people.   I’m sure you have special life savors, as well.  I would love to know what moments you savor in life. 

   

    

Officially Fall

             

    The beginning of fall has to be my favorite time of the year, with Thanksgiving running a close second, and Christmas is third.   The official start of fall, the autumnal equinox - when mornings are a bit cooler, daylight hours are a little shorter, and evenings definitely grow dark faster.  But here in South Central Texas, the fall skies are magnificent – like a skein of variegated yarn.  The setting sun flings her colors across the sky and the resulting palette is one of magnificent pinks and blues and purples and oranges. 

    I have professed a fondness for fall for many years.  Growing up on the East Coast (PA), I loved the autumnal activities that were prevalent each September, October and November.  Fondly I remember the hayrides, the huge pumpkin patches where you would select your pumpkins, not go to a grocery store and buy one from a large box as I do now.  Haystacks in the farmer’s fields were man-made with pitchforks, not baled in barrels by machine.  Corn mazes, hot apple cider, hayrides, Halloween, trick or treating, pumpkin pie, the “harvest” - all connote happy memories of past falls.   

    I’ve been waiting all summer for the stores to display their fall ware so that I could start to search for just the right items for my home decorations.  I’m not a decorator, by any means, but the colors of fall do lend themselves to be easily mixed and matched.  And there are so many different hues of pumpkins now – deep oranges, greens, yellows, blues, even white.  The possibilities are endless when setting a dining room table or decorating a front porch.

    And of course, there is my “fall” tree.  It would not be fall without my decorated tree in the foyer where it glows with its gold lights, garlanded in leaves, draped in crystal ornaments, sparkly acorns,  and colored balls in celery, copper and gold hues.   Just seeing the tree at night with the glowing lights makes me feel warm and cozy.  My fall tree has become a tradition and one that my friends request.

    This year I found a little wooden wheelbarrow which I used on the front porch and added that to the ever-growing collection of fall décor.  Of course, there are some items that are not re-used.  These are donated to an assisted living facility where the residents can enjoy the items and use them as they choose.

    Mornings are crisp, just like the bite of a Macintosh apple.  Afternoons are warm, yet the evenings are beginning to cool down and it is a great time to sit on the porch swing or take an evening stroll. 

    Because the fall season lasts for several months, I look forward to all the craft fairs, church bazaars, country peddler shows which sell fall items.  The neighbor’s children knock on the door and ask us to purchase pies for their class project.  Other friend’s grandchildren ask us to purchase candy.  Traditions.

    I think that is what fall means the most to me – traditions.  Time and time again, as the calendar rolls around to the first day of fall, I think back to all the fall memories that I have.  Oh, I can’t forget the football games with my Dad, my high school marching band cavalcades, ginger snap cookies, and pumpkins.  Did I mention pumpkins?   And then I will anticipate my second favorite time of the year, Thanksgiving.  After all, it is part of fall.  

   

Meeting Dan Aykroyd

    People, friends, acquaintances, ask me, “What do you do in your retirement?  What do you do all day?”   Well, a variety of things.  My options are open.  Opportunities are everywhere, should I choose to avail myself.

    One day several years ago, my husband, Jay, and I read an article in our local newspaper,  that one of our favorite actors/comedians, Dan Aykroyd, was coming to San Antonio to introduce his new vodka, Crystal Head .  Folks were invited to a large liquor distributor’s location for a “meet and greet”.  Sounded like fun – interesting – why not?

    When we arrived, we found the store was at the end of a strip mall.  Even though there was a large parking lot, vacant spaces to park were  limited.  There was more than two hours until the guest of honor even appeared!  We found a parking spot, and walked across the lot to a line that had already stated to “queue” on the covered sidewalk outside the shops.  The standing room only line snaked back around and then into the parking lot.  Police officers had taped off areas where people could stand without worrying about getting hit by cars.  The line was quite long – very long. 

    While waiting for Mr. Aykroyd’s appearance, we enjoyed looking at those in the crowd.  Many wore “Blues Brothers” attire, or “Ghostbuster” gear, t-shirts with associated photos, and anything related to those movies.  Of course, we could have dressed in costume, but in April, it was already starting to be in the 80s, so we decided to dress in our normal clothes.

    The Crystal Head Vodka bus had arrived and was parked at the end of the strip mall.  Most of the security detail and police were getting photos with Dan, so it was difficult for anyone in the queue to get out of line and try to obtain a personal photo.  That’s okay, we thought, we will see him inside.

    Well, as the two hour period for his appearance inside kept getting shorter and shorter, and the line was still long, I wondered if we would actually get to even “see” Dan.  Fortunately, as the time continued to pass, the line moved, and we were almost at the table where Dan was seated.

    Dan was sitting in the middle of a table, and it appeared that it was a bit inconvenient for both him and the attendees to reach across the table to shake hands and then attempt a photograph.  Dan would have to lean far over the table.  Right before our turn to meet Dan, he decided it was time to stretch his legs, get out from behind the table, and meet the people as they came to shake his hand.  Of course, this probably concerned his security detail, but there weren’t any problems.

    My turn came, and I showed Dan a photograph of our “Jake and Elwood”, our two Belgian Malanois dogs that we had named after the characters in “The Blues Brothers”.  Dan was quite delighted and asked if he could sign the photograph.   “Yes, please!”   I was thrilled! He signed his name with the same silver pen he used to sign the vodka bottles.  Then I got my personal photograph – I was one happy girl!  I also got a quick photo with Jay and Dan and one with the three of us. 

    The afternoon had been a success:  we met Dan Aykroyd, he signed our dog picture (which now is framed and in a prominent spot on our bar), we had photographs with Dan, and we bought his Crystal Head Vodka (which he signed), both for ourselves and one for a friend. 

    Time and time again when people ask me what I do in retirement, I reply “many things”.  I enjoy reading, writing this blog, catching up with friends on social media, antiquing, meeting girlfriends at reunions in other cities and states, traveling with my husband, lunching/shopping with girlfriends, walking, zumba, bunco. 

   Then there are the everyday things that make retirement unique:  waking up whenever you feel like it; enjoying a matinee movie; wearing PJs all morning while you watch old black and white murder mysteries on the television; running errands whenever you want; cleaning projects (like cupboards) that you promised yourself to do after you retire or just being spontaneous and doing whatever life offers.     

    The possibilities in retirement are endless.  There are so many opportunities.  You just have to decide what you want to do and do it – like meet a special actor on a hot, San Antonio afternoon.  It just may be the most exciting adventure you’ve had all day. 

    

Wacky Wednesday

    If there is such a thing as “wacky Wednesday”, it happened at our house early this morning, around 12:15am.  I was awakened by the sound of my husband yelling from somewhere in the house.  First I heard, “Karen, get up and find Harley!  Shut the bedroom door!”  So I did.  I held Harley while Jay proceeded to run around the kitchen or hallway to the living room with a large pole.

    He yelled through the bedroom door that a raccoon had breached the cat door in the garage and then entered the house through the cat door in the utility room.  The raccoon then proceeded into the house where it ran around every room like a crazed fool.  It awakened Jay who had dozed off while reading in his recliner.

    The raccoon proceeded to jump on furniture and hit the cabinet holding our flat screen TV, knocking over my candy dish from Canada, a prized possession that I hand-carried in my purse from our cruise to New England and Canada last fall.  The candy dish was now in a thousand tiny pieces.  It could never be glued together.

    

     Next Jay was running from room to room, chasing the wily critter opening doors to the outside, hoping that it would run to freedom.  Alas, the raccoon wasn’t that smart.  It kept running to other rooms, and Jay would hear things falling or smashing.  Oh, no – now what?!

    Finally it was my time to come out of the bedroom and grab an old inch thick yard stick that was fairly sturdy, which I intended to use as my weapon.  The raccoon decided to dive behind the antique victrola in the dining room and smashed all the cobalt blue vases and bottles that were sitting on top of that piece of furniture.  My collection of beautiful blue ware was gone in a few seconds! 

    Jay prodded the animal who insisted it was going to climb up the back of the victrola and escape over the top.  But the raccoon was too heavy and would slide back down.  By this time, I had moved the couch to a position to block any movement of the animal into the living room, so that it’s only escape route was through the front door.  Jay had moved the dining room table and chairs in such a way as to provide a path as well.  But no!  The animal flew through the legs of one of the chairs and proceeded into the hallway to the back rooms of the house!

    We ran after the raccoon just as it managed to gets its fat body under the computer cabinet.  Jay moved the recliner and other chairs in that room to give the animal plenty of room to exit.  We also grabbed several pieces of luggage that we had not yet stored away in our closet from a recent trip and  built a wall in the hallway.  By blocking the path now from the computer room to the rest of the house, the animal could only go into the guest bathroom and out a door that led to the outside and the lawn. 

    Both of us were concerned about getting attacked or bitten since we had very large objects that prodded the raccoon or were going to use it as weapons, if necessary.  But we didn’t have to worry about that.  The raccoon was as scared as we were.  It finally hit the luggage wall, made a quick right through the guest bathroom and out the door to freedom!

    We caught our collective breaths after I slammed the door shut and just shook our heads for several minutes.  I was concerned about Jay’s breathing with the loss of most of his right lung.  He had done most of the chasing, prodding and yelling.

    I kept apologizing because it was, after all, my fault, as I was negligent in ensuring that the garage cat door was properly locked.  I thought it was, but the lever was not completely in the proper position to the left.  An animal could not leave the garage, but could get in.   I told Jay that the broken items could be replaced, and that no major damage was done.  We were not bitten, nothing was ripped, but we did spend another hour sweeping glass, vacuuming and putting the furniture back in its place.

    By 1am we were both exhausted, and wide awake, so we decided to watch a television show that we had taped.  After that show, we both were ready to sleep.  Thank goodness neither of us had any early morning commitments.

    Time and time again when I look out at night and see a raccoon in the yard, it will no longer be with a compassionate spirit.  Next time, the trap will be set and the raccoon had better watch out.  We'll be waiting.....