My Happy Place for the Week: Almalfi Coast

I keep looking at catalogues that were shot on the Almalfi Coast and find myself  wishing I could be sitting on a sun baked terrace looking out at the sea. Even though it has warmed up considerably here along the northern coast of the US, the photos of Italy's coastal towns seem so full of warmth. I just want to walk into one and smell sea air. Oh a nice filling plate of pasta would be nice too. Monday take me away.

Spring Won't Spring

Leaning into the heat on the train and I'm thinking spring just isn't coming. It's hard to imagine warm days again although hints are in the air if not the temperature. The chipmunk has surfaced and the daffodils came up under the snow. Otherwise it's just cold and there is a big sweater pile of a chairdrobe in my room.

I'm aching for warm weather but not looking forward to the wardrobe transition. I suspect I have nothing to wear. I also hate when I find myself in warm weather clothing and the weather doesn't cooperate. I may just wear my down coat right into summer. At this rate I may need to.

Photo via orangemarmsladebools.com

In the Basket

Time to start prepping for the Easter bunny and to decide on this years Easter eggs. The little one  already asked if we could dye the eggs this past weekend. Yikes! She's one eager little bunny. How about the the night before. Or if things go the way they usually do Easter Day.

I'm hoping it won't be that last minute and that we can make a nice craft activity together soi'm looking around for ideas. The Paas dye has already been purchased and we will undoubtly do some basic colors but I'd like to get a little adventurous. Here's one cool idea from pinterest. Chalkboard eggs. While the color isn't too Springy, there's plenty of opportunity to express oneself and re-express oneself. Anyone have a chalkboard eraser?

Into the Green

Goodbye white, hello green. Green - there are hints of it surfacing in the muddy brown landscape. The tips of the daffodils coming up, the moss that is mixed in with dead grass in the shady spots of the lawn, are the first touches. An explosion is on the way and I personally can't wait to for it to be wall to wall green outside.

Photo via Gardenista. 

Inspiration for a Rainy Monday

The rain has been going at it for three days. It has to stop at some point. I keep thinking the weather is going to improve. It has too, right?

Lego 3-D Madness

I went to the Lego movie thinking it would be a great way to get out of the house and something fun for my little one. I think I ended up enjoying it even more than she did.

When the movie started I was a bit skeptical to say the least and at first the whole 3-D thing seemed a bit wasted in the tight little Lego home of the films unlikely hero.

Not to worry the film quickly exploded into a blitz of action and color. Best of all the kooky storyline and clever dialogue had me laughing. Laughing more than any recent film I can remember. Is it possible that the Lego movie is the funniest movie of the year? OMG, batman I think it is. I have to say in this crazy Lego world everything is awesome except for the Krazy Glue of course.

Winter Reading: Into the Wild

I finished my first book of the year with mixed feelings. I had difficulty getting beyond my disdain for the poor choices made by the real life central character Chris McCandless.  Jon Krakauer made a sympathetic case for his choices and did a good job filling in the gaps of what McCandless may have been thinking.

Krakauer wisely asks the reader to consider the passionate mindset of youth and young men in particular. I tried to go there in my mind but remained more than a bit stuck in the head of an adult who finds the everyday challenge enough. I also struggled with the place of privilege McCandless was coming from, it is not every college graduate who can finish school scott free and then give away a trust fund before hitting the road.

Much of McCandless's adventure could of have been undertaken without causing pain to his family or losing his life. But then maybe his disappearance was to a great deal more about escaping his family and society than about taking on the wilderness. 

I followed the book by watching Sean Penn's film adaption which left me far more sympathetic to this young man. Penn managed to successfully portray a family dynamic that might lead a young person to feel their only way out was to abandon their life. 

Watching the film I was able to suddenly remember the extremes that go through the mind of teenagers. The all or nothing thinking and the hyper dramatic cast that colors young thoughts. McCandless was not a teenager but a college graduate. In many ways though he seemed stuck in a younger view point. The four years spent in college are for many an uncoupling from their parents. An experience that allows a young person to put time and space between themselves and their parents and start on the path to an independent life. 

And that is where the film allowed me to find sympathy for Chris McCandless in the way the book hadn't. While Krakauer describes in some detail the family dynamic, Penn and his actors created in a few scenes a sense of the unhappiness that lay beneath the shiny upper middle class surface. 

The overbearing quality of the adults and the nastiness of their interactions had me wanting to run. I could understand the appeal of leaving that behind to tramp around the country with other wanderers. What I still can't imagine is hiking alone into the Alaskan Wild. That is where say farewell and God Bless to Chris McCandless. 

The Weather Outside

These blurry photos taken from the train during the storm on Tuesday, capture just how it feels outside. Cold, barren and stark. January is almost over but February could turn out to be a very long month.

More Snow on the Way

If the weather report is to be believed, more snow is on the way. I wished it had come during the long weekend instead of the beginning of the work week. It would have been nice to be tucked in for the storm.

Photo via Climbing on a Tree.

Little Treats, Big Love

Sometimes after I've left the iPad sitting around, little treats turn up like this photo of our grumpy fat cat Lola. The little one would chastise me for saying that about her cat. Lola was my cat but she has definitely become her cat. 

The two of them have, despite some jealousy and a less then perfect feline disposition on the part of Miss Lola, forged a close friendship. Scratches have been forgiven, imperfections overlooked and space on the bed negotiated. 

Every time I hear the little one tell Lola (or Whowa as she pronounces it) "you are the most beautiful cat I the world", I want to laugh. It makes me smile that she finds her pet perfect and beautiful. The power of love at work. The world as seen through the eyes of a six year old is full of superlative beauty. 

So here she is the most beautiful cat in the world, as photographed by the little one. Feel the love.