Thanksgiving – I’ll have sushi please.

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Does anyone REALLY like turkey?  Let’s be honest.   As a squirmy 8 year old I can remember stuffing the large portion of turkey my mother placed on my plate (right next to the cranberry jelly looking blob)  into my sock then making sure our Poodle Mandy was well fed when my mother wasn’t looking.   Turkey always seems so dry to me.  It’s just not something I enjoy.  Don’t get me wrong.  I completely love the thought of a Thanksgiving Day spread with everything one could possibly make beginning at 4:30 in the morning as my mother always did.  The turkey just wasn’t my cup of tea.  I did however enjoy the crusty skin which I would stealthily pick off quickly when my mother wasn’t looking.    I think she knew I was doing this when I think back on the mischievous action.   In my minds eye she would turn for long enough that I could reach up on my toes and snatch a crunchy sliver stuffing it quickly into my mouth before she turned back around smiling at me.    I miss my mom greatly during the holidays.  

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I cherished the week of Thanksgiving as a child.   My older sister and I would set up the card table in the basement and play a week long game of Monopoly or Life.   Leaving the game only to watch the Macys Day Parade or a movie or food was involved.  Food was a major player for my sister.  Me not so much.  She was 5 years older than me.   I was a July 4th, 1965 baby.   We were complete opposites.  I irritated the hell out of her just because I was alive I think.   She never warmed to the idea of a younger sibling (we are both adopted).  The week of Thanksgiving was a very special time for me because she acknowledged me as a sibling and the monopoly game was my only interaction with her until Christmas came around.   I worshiped her.  Her long shiny brown hair was stunning.  My hair was always in a little Dutch boy cut (which I completely love actually).   I woke up early ready to explore the day where as she slept in until my mother called up the stairs for her.   That week of monopoly was a delightful part of my childhood.   ::::smiling::::::::   When the Macys Day Parade began I would sit glued to the TV.  Mom would bring my favorite scrambled egg sandwich which I then promptly smushed as flat as I could between my hands.  I would nibble the crust off first then work my way into the middle until just a bite was left.   I savored that last bite greatly.  

IMG_0470Everyone has their childhood memories.  Mine come bubbling up at unexpected times during the holidays.   I like to turn them around in my head and explore any meaning or detail that I may have missed or haven’t thought about in a long time.   There were the neighborhood friends who many I am still in touch with because of FB and social media (thankfully).  During this bizarre world of the thing we shall not name and hopefully it will go away (Covid 19) staying in touch with one another is extremely important.    I got up way too early this morning searching for something in my memory.   I found this photo from a Thanksgiving recital in Atlanta.  I was 5 years old here so basically 1970.   I remember being so cold in this wee outfit.  There were hundreds of children at this recital.  Why were there so many children I have no idea.  My shoes were a wee bit too tight but I loved the way they clacked clacked when I walked so I didn’t say a thing to my mother for fear she wouldn’t let me wear them.  The skirt in this photograph was corduroy.   It had intricate beading which I found to be quite beautiful.   So many new faces at this recital I was captivated by the energy in the building although at the time I had no idea how sensitive I am to people.   That’s why I thrive at the airport.  So many people and all that energy swirling around!  It’s intoxicating.   

I woke up this morning very early.   Childhood memories are a delightful thing.   Not everything in your childhood is perfect.  Some moments are.  

From my home to you – I hope you are able to enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday in a most wonderful way.  Remember Zoom if you can’t be with family.   We are all connected in some way.   You are not alone!  

xo

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Margaret Frances

Photo May 10, 6 40 51 AMI woke up with you on my mind because it’s Mother’s Day.  Memories have a way of becoming sweeter I think the older you get and the further away they are from reality.  I found a photograph of my mother when she was probably around 15 or so.   No clue as to where it was taken or the circumstance.  It’s an unusual picture in that it’s a strange angle which I liked immediately that’s why it caught my eye – it was unexpected.   I found this black and white window of time in a box of photos I was sifting through mindlessly as one does when you’re not looking for anything in particular; you’re just somehow doing it for no reason.  Just passing time.

Mother had already left us at this point when I came across this photograph.   There was no one to really ask about it.  Daddy said he had never seen the photograph.  Her sister and brother were long gone as well.   She had no relationship with her sister, Aunt Lucille.  I never knew why they didn’t speak.  When I quizzed mother she would shake her head and say she didn’t know.  Surely she had an inkling.  Her brother, Uncle Henry who I never really knew was killed tragically on my 6th birthday;  I believe it was my 6th.  It could have been a year before or after.  It’s all fuzzy now.  That was the year I wanted a pup tent so badly I thought I would die if I didn’t get that pup tent.  How or why I was focused on a pup tent is beyond me but darn it I was obsessed.   What woke me up that birthday was a scream.  More of a wailing scream when I go back to that day.  I was puzzled and immediately unsure if I should get up or wait and see if it came again.  I ended up cautiously opening my door and listening seeing if I could figure out what had happened to make someone pierce my morning birthday slumber.   I heard muffled noises from the kitchen as I silently tip-toed down the stairs.    My father came out and put his hands on my shoulders I knew something was horribly wrong from his ashen face.  He turned me around but not before I saw my mother.   She was bent over sitting in a chair at the kitchen table.  Her hands in her hair.  She was rocking back and forth.  I tried to keep my head turned to see but my father ushered me into the living room.   I don’t remember much about the day.  I did get my pup tent but it seemed very insignificant at that point.  I wasn’t sure why.  I didn’t know why everyone was so upset but I could feel that something horrible had happened.   I later found out my Uncle Henry’s wife had shot and killed him then killed herself.   My mother adored my Uncle Henry.   He drove this sporty little Mercedes convertible.  His wife who I cannot remember her name for the life of me as I sit here in bed typing this sipping my morning coffee with Scotties scattered in various stages of napping.  I don’t recall either of them.  I think they were partiers of sorts which my mother was NOT.   I have a very good memory of younger days so not remembering anything of them means I wasn’t exposed to them in the least.  I don’t recall ever going to their home. I do remember going to my Uncles jewelry store in Lakewood Heights.  Who knows – he could have been in the mafia for all I know.  I remember seeing a photograph of them.  His wife had jet black hair and maybe was Asian but I’m uncertain.   I just know that my mother didn’t like her even though she never said she didn’t like her.  It was more of a feeling on my part.   How did I go down this rabbit hole?  I’m rambling – sorry.

Back to this photograph- my mother was beautiful. Everyone always commented on her beauty.  They surely had American Indian heritage because of the cheekbones.  My mother had large brown eyes, very pale skin and lovely brown hair.  Her mother was stunning.  Pale skin with high cheekbones, intelligent cornflower piercing blue eyes and shiny black hair.  When I see pictures of them they were so tiny waisted I wondered where their internal organs were kept.    Mother grew up in Tallapoosa Ga.   A large farmhouse.  Wish I could find it.   I’ve driven through the town on the way to Birmingham.  Quaint.  So many questions – no answers.  Hm.

What do I remember the most on this strange mothers day of quarantine-ville?  I remember your pound cakes.  You always saved extra batter for me so that I could lick the bowls and blender.   You never did this for my older sister because she tended to be chubby whereas I was skinny.  I was the only member of our family who loved blackberry jam.  You kept the jar on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator door so that I could easily find it.   When you made biscuits you always made a special pan for me with petite biscuits.  You didn’t do that for my older sister which may explain why she hated me for all of my childhood.  Well…. I was a pesky kid sister so it was more that I’m certain.   I remember the way your skin looked and felt.   You were religious about your skin being soft.   Morning creams nightly creams.  Your hands were velvety.  I never wanted to forget your skins unique fragrance.

I was so independent.  Forgive me for not being the best daughter I could have been.  I have no idea what you thought of me but I knew you loved me.  And I loved you.   I was so ready to be in the world and go do see.   I wanted freedom.   All you could do is watch me leave.

I am thankful for so many things you gave to me.  Mainly love.   I remember daddy telling me that there was another little girl before me you were thinking about adopting.  For whatever reason it didn’t work out.  Thankfully I was next in line.

Thanks for loving me even though I wasn’t the easiest teenager to love I’m sure.   Thanks to my grandmother and Aunties who let me run free in the summers in Powder Springs at their farmhouse.  Thank you to women who have played the role of mothering me through the years.   You are near and dear to me.

And to my birth mother – Lydia – Thank you for loving me more than anyone.

I need more coffee.

An extrovert during Covid 19

il_570xN.393169228_pirsFirstly and completely coming from my heart I truly hope everyone is OK during this morbid crisis we are experiencing as THE WORLD – I almost said nation but NO it’s the WORLD —  as a species I suppose.  I know people have died and will die.  I worry every day about health industry (my daughter who is a nurse) service industry all these fine people.   But I’m ready for it to be OVER.  God I feel as if I’m on a weird movie set just waiting for someone to yell CUT!  CUT ALREADY!!!

It was the dream that started all of this.

I had a very bizarre dream last night.  I’ve always had very vivid dreams – this dream began as a trip of some sort – I can remember being on a very long plane ride. I had my books, my Baily’s on ice, my itty bitties, friends – when we finally exited from the plane we were in Europe somewhere – maybe Italy.  The sun was warm when we walked out of the airport.  A feeling of happiness and excitement.   I was driven to a lovely home where I unpacked.   I then drove the friends who were traveling with me to another location dropped them off but I then realized I couldn’t recall how to get back to the house I was in.   Suddenly I realized I’m going to miss my flight home.  I frantically tried to find my way back to the house to gather my passport and itty bitties (these are very petite animals I travel with – small stuffed ones- I know I know – eight year old here – ANYWAY)….  at some point the dream morphed into I was part of this family from Victorian times – I was very limited in anything I could do.  I was a young girl around 10 maybe. My clothing itched and was uncomfortable.  Very strict schedule – I was always looking out the window longing for freedom.    When I woke up this morning I let the girls out (my three wee Scotties) made coffee came back to sit in bed and look through my emails texts and social media which is my usual schedule.  This dream continued to pop up in my head then I realized I must write about it here on my blog.    It’s obvious now – I’m feeling completely TRAPPED!! I know I’m shelter in place in a safe place but for someone who is an extrovert I’m about to go BONKERS.

I am incredulous that we can’t continue our normal lives.  I understand how this happened I’m just whiny today and wish for it to be over NOW!!!!!  :::hurling myself on the floor and having a proper hissy fit::::::::

For the introverts out there it’s business as usual.  Don’t get me wrong – I adore my house.  I’m fine being at home for a bit.  But for a month??? Please do not let it be MORE.  Luckily-  I have my wee Scotties running around like banshees which is very comforting. I have my books, my writing projects, tons of movies, YouTube, my art collection, my shoes (thank goodness for shoe shopping right?)   I have so many lovely people I have the honor to call friends.   Thank goodness for ZOOM and others who are posting videos and shows to keep me entertained (especially new friends Douglas and Dewey who are a GODSEND).   I don’t HAVE to be entertained – But I DO need to be around people places and things.  I need to travel.   And yes – it’s a NEED.  I’m hard-wired to GO DO SEE.   I get high at the airport – because of all the wonderful people bustling about.  I’m very sensitive to people – always have been.  As a young child I didn’t understand it – as a 54 year old I now get it – some people are just sensitive in a way others are not.   I get people instantly – the good bad and the ugly.   The ugly ones I steer clear of – but I get you.   Almost like speed reading but not a book its a person.  I love people!! At this moment even the ugly ones!!!

I’m a survivor – so I’ll be fine.  I wonder how many other extroverts are coping with this caged feeling.   The good thing is that I can open the door and go for a walk drive somewhere.   I can manage the caged feeling when it peeks.

On a good note – I have many projects I can bury myself into.  Writing, videos I’m working on for both business and another project called Two Cab Gab.  Just wait!  See what I did there – I distracted myself and it worked.  I’m smiling now.  I’ve always been able to play well by myself – I just REALLY enjoy playing with others! Snap.

Check on your friends – especially the extroverts – we may appear normal and all happy and optimistic – which I am for the most part.  But we are still human – and this caged feeling sucks beans.  BEANS I TELL YOU!

I feel much better now.   Thanks for listening everyone!

If you need me – I am completely here for you.  ZOOM is a godsend.  Truly.

xxoo and more xxooo from Speckled Egg Cottage in Frog Hollow of Atlanta or my other home Thistle Patch Cottage of Woodlawn in Birmingham. I go between the two secretly.  Because I can! :::::bwahahahahah  ::::::wiggling toes merrily::::::

Love you mean it.

Oh! The other images I found this morning that reflect some of the weirdness of this shelter in place zone.  Good grief please end soon.

I’m a very visual person – I love finding images that reflect mood – Thankfully mine passed quickly this morning – just talking to my dearest one Julesbee (thanks girl love you mean it) and my daughter the Doodle makes me smile. Last night I had a special one pop over for a distanced cocktail ( we were careful I assure you).  She has to remain a secret.

 

I feel as if I’m stuck in a weird movie…..

A3827102-0327-42FA-BA81-EEBC681FF3E3Life for everyone has gotten a bit wonky and twisted all of the sudden due to the Carona Virus sweeping our world.  Quarantine,  toilet paper hoarding,  grocery store shelves empty – I feel as if I’m on a set of a Jordan Peele movie gone very wrong.  Que the zombies.  Although I am happy to report the shoe ads on my FB feed have been FABULOUS ::::beaming::::::::  Always look for a silver lining – or shoes in my case.

The urge to flee seeking sandy salty and beach has been overwhelming.  We have plotted to make a small escape but safely so. If anyone fusses about it I’ll get Jenny to spray them with Lysol.  So.   We high-tailed it out of Atlanta after stopping at The Uncles for a can of Lysol (Jenny insisted) and the new book by Pam Scholes called Under the Mulberry Tree.  With toilet paper and vodka we are SET!  Jenny sprays anything I even look at outside of the car.  I stopped for gas and in the flash of an eye her wee self appeared spraying the entire pump.  She’s quick. I then got back into the car and almost suffocated because she had sprayed the car.   Lysol is my new perfume.   ::::sigh::::::  We dropped off supplies at her parents home leaving them on the steps as we waved and blew kisses but keeping a respectable distance.  Jenny would have sprayed them with Lysol if she could have gotten close enough I think.  I had to hold her back.  She’s like a cowboy out of the old Westerns with a can of Lysol on each hip ready to draw and spray.  ::::music from the movie High Noon in the background::::::::: Short people do the most particularly adorable things.  Don’t you wish Jenny was one of your besties ?  Yeah well… back off.  :::pulling my can of Lysol out:::::::  Teasing. I’ll share!

We arrived in SC wistfully wishing one of our favorite shops would magically be open for a quick run in.   It’s called Grayco Hardware & Home in Beaufort –  it’s a hardware store but they also carry high end furnishings, clothing and housewares.  I could live in this shop. They have a great array of Scout bags too.   The stores were in usual shopping mode much to our surprise!  We plotted to keep our distance from everyone with a can of Lysol in Jen’s purse.   We didn’t actually buy anything however just being in a retail settings was worth it.   I don’t think SC got the quarantine message.  Ahem.   We stopped by Walmart same thing.  Full shopping mode business as usual.  We loaded up (already with the most important things we brought with us Vodka and TP) breakfast and food items,, creamer for coffee etc.   We headed on towards Fripp stopping at the Seafood Market to grab a few lbs of shrimp (or Shrimps as the locals say).   Nearing the gates I turned to Jen to say “wouldn’t it be a perfect day if Mangoes was open!”  Mangoes is a boutique here on the island – and yes! They were open! Squeeeeeeeee!  We both found wonderful items on the 50% off rack!  I found a lovely dress, two tops and a wonderful sweater.  Jen found wee things for wee folk.

That was yesterday.

This morning I’m nested in my usual spot and Jen is in hers.  We have our routine.  I get up early write as I sip my morning coffee.  She’s nested upstairs then she meanders down to nest beside me like a small bird in her blanket.  Her blanket this trip is white with pink flamingoes.  Wee folk kind of things.

We are headed to sit on the beach, read sip an all day cocktail.   People are playing golf (I think you can play golf as long as you spray the golf ball down with Lysol who knows).  We will keep a respectable amount of distance between us and the people here.   Maybe we are immune (I’m completely kidding but wistfully wishing it was so).

Quarentined with my wee Jenny – it will give me strength to go back to city life and try to support with optimism and whimsy.   And shoe selection.

xo

Kimy

**make sure you follow my blog so that you don’t miss a wacky moment!  Stay safe out there!  Lysol and Vodka! 

P.S.  On a very serious note — prayers go out to families affected by this bizarre virus.  WTF China!

 

Yes.…… and……

1_Ail0W9VMg0CEGG-2i8DkeQI recently signed up for an Improv Class taught by a friend (he’s a new friend and I’m just smitten with him!).  Now…. you may ask why in the world would YOU take an improv class? You’re not trying to break into standup comedy (maybe I am! – just kidding – maybe- maybe not – the suspense is killing you isn’t it).  You’re not in the film industry (I live in Atlanta so I’m in the industry just by geographic location so there).   Anyway….. back to the original point.  I took an improv class for several reasons.  #1 I was extremely curious what in the world is improv I knew sort of but not really and what I thought it was wasn’t it at all.   #2 all knowledge is good knowledge in my book. What can I learn from this class? #3 I love taking classes.

I was not nervous in the least.  That’s a wonderful thing I’ve always had – I’m not nervous in front of other people, strangers, groups, etc.   Instead of worrying about what they think of ME – I’ve always been of the mindset they need to worry what I think of THEM.  Not that they need to worry at all – I enjoy new situations meetings etc.   Dewey who taught the class (great job too Dewey!!) took our group of 5 through several exercises etc to get us into the real meaning of improv.  Our group of 5 consisted 3 millennials, a new friend who is probably in her 40s (maybe 30s I’m horrible at telling age)  and myself.  I was the oldest even by a few years on Dewey – interesting when I look at that.  I still feel 8 years old most of the time thus its surprising when I’m the oldest.   Fun thoughts everywhere!

AF7A58DC-063D-415C-B2E5-8E92F95A7913 2What’s the most important one thing that I took out of this class???  You may ask???? is saying YES instead of saying NO.   By saying yes you continue the circumstance and actions if saying NO it shuts it down immediately.

Example that came up in class.

Person one:  Clean up the cat poop

Me:  No

what COULD have been….

Person one: Clean up the cat poop

Me:  Yes….. and then I’ll take Benadryl because I’m allergic to cats!

or….

Me: Yes….. and then I’ll wash my hands thoroughly and vomit!

Me: Yes…. and then I’ll make you throw it away!

See what just happened there?

Improv teaches you skills in every facet of your day.   It makes you think about how you’re responding.

Anyway…… I’m telling you all of this because it’s important to get out there and try new things!   Take a chance!!! You may learn something new in spite of yourself.

Did I mention I can’t wait for the advanced improv class?? #almostfamous #improv

Go onto Meetup.com and find something fun to do – there’s something for everyone!!!

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Kimysworld 2019

AF7A58DC-063D-415C-B2E5-8E92F95A7913 2Looking back on my year of 2019 – a whirlwind of activity.

My year in review click HERE 

The video is about 20 mins long — I did my best to keep it at a minimum just so much to share!

From book clubs, to travel, to moving – it was quite a year! The biggest trip was to Galapagos Islands with the Uncles.   Travel is my life force.  I enjoy being at home but love packing a bag and heading out.  Then coming home is the best too!  My pups are my wee loves.  Pip, Cricket & Bumble.  Work hard play hard.

I’m a workaholic and I’m completely at peace with this.  I love what I do!  My estate sale companies are doing very well.  Birmingham Estate Sales in Alabama and Atlas South Estate Sales in Atlanta.   I have homes in both cities and go between the two (only a few hours apart).  My home in Birmingham is in Woodlawn – a historic area making a comeback!  I named Thistle Patch Cottage a 1918 cottage.   I sold my beloved La Petite Maison in Historic College Park and bought an enchanting home I’ve named Speckled Egg Cottage where the scottie girls roam freely to bark at squirrels and birds.  It’s an 1919 cottage.  Can you tell I love older homes?  It’s a labor of love to own an older home.  I would have it no other way.

I’m so completely blessed to have a vast circle of friends who I consider family.   My kids are happy and thriving.  Life is very good indeed.

I’m excited for 2020 – a year of self-adjusting.  We have a wedding to prepare for – my daughter is getting married to an incredible guy who I completely adore.   Highlands NC will be the setting – how romantic!

2020 setting work goals, personal goals and travel goals.  It’s all about having the goal in place and working towards it.  Fine-tuning who I am, what’s important.   I’m so very happy to be who I am, quirks and all – I’m an entrepreneur, I’m a writer, I’m a very loyal friend, I’m a lover of animals – I’m an 8 year old inside of a 54 year old – I see joy and silliness when others may not – that’s who I am.  I’m a helper. I’m a giver.  Now the song from Steve Miller band is stuck in my head (I’m a joker).  he he he

From my home to yours – sending love hugs and a kick ass 2020.  Boom

xoxo and more xoxo

Boom.

Kimy

 

 

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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