grandies perform a grand ballet
—
children don’t say,
“i’ve had a hard day, can we talk?’
they say,
“will you play with me?”
-lawrence cohen
*my easter/passover/april fool’s day/full moon kit-kat salad and its recipe
upwrap 7-12 kit-kat bars
break into delicious individual pieces
if chocolate melts onto your fingers
lick them clean
drop what’s left into a lovely bowl
toss gently
enjoy.
*(serving size may vary depending on how willing you are to share)
—
happy holidays to all
—
“food for the body is not enough. there must be food for the soul.”
-dorothy day
so here it is, the last day of march
and i just found out that march is national sleep month
had i known i would have fully celebrated
each and every day
like a long fiesta with long siestas
and i will do my best to make up for it today
who am i not to honor a holiday?
—
“there is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”
-homer
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image credit: animalandnature.com
i loved this grassroots campaigner
and his simple old-school way to reach the people
no glitz, no glam, no sound bites
just two young volunteers helping him
a speaker playing music
food and drink handed out for free
petitions passed around and signed
hands shaken
questions answered
face to face
good to see a real person.
—
“the little grassroots people can change this world.”
wangari maathai
– kenyan politcal activist, awarded the 2004 Nobel Peace Prize for her
“contribution to sustainable development, democracy and peace”.
it began with the arrival of a letter when i was seven years old
with stamp on it that looked different from any i had ever seen
so beautiful and very exotic
and it came from my nana
who lived far away from michigan, in the exotic land of florida.
i thought that it was beautiful
and i decided then and there to become a stamp collector.
i cut that stamp from the envelope and glued it into a notebook.
not long after
i saw an offer to join a monthly stamp collecting club
in my archie comic book
and i noticed, as i went to send in the offer
that a parent had to sign it
so i asked my dad to give me his autograph on a piece of scrap paper
cut it out and glued it onto the form
(an early foray into my ill-fated attempts at a criminal career)
added in 99 cents from my piggy bank
and i was off to the races.
i eagerly awaited the day my first stamps would arrive
i had chosen some beauties and i ran home every day
hoping to find them in the mail
and on one glorious day – they were waiting for me!
i tore open the envelope
excitedly looked through them
licked them and placed them in my book
already looking forward to the next month’s arrival.
no one in my family was a collector
so i was taken by surprise when i showed them off to my friend’s older sister
who told me that real collectors only put them in cases
never touch them, and would never, ever lick them
– or they would instantly be made worthless!
i was quite taken aback
as it had never occurred to me that
this would be the reason people collected them
i had thought of them more as a collection of tiny beautiful pictures,
pieces of art, from places far away –
new guinea, finland, new zealand and even the legendary land of canada
i had chosen flowers, and children, and animals, and pretty designs
with no interest at all in old president’s heads, history, nor with any regard for value.
my version of ‘stamp collecting’ was simply collecting my favorites
and keeping them all in one place, in my special notebook.
i have always loved a mix of patterns and colors and collages of things.
the other thing i had not considered at all
was that i had no income
and would have to continue to pay in order to continue to receive stamps
the next month, when my new set arrived
i gathered more change together, put it in an envelope,
and of course it was never received.
they sent a new batch of stamps along with a due bill and i was panicked
still without any source of income
always waiting for them to show up at the door to tell my parents and to collect.
by the third month,
i simply collected envelopes that came from them
affixed with boring american stamps,
filled with letters, asking me to pay up
and my stamp collecting hobby fell by the wayside.
though i still have a great appreciation for beautiful stamps
and love licking them to put on handwritten letters that i send to places all over the world.
—
“synonyms for collectable postage stamps: “sticky treasures,”
“collection of paper heads,” “pretty bits of paper,” and “colorful scraps.”
-alan brandley – The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
curbside museum
a small and quirky museum hidden is inside a fence
in canmore, alberta, canada
curbside museum is an unassuming curiosity in the mountain town of canmore, canada. the tiny museum is always packed with intricate little exhibits that rotate every so often. each exhibit is incredibly detailed, their contents all stuffing the glass showcase to the brim with a delightfully unexpected assortment of items.
this tiny museum is hidden within a hole in a fence that lines a busy street. the gilded frame is the only hint that this particular stretch of fence holds more than first meets the eye. you could easily walk right past it if you weren’t paying attention.
you’ll find subjects ranging from common scenes to those that transcend into the realm of fantasy. some of the showcases take on a more serious, factual tone, though many exhibits do indeed have an element of whimsy and charm.

the museum is a fun addition to the town and adds a moment of joy for any pedestrians who stop and take a peek. it’s a reward for eagled-eyed passersby who take the time to notice their surroundings. the museum is free and is open day and night.
“a museum should not just be a place for fancy paintings
but should be a place where we can
communicate our lives through our everyday objects.”
-orhan pamuk
—
credits: curbside museum, atlas obscura.com, city of canmore, alberta
et, longtime sporty friend of mine
signed up to do a quick 5k this morning
prior to our bookclub brunch
and was surprised to learn
that she was somehow stuck doing a 5-miler
due to a ‘volunteer miscommunication error’
and toughed it out, arriving on time.
please note the difference in her demeanor, expression, and body language
in the photos
before (above)
still running and realizing the mileage
and
after (below)
arriving at brunch and enjoying a breakfast bud light.
here’s to her mighty spirit.
“either you run the day or the day runs you.”
-jim rohn