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Tonight’s dinner

June 14, 2017

Frittata made with farm fresh eggs, cabbage, onion, tomatoes, sour cream, beet greens (from my garden!), Parmesan and Swiss cheeses. Served with a green salad (greens also from my garden). So delicious!

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Atticus Victor Bennett

June 3, 2017

My grandson, born 6 years ago today.  When they say (whoever ‘they’ are) that there’s nothing like being a grandparent, they’re not kidding!  Atticus is sweet, precocious, smart, funny, loving.  He has a million dollar smile that lights up the room. It’s hard living far from him but thanks to the wonders of technology we get to “see” each other regularly.

The last time we visited in December, he and I baked muffins together.  He thought it would be a good idea if we open a bakery to sell them! 

Happy Birthday, my darling boy!

Our house

May 30, 2017

Dear friends and family,

Yesterday marked 41 years that we’ve been in our little house in old-town, Lafayette!  I was 6 months pregnant with Josh when we moved in, Memorial Day of 1976.  Originally built sometime around 1908, it was a 2-room mining shack.  By the time we moved in, there had been 5 additions. 1st – living room and dining room. 2nd, a kitchen and bathroom.  3rd – 2 bedrooms.  4th – a small back entry and another bedroom, and 5th – an attic room. In 1976, the house had no central heat, just a space heater in the living room.  No shower, just a tub with contact paper covering the walls around it in 60’ish mod designs of red, orange, and yellow. Most of the windows were fixed glass and didn’t open. Our big dining room to the west had floor to ceiling rubber-backed drapes in what only could be described as diarrhea green. The kitchen counters were made from linoleum in a “mock universe stars and planets theme” that was curved up onto the wall to form a back-splash. There was a washer and dryer (in the popular appliance color of the day – olive green) in the kitchen.  The living room and dining room walls were covered in old-fashioned wallpaper.  Etc., etc., etc….

Do you think I’m complaining?  I was in heaven!  I had a house of my own.  I had my own kitchen and yard with a gorgeous maple tree in the front and it was bliss.  Three months after we moved in Josh was born in the back bedroom of the house. Almost 4 years after that, Aaron was born (albeit, in a hospital this time).  Bob ran his painting business out of our detached garage-turned paint shop out back.  I’ve cooked 10’s of thousands of meals in my little kitchen, washed unfathomable amounts of dirty laundry, cleaned and tidied, sewed curtains, planted and harvested gardens….we’ve raised a family in this house.  We’ve had several cats over the years, the most precious of which were Rocky and Sylvester, who were a part of our family for 22 and 21 years, respectively.

Over the years we’ve gutted walls, replaced windows, rewired electricity, and replaced all of the plumbing and fixtures.  Bob has done 2 major remodels – 1st in the late 80’s and the 2nd pretty recently.  Running a painting business by day, this was no mean feat.

The house is small, not even 1400 sq ft, including the upstairs room (now Bob and my master bedroom suite).  This was way before the “Tiny House” craze where people are downsizing to have a more meaningful life.  I’ve been asked, “how did you raise 2 growing boys in such a small house?  How did you all share a bathroom?”.  My answer was and still is that I honestly didn’t ever give it much thought.  This was our family and our house and it worked.

In 2004, we noticed a bees flying out of a hole in our maple tree!  We had a beekeeper come and look at it.  He told us that they were honey bees and there were probably over 40,000 of them!  He told us that we should feel blessed because the bees chose us and our tree.  It was expected that the hive would last 2 maybe 3 years until the bees relocated the hive.  They ended up staying for 7 years!

Recently, we converted Bob’s garage/paint shop into a residence where Aaron now lives.  His house is a mere 500 sq ft and now my house, the main house, is referred to as “the big house”!

Time moves forward.  Children grow up and move on.  We age and hopefully simplify.  I am so blessed to have this house, my home, that is filled with memories and so much love.

Always,

Amy

 

 

Baba aka Barbara Thomas

May 29, 2017

I was working Friday morning meetings at Weight Watchers in Boulder (I’m thinking 2007 or 2008), when Barbara started working for WW’s, as well. There was an opening for a receptionist at these meetings, and she got the job.  Let me tell you, working together in Boulder on Friday mornings was a blast.  We were a great team and had FUN!  Barbara was like no one I’d ever known before in my life. Smart, crazy funny, with a surprising wit that gets me to this day.  I won’t even tell you some of the funniest things she’s done because, in the end, Barbara is well brought-up, a real lady with traditional values and it would mortify her if I shared some of my best, most hysterical memories of her.  Well, here’s one I don’t think she’ll mind….we were in my car somewhere in Boulder in a crowded parking lot.  We couldn’t find a spot when we saw someone pulling out.  I put my directional on to show I was going to pull in.  Before I could, however, a young girl whipped into the spot from the other direction.  Of course, we were pissed.  As we were sitting there shaking our heads and bitching, about to circle again and try to find another spot,  Barbara flies out of the car, walks up to the window of the offender and says, “You need to leave.  My friend was sitting there waiting for this spot and you took it.  You need to leave”.  And, she did!  It was awesome.

I wasn’t looking for a friend when I met Barbara.  Our friendship happened in spite of us, and she is my best friend.  It was meant to be, I know that because I can’t imagine my life without her.  She lives in “the hills” outside of Boulder, a great mountain town called Nederland.  This makes it almost an hour that we live from each other so we don’t get to see each other as often as we’d like to.  We text or talk on the phone almost every day, and I love this.

Barbara will do anything for anyone who needs her.  She’s a devoted wife, mother, sister, friend.  She volunteers for those in need and is my idol and example when I think about putting myself out there.  If I ever need anything, I know that all I would need to do is ask and she would be there for me in a heartbeat.

I call her Baba because she is the 1st listing in my address book under “B”.  If I’m writing her an email or text, all I have to do is type “B” and there she is! Barbara keeps herself in amazing shape, works out like a 20 year old and is gorgeous, inside and out.  If I was a jealous person, I would be jealous of her.  Today is Baba’s 65th birthday.  Happy Birthday, my amazing friend.  The world is a better place because you’re in it.

 

e.e. cummings

May 28, 2017

My favorite poem….

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Edreatta Curvin

May 27, 2017

          We met when I was leading Weight Watchers meetings at DIA (Denver’s airport).  Edreatta worked there and came to my meetings. I was immediately taken with her spunk :-))   She came to Weight Watchers ready to succeed and change her life, and that she did!  Edreatta was beautiful from the day I met her, but when she lost over 60 lbs she gained a self-confidence and sparkle that were infectious.

There was something powerful that connected between us from the moment we met.  You know that recognition that happens when you meet someone for the first time but you know it’s not really the first time?  Well, that’s how it was with Edreatta – we KNEW each other!  After I stopped working for WW’s, Edreatta and I stayed in touch and since then have developed one of the most special, deepest friendships I have.  There’s a trust and sacredness between us where we can confide anything to each other and we know it will be safe.

Edreatta is a survivor.  She’s overcome many challenges in her life and has used them to better herself and to live the life she was born to live.  At a time in life when most people would be thinking about doing less, she went back to school to get a psychology degree and now helps people suffering with addictions.

Edreatta, my sister,  my crazy, wonderful friend – I can’t imagine my life without you in it!

Babs

May 25, 2017

….my sister.  I’m 9 years younger than her, so she was always kind of mysterious.  As well, she was married and moved away when I was only 12 years old.  Because of these things, Babs was more of a mother figure to me when I was growing up.  Many years during the summer, our parents sent us to sleepover camp in New Jersey.  I was just 6 the first year I went.  It was because Babs was there to watch out for me that I was able to go at such a young age.  It seems so strange to think of it now, but I was a little girl, one of the youngest campers, and Babs was a counselor.  Both of us loved camp (I went for 8 summers) and sharing those memories is something we both cherish in our lives now.

She was born Babette Carol Scher and was called Babs.  Our dad called her Babbit the Wabbit, or just Wabbit which is now a cherished memory for her.

In 1967, Babs married Dennis Sepe, our neighbor from 2 doors away.  This year they celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary!  Babs and Dennis love each other so much and have one of the sweetest relationships I’ve ever seen.  They really take care of each other and are best friends – something that’s pretty rare.  Memory – probably in the early 1960’s – our parents were out and Babs was babysitting for Judi and I.  Because of the curve of our street, when we looked out the window in the back of our house we could see into the back window of Dennis’ house.  Babs would get my father’s binoculars and spy on Dennis in his house.  She would then threaten me not to tell our parents that she did that and I guess that I was ornery even then because I negotiated with her and she paid me (25 cents) to keep my mouth closed.  LOL!

Babs has suffered from Crohn’s disease for almost 60 years.  Back when she was diagnosed they called it ileitis. She’s had many surgeries and stuggles to this day but keeps a good attitude and forges on.

When I grew up and married, Babs and I really got to know each other.  We have a special closeness that is only possible with sisters.  Babs is loyal and loving and is always there for me.  She has a very strange, dry sense of humor that cracks me up!  Because we live far apart (she’s in FL), it’s hard to get to see each other very often.  In January, I was able to travel to FL and see her.  We talked and reminisced and it was very healing, a lovely time.

With our parents gone, it’s comforting to know that Babs is there for me.  I love you, my sister and always will….

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