Christmas Lights – The Zest Of The Spectrum of Life

Where I live there is a Christmas light competition – and since Christmas is all about the lights (shiny pretty) for me – I like to really try to make the outside look pretty nifty.  Well, this is a Stepford type subdivision – every year for the past 3 that I’ve been here, the winners in all 5 categories for the lights have been houses that all looked pretty much the same – traditional green wreaths with red ribbons on every window, spotlights on the front of the houses, and any lights on anything (usually cursory on some shrubs) were white lights – no colors – nothing – always white lights.  If you have ever been to a Christmas light show that you paid good money to go and see and all they were to have was white lights you’d probably feel like you got gypped.  Where is the life and enthusiasm and sparkle and glimmer and glory that is Christmas – the season of lights!  At least that is how I view it.

Probably I should digress a bit here and give a little background.  I am an older gal, this is a second marriage after being a widow for 10 years, and my background was having been born and raised in New York City then on Long Island, I moved to Atlanta, GA – major culture shock back then.  So now I’m remarried for 2 years (to a man who actually is also from New York – funny – small world for us to meet here in Georgia).  Gotta love the on line dating thing!  So all those many years before all this, I would decorate my home – typical lights outside – lots of colors.  It was a neighborhood that was not what might be considered “1%” more like the “average” kind of place – no home owners association, no swim and tennis club, just a typical working persons family oriented type of low to middle class neighborhood.  The man I have married two years ago loves golf  – so he happens to have a home on a golf course in a country club neighborhood.  After our marriage I moved into his house and it was a different world for me.  It and the people who lived here very much reminded me of the movie The Stepford Wives.  This was a place where everything was done in almost a Norman Rockwell meets wanna-be-nuveau riche style.  I have a very “bohemian” “artsy” free spirited view of myself and my life and my ambitions and preferences – not at all a Stepford wife.  Obviously my husband loves me for who I am and is not into having a Stepford wife and really just likes playing golf and living on a golf course, so he is non-judgmental and non-pretentious – which works very well for us.  However, it didn’t necessarily seem to fit with how I like to decorate with Christmas lights and the neighborhood standard du jour.  I am not an “all white lights” kind of gal at all.  Give me color and you have given me joy!  So our first year together I went about shopping for the decorations and we put them up and our home was ablaze with color  and Christmas zeal.  Needless to say, absolutely all the other houses were done in white lights, green wreaths with red ribbons and white spotlights on the houses.  Contest is judged and all 5 categories were won by white lighted homes.

Second year comes, once again I’m out there blazing a path to Christmas glory in vivid LED technicolor.  That year, as it seemed it would always remain the same, all five categories were won by houses with all white lights; lather rinse repeat from year before – except several of the winners were people who hired professionals to put up their all white lights – humm.  By the time this year, my third Christmas here, rolled around, I was of the opinion that it really did not matter to me who won the competition, it was a foregone conclusion that all five categories would be all white lights again, because that was just the way of things here (or so it seemed).  I will admit that this year I did add a few more white lights – but only as accents to all the color – white lights in a very long comet’s tail, white lights on two tree trunks that I wrapped, and some white lights on a small tree (but that tree had several large colored lighted balls on it to offset the blandness (in my opinion) of the white lights and to jazz it up.

I think my husband really wanted to win this year, because every year previously many of the neighbors would come by and tell us how much they loved the way out home looked and that we “should” have won because it was always so beautiful.  He always seemed disappointed that he thought what we did was nice and beautiful but that no one around here seemed to recognize that to the degree of giving that recognition.  Again, I was happy just being in my little world of colorful lighted decorating and didn’t really give it much thought any more that there was even a remote possibility of “winning” .  As always, tonight we drove the neighborhood (because tonight was the night to judge the lights, to see what everyone had put up).  Low and behold, more homes actually had color – more of the homes actually have started to look non-Stepford.  What has happened?  Did my persistence in bringing zest and life and sparkle and enthusiasm to my decorating actually rub off around here?  Of course, none had as much color as our house does, but to me this was a major step in the right direction!  A bold statement and a giant step outside the apparent comfort zone of cookie cutter life. A step I did not think I would see here.

About 2 hours after the judging was to take place I was about ready to call it a night and get ready to shower and go to bed when the doorbell rings.  What to my wondering eyes did appear – on my front porch – but three little Stepford Wives, clipboards and flashlights in tow with a giant sign that they stuck into the front lawn – we had won.  Now, as I mentioned, there are 5 categories – Best Traditional, Best, Fantasy, Best Childrens, Best Contemporary and Best Unique.  We had won  – you got it – Best Unique!  Of all the categories I must admit that is the one I felt really good about – why – because I recognize that I am very unique – and to me that is a really good thing.

So the bottom line here for me is this – always stay unique – always be your own person – always go after what you want and what makes you happy – stick with it – because – pressure of a Stepford lifestyle or  “major awards” aside – what really counts is knowing that you like yourself and what you do and your own choices. What really counts is being able to step back at the end of each day – look in the mirror or look at your life – and say – this is good – it is me – and it makes me happy!  If that happy happens to be in the vibrant use of color – you may just find out that it “rubs off” on the people around you – so spread your happiness no matter where you are or what you are doing – in everything you do go for the Zest of the Spectrum of Life!

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Stepping Outside the Comfort Zone

I like to challenge myself whenever possible – keeps me young – or in a survival mode.  Haven’t been doing it as much as I had in the past but this summer I was fortunate to have a vacation to Hilton Head, SC and to go parasailing and jet skiing.  Didn’t get pics of the jet skiing (that I regret) – but did manage to have some pics parasailing.
Obviously I believe it is important to always be challenging ourselves, whether by trying new things (experiences, foods, places to see) or just challenging our old ways of thinking about things.  It seems the world changes so fast that it is not difficult to be challenged daily on how we view things and the integrity of our own belief systems.

 

So in the spirit of challenges – here I am – parasailing – screaming OHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOW -   but then again – this is how my mind usually looks when I’m being challenged intellectually on a daily basis!

 

Happy challenges to all – stay young!

 

Country Auctions

If you have never been to a real down home style country auction you do not know what you are missing.  This is a no pretense, fun, good natured activity; not to mention the place where some of the most fabulous bargains that can be found.  I was introduced to country auctions when my sister (who lives in NY) visited me this summer.  She and I both love auctions and are both in the buy/sell business.  Usually we would hit the higher end auctions in the Atlanta area – something I was very familiar with and very at home doing.  But, she wanted to try out the country auction, the kind that don’t have a preview of the items up for auction because no one knows what they will be until the dealers show up just prior to the auction.
You need to suspend your expectation at this point because it can be anything from fine antiques, to fur coats, to gobs of made in China knick knacks, to almost at expiration date food items, tools – used or new, almost anything goes.  The auctioneers chant at the country auction is definitely not as polished as the high end places and you have to get used to hearing things like “Looky here, I ain’t never seen one like that.”   It makes for so many laughs, but more than anything it rounds out the auction experience for everyone and puts things into the perspective – if you are a re-seller – of buy low sell high – and from the things available at country auctions – like – looky here – a genuine full length mink coat – that sold for $25 and was exactly as advertised and in perfect condition to Chinese silver cabinets with heavy inlay work that sold for $15 each – both of these would have gone for hundreds if not thousands of dollars at the higher end auction houses.

 

I definitely pays to be open minded and heads up when someone says – Looky Here!

 

Mother and Daughter

I think this could be applied to mother and son as well – hope so since I only had one child and that is my son.  I hope he can be as patient with me as I was with him when he was a child.  I hope for many things, hope I don’t hope for too much…

 

I miss my own mom very much.  Very much indeed.

 

LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO A DAUGHTER:

“My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same st

ory night after night until you would fall asleep.

When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?

When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.

And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.

When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.

I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter.”

- Unknown

Getting Ready for Halloween

Love the autumn – beautiful time of year and really love Halloween – the kick off to the holiday season – so of course – decorated the house.  Just like with Christmas; for me there are never too many lights.   Been stocking up on candy – may have as many as 400 trick or treat visitors this year as this is a very large neighborhood plus so many come around several times.  Should be fun!  Happy Autumn everyone and Happy Halloween (soon).  Need to pop some popcorn and watch some scary movies.

Pinterest

I am an avid lover of Pinterest – if you haven’t tried it let me warn you it is addictive.  One of the wonderful things you will find on Pinterest are the numerous postings on how to do almost anything better – cooking, cleaning, you name it.  So I “pin” a lot of tips on various topics and today decided to try one of them – on something that has been quite problematic to me.  Getting heavy tarnish off old silverplate objects.  I’ve tried many things in the past – most of which just wore the silverplate away.  The tip I found was – line your sink with aluminum foil, put in 1/2 cup each of salt and baking soda – then fill the sink up with very hot water and put the silverplate object into the mix. Leave it there for 30 minutes. Heavy tarnish may require a second treatment.
So okay – I do the prescribed mixture and dump a heavily tarnished sugar bowl into the mix.  Immediately the entire thing starts bubbling and I can see tarnish fading from the sugar bowl.  I was fascinated – felt like a kid with their first chemistry set as I watched the chemical reaction taking place – as they say – right before my eyes.

This is fun, easy and a great way to restore older silverplated objects that would otherwise be neglected or trashed but still have so much life and beauty in them.   Hooray for Pinterest!

Optimism?

Why in the face of all evidence does a person stay optimistic? Probably due to bad genes.  My mother was an optimist to the point that she was a devote Catholic yet could never believe there was such a thing as horrible as Hell – in her view it just was not a possibility.  What did Voltaire say about “this is the best of all possible worlds?”  Was that just plain optimism?  Or Dickens – ” It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”

Then there is the eternal optimism expressed by a child at Christmas when they see horse poop under the tree and say “there must be a pony”.  I think I’m still that kid; believing optimistically that the good will show itself in people who have shown little of it at all.

Yep, bad genes indeed….and something very difficult to fight.  But, it seems that right now there is no room for optimism.

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