Thankful Grateful Hopeful Peaceful

AF7A58DC-063D-415C-B2E5-8E92F95A7913 2Thanksgiving Day I completely revert back to the 8 year old sitting on the sofa in the den covered in quilts in the house I grew up in.   My sweet mother already had quilts in place, a scrambled egg sandwich with toasted bread and extra butter and a very big frosty glass of milk waiting for me to watch the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade.  Oh the parades the people watching and the floats had me captivated.  One of the many reasons I love NYC to this day is the parade and growing up on Sesame Street which I associate with NY.  I was always up early regardless of what day it was but this day especially I was smiling silently still in my footy pajamas ready to sit glued to the television waiting for the parade to begin.   I was serenely happy in my quilted nest not moving until lunch or bathroom breaks.  A smile will immediately appear on my face when remembering these Thanksgiving days in my younger years.  A scrambled egg sandwich also has the same effect being it was presented to me by my mother on special occasions and to only me.  My sister was either never awake or absent on my early morning special occasions.  Scrambled egg sandwiches were also given when I was ill – the time I had pneumonia around the age of 12 I existed off these scrambled buttery delights for weeks.

This Thanksgiving I’m oh so grateful for things big and for things small.  I’m sitting here in my rather new home to me although an older home (1920) I’ve recently purchased after selling my beloved chalet that’s just a mile away from this one.   It was time to turn the page.  Coffee by my side in a Starbucks mug printed with North Carolina (that was the trip to get my vintage 1970s Frolic Camper – I love Starbucks mugs).   The girls Pip, Cricket and baby Bumble are scattered among my bed watching for squirrels running by on the trees outside my bedroom window.  I can hear the wind blowing outside as the wind chimes tinkle tinkle oh how I love that sound.  The leaves are rustling.  My windows are the wavy glass you see in older homes if the original windows are still in place.  The heat is on and humming because its 41 degrees in Atlanta on this 2019 Thanksgiving Day!

I am so very THANKFUL today.  A short list of my thankfulness – family, friends, dogs, work, art, life, curiosity, learning, books, travel, estate sales and so much more!

GRATEFUL for this life I was given.

Hopeful for our country- hopeful that communities come together Hopeful that people see it’s OK to be different be respectful of others HOPEFUL people use kindness and learn from one another.

Peaceful.   This is something fairly new to me in recent years.  I’m at peace.  I’m at peace with WHO I am even though I’m not everyone’s cup of tea and that’s OK!  Being at peace is something I strive for now.  I’m content.  I’m happy.

I’m house hopping today – Giving a quick hug and talk to those that I can then headed on a Thanksgiving Day adventure with some girlfriends ending up at the Uncles who are like my parents.   Thankful for friends who are like family.

Wishing you ALL a very happy holiday.  You are important to me and to so many don’t ever think you are not important to this life and this world.

Find your magic on this day.  Keep the memories close to your heart of Thanksgivings past.  Cherish the ones you make today.  If you don’t make it special, who will?

 

 

When I become a Ghost

AF7A58DC-063D-415C-B2E5-8E92F95A7913 2Interestingly enough, I’ve always felt that I would never die.  Peter Pan Complex – never grown up and never grow old.  Terrified of it.  Like most people I suppose.  Maybe it’s my age, or what I do professionally that has softened the blow for me, that yes….. I will absolutely die at some point because that’s just part of life. It’s not a horrible thing – whatever happens next will be quite wonderful I bet.  I think many will be completely surprised at what happens – we all have our own religious ideas of what that might be.  I’ve always wanted to come back as the ghosts in Topper. Remember that old black and white show?  And then of course there’s the fabulous movie my favorite of many favorites called The Ghost and Mrs. Muir.  ::::dreamy sigh:::::: I have ALWAYS wanted my very own ghost Sea Captain.  Sorry guys!! Just give the me salty ghost of a sea captain and I’m a happy camper! LOL  I would consider taking a live one… only if they live up to the one in the movie.  So.

Anyway….  my post this morning has nothing to do with any of the above other than…. my book in my office that I’ve begun called ‘When I Become A Ghost’.  I’ve been up for about an hour or so. Coffee is made, my bed is covered in Scotties (both flannel sheet Scotties and the real kind of scottie dogs). Still in my red and white striped flannel pjs, fluffy socks on.  Jumped back into bed to write this before I started my day.  This was the first thing I wanted to do.  My faithful cup of coffee is by my side in the lovely lemon mug my dear friend Panda gave to me.   I can look out the window and see the most lovely trees that are changing from yellow to a brilliant orange.  I’m smiling.  Happy.  Wiggling my toes every now and then.  Back on to the subject about the ghost book.

My ghost book is for my family.  Instead of “Do this when I Die’ title it’s more humorous I think being called When I become a Ghost.  I told my daughter about this, a few friends, my attorney.  My daughter was completely mortified and showed this by several eye rolls which made me think she was going to levitate or something.  It serves as instructions.  This is very important.  Do you know how many clients I have when I meet them to do an estate sale who are in frantic mode because they don’t know anything they can’t find anything they are in chaos because the deceased did not leave instructions.   Well.  I’ll get a gold star for this when I’m floating around.

My book of instructions entails the following:

  •  introduction with something quippy to ease the loss for my family and friends. Heck, they might be happy – teasing of course. I hope.  Not too sad just a little (although hopefully I’ll still be around just more transparenty)
  • passwords to all my accounts and a list of those accounts
  • bank accounts and information on those
  • life insurance info (boy will you be happier at this point! Live in Paris if you wish!)
  • a few special letters to give to people (I decided NOT to write the ugly ones….. although….. )
  • who gets what specifically houses, property whatever that is at the time
  • a WILL (most important people!!!)
  • instructions for me specifically (cremation baby! Burn baby Burn!) Prepay this if you can
  • What to do with those ashes (boy will you be surprised! One part of it is secret…..)
  • Celebration of life and a signature cocktail (big party coming!)
  • My obituary ….. yes I wrote it myself! There’s even pictures!
  • Throw away anything in my night stand – very important. You wouldn’t BELIEVE some of the very personal things we find in night stands getting ready for an estate sale! Some things we have no idea what in the world you do with them! :::::blushing::::::
  • Instructions for my businesses
  • blah blah blah

anyway…  you get the picture.

Here’s a link to many more things to think about.  Click HERE  

Sure.  People don’t like to think about dying.  It’s scary because we’ve never done it before.  Can you imagine what a relief it would be if we died a few times every few years and get the feel of it.  Exactly. Old hat.   I’ve had too much coffee. lol My mind goes all over the place.

I think for me personally, by leaving specific instructions in my ghost book, I’ve taken a big chunk of the anxiety out of the way.   Peace of mind so to speak.

Now…… I’ve given you something to think about today.  Go forth and do it!!

xo

Not a ghost – yet!

Faithfully yours….. Kimy

 

 

The new digs

front (1)I awoke this morning all smiles.  I kissed and hugged each scottie girl as I gently pushed them away so that I could exit my bed.  I made French press with the creamer I finally remembered to purchase yesterday.  My grocery store has upped it’s game and has a shiny new aisle full of wine.  I walked up and down the aisle twitching my nose happily.  Wine does that to me.

The new house —   it’s a cottage (actually a bungalow – I prefer cottage) from 1930.  I love a home with a history.   As I sit here writing it’s complete chaos around me with boxes, papers, more boxes, unhung art, etc etc etc – said in a King and I sort of fashion — all around me.   I find myself wishing for a good gust of wind to bring Mary Poppins in to do that thing she does where everything magically moves to where it’s supposed to be.  The problem with all that, including the fact that Mary Poppins is in England at the moment, is that these things don’t have a ‘supposed to be’ place…. yet.   That’s the fun of it I think.  Finding out where my treasured items are supposed to be in the new house.

I’ve named the new digs as I name everything I just heard you say – Speckled Egg Cottage.   I love the word speckled so it’s a given.  Plus a speckled egg just like a Dapple Gray Horse makes me grin.  I really did just grin you didn’t see that part.    I moved literally about a mile away from my beloved La Petite Maison de Joie – into Frog Hollow, East Point, Ga.   We are about 15 mins S of the city being Atlanta.   About 2 mins to the Tyler Perry Studios here at the recently defunct Fort Macpherson.  Historic College Park, East Point, and Hapeville make up the Tri-Cities just S of Atlanta.   A very quaint historic district.   I’ve always admired Frog Hollow and boom – now I live here!

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I had friends over last night for part business part cocktail hour wine cheese sort of thing.  Very much a pop up considering I ran to the grocery store with the new wine aisle because I had yet to actually open the refrigerator in the new digs.   After the appropriate amount of Cabernet, cheese, crackers, cucumbers, carrots and these very large beets which I’ll roast at a later date were bagged I scurried home excited to sit in the new cottage in the deemed living room area and enjoy the evening.  Yes we were among boxes and unhung art etc even though it’s chaos it was pleasing.  So pleasing that we sat up and talked for quite some time.   The house has a great vibe.   It’s happy I’m here.   I can’t really hang art until the inside is painted my signature pale bluish green (Tranquility is the name of the paint chip).   My art always looks FAB in this bluish greenish color.

It’s going to be a wonderful home – I’m sure of it.   Stay tuned for more progress. You can always find the house at #speckledeggcottage on google.  I love hashtags.  Shortcut to whatever you are following.

Have a super weekend filled with the hint of Fall (even though it’s high 90’s here in the South there’s  a slight HINT of cold late in the evening ha!), coffee with friends, a great Cab in the evening, good books , and anything else that makes you happy and content.   Oh! And Scotties.

Toodles

Much love…. Kimy

 

You can’t skip chapters……

Photo Jun 20, 8 20 37 AMGood Morning!  Life has been twirling swirling and doing a few cartwheels lately.   This is a good thing.  Truly.

I’ve recently rejoined the YMCA after much internal debate.   I forgot just how much I enjoy being at the gym.  I was a complete gym rat in my 20s and 30s.  I was an avid racquetball player – very competitive.  In other words,  I could most assuredly kick your ass then close with a bless your heart afterwards –  then throw in a big smile for good measure.   ::::beaming:::::   I’ve always been interested in learning Tai Chi.  I’m taking the class soon at the Y.  I’ll never forget being in San Francisco years ago- sitting in a quaint café for breakfast and watching hundreds of people in the park across the street from the restaurant in perfect unison doing Tai Chi.  It was mesmerizing.

So many people places and things make me happy.  If you’re around me you add so much to my life.  Know that.   Of course my pups add joy and silliness.  Bumble the newest pup completely did a #nobumbleno and nibbled on the new carpet I just put down.  ::::sigh::::: Oh well.  It adds character to it I suppose.   Plus she’s so incredibly adorable how can you stay mad?  I didn’t actually ‘see’ her doing the destruction – Bumble told me a small hippopotamus came in and did this.   It does look like a hippo bite.  So… we’ll go with that.  And yes…. my dogs speak to me.  Don’t yours?

There’s a wind chime of sorts I have hanging behind me on the deck as I sit here writing this morning.   There is NO wind whatsoever.  Still as the desert.   The chimes will shake suddenly making the most wonderful ‘tinkle tinkle tinkle’.  It’s startling considering there’s NO WIND to shake this chime.  When I look up it appears as if some invisible hand is shaking them up and down.   I wonder………  it’s the wondering that makes it an important event.

I’ve been very active of late doing some pleasing things like…… riding my bike on the Atlanta Beltline.  What an asset to the city.  I’ve also walked it many times most recently with Di.  Meeting Julesbee in the morning to walk it again.   I so enjoy being around masses of people. That’s also why I love being at the airport.   It’s the energy that sparkles all around me when I’m in a group of people.  I think that’s why I love the gym so much.  Everyone in their own world doing something for their benefit alone.  It’s inspiring.

What prompted me to sit this morning and write to you, is that I recently had blood taken for a life insurance policy.  I went online this morning to see the results and thankfully all were within normal range.  No diabetes, no high cholesterol no liver disease no high or low anything.  All perfect.  I’m so incredibly thankful that’s the case.  So many are battling something health wise and my time will come at some point I’m sure with this aging process (Although I’m in complete denial of that – I have the Peter Pan Complex never grow up never grow old thing going on…. don’t tell me otherwise thank you very much).   I’m THANKFUL… thank you body that I’ve completely fed too many  Krispy Kreme donuts (the hot sign WAS ON …. so….. )  too many cans of butter crème frosting (can you tell I have a sweet tooth – I’m pulling that sweet tooth in my imagination to get rid of it! Georgia O’Keefe said sugar will kill you… and it will).   I’m thankful and appreciate to you my body that is mine and only mine.    I’ve earned every 53 years of this body and it’s mine!! All mine!!!

That’s what I have to give you this morning.  Scotties, perfect blood work, the body of a 53 year old, cocktails, dinners, friends, gym, walking, biking, plants out my front door, thinking, doing, going, seeing.  Being present.   Taking the good with the not so great.

You can’t skip chapters in your life.  Savor the good bad and the ugly.   They are all yours unique to you.   Find the magic and the joy in life.  What makes you happy.  What doesn’t cut it out whether it’s a bad habit or people.   Do what’s best for you – grab life by the ears and hold on!

xo

Kimykins

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Happy…. and all that entails

cp2Happy and content is the mood for this Monday June 10, 2019 in Atlanta Ga.   I arrived late yesterday from my home in Birmingham.  I float between several different places I call home.  I’ve recently moved my office back up to the main floor in my home here in Historic College Park.   I get great light in my son’s old room.  I can see out the front windows as Pip, Cricket & Bumble frolic in the front yard – digging a hole every now and then.   It’s just dirt so…. I’m ok with it.  They give me great joy my sweet little figs.

I’ve been exercising in the mornings (again) which of course when those endorphins hit my bloodstream I get the most incredible high of sorts.   It’s just a feel good contentness where  I can conquer the world –  oh and let me do so many projects…. as if I need one more plate to spin.  I’m pretty good at spinning plates it seems.  Gifted actually.   Not bragging about that I just am really good at doing multiple things all in a day.  I’m organized too about my to do lists and business and writing and blah blah blah.

I mainly wanted to touch base with everyone and say I hope you’re happy in your life wherever that may be.   I’m sitting on the back sunroom listening to birds, getting my Monday started.   I must go jump in the shower and then I’m off for the day.

My daughter turns 27 in a few days.   27.  WOW!  That’s almost 30 holy snap slap me now. Time flies by so quickly running at full speed although it seems as if it passes by slower than a long winded pastor at a country funeral in May.   Grab life by the balls and make it your own.   If it’s to be….it’s up to me.  That has never left me from my Brian Tracy days in my 20s.   Make it happen.

Toodles

Kimy

 

Waiting on snow……. in the South

cp2There’s nothing quite as maddening as waiting on snow….. in the South.  I have too many things on my to do list….  for this to happen today.

I have book club tonight up in Ellijay where my cabin is.  I was to head N around noon — it’s only about an hour and some change from the city.  The perfect getaway.  N. Ga has become a Little Napa of sorts — with winerys and vineyards welcoming guests to come sit sip and stay a while.   Tonight was to be the first meeting of the Ellijay Literary Society.  We were set to meet at Ellijay Coffee House which is my nest when I’m up at the cabin.  I sit, sip a latte write read work dream rewrite my to do lists…etc etc etc (said in a very King and I sort of way).  This is my 3rd book club.   I’m sort of a cat lady but with book clubs.    I think 3 is my limit.  Just like dogs.  3 dogs.  3 book clubs.  That’s the limit she said.    Friends will say ‘how do you have time to do all that you do?’.  I look at them…. blinking… thinking ‘what all do I do?’  I suppose to some I am fairly active (ok..maybe a lot).  But there’s so many things to do go and see.  Also…being single (again) I CAN do anything basically…that I want to do.  And THAT…. my friends……  makes me a very happy girl.  ::::wiggling my toes merrily:::::  Anywho…… we’ve rescheduled book club for Thursday evening (note to self to change that!).

Back to the impending snow……

If you’ll recall the big one in 2014 —    

And the really big one which I do not recall at all.  I was 12ish. Blizzard of 1977.  

I do remember walking up to Stroups the little store at the corner of the entrance to our street where I grew up in Morrow, Ga.  My sister and I walked up to the store…there were no cars because of all the snow.  It didn’t seem overwhelming or anything…  but then again…. I was 12.  So.   I just remembered being in awe that we were allowed to walk up to the store by ourselves.  Of course we also went through the woods to get there which my parents would have completely put my older sister on major restriction for doing that.  I mean… HELLO…. creepy woods!!!

A quick recap of the snow in 2014 – I was intown meeting Di for a quick lunch…. snow flurries began to sprinkle down while I made my way to Buckhead…   ‘Its not going to stick’ I remember clearly thinking.   It’s just snow.  Good grief.   By the time we ate..chatting away as mother nature plotted and planned…  I left thinking I could scoot over to Goodwill on Roswell Rd one of my favorites.   I turned to look up as I got into my car… for the first time realizing the parking lot was now white.   I still had doubts…  but instead of heading to Goodwill, I got onto 400 headed S back to Historic College Park (only about a 25 / 30 minute drive no traffic).   As traffic almost completely stopped on 75 downtown I prayed feverishly to the Gods that be please please just let me make it home.   I just want to GO HOME….   THANKFULLY I did make it home about an hour later.   But many thousands were stranded on the roads left to the kindness of strangers.  Thankfully there were many kind strangers around that day.  And what to my wondering eye should appear? A text from my neighbor to come have Snowapacolypse cocktails which I did.  I braved the frigid dangerous snow to walk next door carrying a bottle of wine as we sat and giggled and cheered to the weather.   Cocktail hour in the South has come upon us indeed.

So far no snow.   Schools have closed.   I have errands to run.  I’m still going to run them.  Another snow experience……I remember my trip to Maine – Kennebunkport to be exact.  Years ago with Di.   It snowed the day we were to leave.  We awoke to a complete white out.   It was so deep the cars were almost buried.   We were set to fly home later that day.   All I could think is we’ve GOT TO GET OUT OF THIS FROZEN HELL AND TO THE AIRPORT.  Everyone at the hotel we were staying in didn’t seem to be too worried.  It was the last day of the season because they closed due to this kind of weather. They reopened in the Spring.  I remembered the movie The Shining…. and all that snow.  That’s the curse of an over active imagination in situations such as this.   So many images begin to swirl through your head.   Snow plows came…   we skidded all the way to the airport.   My hands were clenched in a claw around the handles by the door.   It was maddening.  Fun trip though in hindsight.  Snow and all.  :::smiling sheepishly::::

Well….. today is Tuesday…. so on the ‘to do list’ for the house is cleaning the living room and sunroom.  Maybe I will…maybe I won’t….  it’s all up in the air because of the snow of course.   It’s now 10:13 – no snow still.

I’m off to run errands…..  toodles.   Snowballs and all.

I’ve taken pics of my nest here in Atlanta to share…….  I would take pics of the snow….but I digress.  You’ll see where I sit in the mornings to sip my coffee and go through emails etc….  covered in quilts in the sunroom overlooking a bamboo forest in the back.  There’s a massacre of defluffed stuffed toys from Bumble the newest of the Scotties.  Cricket is shy and chose to sit poised at the end window watching for snow.   Amazing to think I live 5 minutes from the airport… I rarely hear planes… unless they are diverted.  The historic district here is quite lovely.   One of the oldest in Atlanta.  Home of prestigious women’s Cox College back in the 1800s (it burned).  Now we have Woodard Academy previously Georgia Military Academy.  Lovely old homes and some cool new ones.   And then there’s my wee chalet.  You can see Cricket the Scottie gazing out the window …. waiting for…. you guessed it.  Snow.

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Happy 2019!!!

cp3Can you imagine?!  2019 already.  Wow.

If you’re anything like me (which hope there’s not too many of ‘me’ running around – world would be in chaos but happy) I love sitting down the week before the upcoming new year plotting and planning.   Doing the usual new years resolutions, a vision board / book for good measure – looking over everything again and cementing this in my brain.  Goals are set –

cp4For me – I’m very visual – the vision board plan really works.   I have a minor version I use on post it notes which is just a bulleted version of goals/ outlines of my life without the photos that I use in my yearly planner.  Yes — I have to have a planner!  I’m very tactile and enjoy writing something down and marking it off.   I buy the year at a glance with the weekly version also in there – that way I use the weekly pages as to do notes and go back and make sure I’ve done everything I needed to do.  Works really well for me considering I own and run two companies, have many balls up in the air.   I sat down with a dear friend, Jake Rothschild (if you know ice cream then you know Jake – Jakes Ice Cream – Irwin Street Market in Atl on the beltline )  at his delightful home around the corner from me (his house is called Sweet Selma Farms – it’s an urban farm – he has chickens and turkeys) his home was previously a tackle shop I think as the story goes.   So it’s a very unusual home.  Much like mine.   We sat with his two story tree twinkling as a roaring fire glowed in the corner.  The tinkle tinkle of the fish tank as candles were lit and wine was poured.   We cut photos from magazines and worked on our vison books.   It was quiet, mindful and purposeful.

cp5The most important part of any year is what is the MOST important thing – which if done everything else will fall into place around that.   For me – it’s health / active lifestyle.    I’ve been very still lately it seems.   I think the divorce took so much out of me emotionally.   Being still –  in bed watching movies covered in Scotties.   Time to get up shake it off and GO DO SEE.

So #1 is health / active lifestyle.   Work, travel, projects anything else will completely fall into the best place if #1 is taken care of.

Work is very important –  then there’s travel which is a given.  Writing projects –  my house projects – getting the rentals ready to go.

Life is good and it’s what you make of it.   Work hard play hard.

cp6I’m heading up to the cabin this afternoon.   This will be the first time I take the new pup Bumble.    I need to buy a harness for her.   It should be very interesting indeed.   Pip and Cricket are great in the car.  Pip sleeps in her bed in the back looking out the window.  Cricket always has to be in my lap wedged between the drivers side door and my leg.   That’s always her spot.   I’ve never taken Bumble on a trip except when she was little and couldn’t really leave her at home yet.  I’m pretty sure Bumble will want to sit with Pip.

I see a hot tub in my future, a roaring fire – libations and post it notes with more focused points of my 2019.   It’s all coming together folks.

Ok…. Off to do my errands then pack up to leave.

More in 2019!!!!

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