I have been thinking about trying yoga for a very long time. Years actually. I see postings about it. My friends going to classes. I felt I was missing out on something. I read several other blogs and knew I was not alone in my feelings. I wanted to be good so other class attendees didn't know I had NEVER tried yoga before. I had the mat but that was all.
A neighbor started teaching at 2 different yoga studios and we tried to work a class into my day but the times didn't seem to work. Then one of the studios started a rise and shine Vinyasa Flow class on a morning I could attend. I saw the posting on FB and started to almost panic. This was my chance to see what it was all about. What should I wear? Where is the studio as it was not the one I was thinking it was. I did not know there were actually 3 studios in my town that offer yoga. hmmm why had I not heard about them or seen them. Was I really not going to take this leap? What to do. I contacted my friend the yoga teacher and asked some of these questions. She was so helpful and calm, mean while my blood is running fast, heart beating out of my chest talking myself into a panic attack.
Come back to see what happens. MK
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Sunday, May 15, 2016
At the Club - What not to read.
Going back to the "Club" days.
I was hired to work nights at the Lake Placid Club in 1983. My shift was 11 PM to 7 AM. I was one of the auditor responsible for posting charges to customers room bills. Balancing the days work for the hotel/bar/restaurant and stores.
This is just one of the stories I will write about the LPClub.
It was really early in the morning, about 2 AM, and our work was done. We could not leave and both brought books with us to pass the time. Dave was near the switchboard reading and I was on the couch in the outer office by the big fireplace. The security guards were out on patrol of the grounds. The LPC was huge and large portions of the property were closed off. Kids and people loved to sneak in. About 100 rooms in this one wing were so run down it never opened while I worked there. As you entered the massive lobby this wing was on the right, just past the salon. I remember several time hearing the saloon type wooded doors swing and gently rub each other as they passed in the night. Probably just the security guards checking the salon and the wing of unused guest rooms.
I mentioned the club was OLD, (founded in 1895) The Lake Placid Club was a social and recreation club founded 1895 in a hotel on Mirror Lake in Lake Placid, New York, under Melvil Dewey's leadership and according to his ideals. It was instrumental in Lake Placid's development as an internationally known resort.
By New England Ski Museum - New England Ski Museum, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=19066235
it was also in receivership so not a lot of upkeep was being done. It was so bad you could not run the heat and have hot water. You could only have one at a time. We generally had heat running during the night and about 6 AM we would turn the boiler over to water so the guest would have hot water for their shower in the morning. One night the pipes were making so much noise it was hard to concentrate on our work. We kept going into the lobby to see if we could figure out where the noise was coming from. The 2 security guards were with us as we walked around the lobby, up stairs and down this hall towards the library. We hear the swish of those doors down stairs and all four of us look at each other. If we are the only ones here - WHO is swinging the door. Clearly not the security guards because they were right next to us. hmmm. The pipes quieted down and we went back to the desk and the guards continued down the hall.
Dave went back to sitting at the switchboard ready, and I went back to the couch. After a short time the pipes started up again and we looked over at the security office to see if the guys were close by so we could check it out again. It seemed like the noise was coming from a different room. No security so Dave and I left the front office and head down this outer hall in the direction of the noise. It sounded like music, but through the pipes. Looking at each other almost afraid to ask if the other hears music, we keep walking down this hall. Silent. We round this corner when above us we feel heavy footsteps and they are running. Again, Dave and I look at each other, afraid to ask... We get to the stairway and the 2 security guys are running down them asking if we hear music. I feel relieved. I'm not crazy. We, together, head towards the music. Since this building is so old and was constructed at different times the floors and sections change a lot. It's not easy to get from one spot to the next without a lot of work. The music is louder now as we reach the Agora section of the hotel. The security guards ask us to return to the desk, just in case anyone calls. Our eyes were bugging out - me thinking I am not going back there ALONE!!! Dave, I'm sure, has the same thought as neither of us moved. The four of us approach the chapel, which is beautiful. Stain glass windows, huge windows. I bet the Sun coming in them makes beautiful colors. There are the church pews, and they are big, wooden and smell musty, but we can make them out and don't run into them. There is a large pipe organ in the center of the room on a stage and it's playing! No one, however, is playing it. The piano seat is empty. The music is beautiful... It is playing on it's own. Dave and I stand there staring at the organ and the security guards don't move. One of the guards clears his throat and the music stops immediately and I felt this calm body of air pass by me and leave the room. No more music that night. All Quiet as we return to our assigned posts. I pick up my book from the couch and the security guard Frances ask me if I am really reading "The Shining" by Steven King.
Yep, I was, actually, didn't really think about it. I never brought that book back to work. I started doing word searches.
I was hired to work nights at the Lake Placid Club in 1983. My shift was 11 PM to 7 AM. I was one of the auditor responsible for posting charges to customers room bills. Balancing the days work for the hotel/bar/restaurant and stores.
This is just one of the stories I will write about the LPClub.
It was really early in the morning, about 2 AM, and our work was done. We could not leave and both brought books with us to pass the time. Dave was near the switchboard reading and I was on the couch in the outer office by the big fireplace. The security guards were out on patrol of the grounds. The LPC was huge and large portions of the property were closed off. Kids and people loved to sneak in. About 100 rooms in this one wing were so run down it never opened while I worked there. As you entered the massive lobby this wing was on the right, just past the salon. I remember several time hearing the saloon type wooded doors swing and gently rub each other as they passed in the night. Probably just the security guards checking the salon and the wing of unused guest rooms.
I mentioned the club was OLD, (founded in 1895) The Lake Placid Club was a social and recreation club founded 1895 in a hotel on Mirror Lake in Lake Placid, New York, under Melvil Dewey's leadership and according to his ideals. It was instrumental in Lake Placid's development as an internationally known resort.
it was also in receivership so not a lot of upkeep was being done. It was so bad you could not run the heat and have hot water. You could only have one at a time. We generally had heat running during the night and about 6 AM we would turn the boiler over to water so the guest would have hot water for their shower in the morning. One night the pipes were making so much noise it was hard to concentrate on our work. We kept going into the lobby to see if we could figure out where the noise was coming from. The 2 security guards were with us as we walked around the lobby, up stairs and down this hall towards the library. We hear the swish of those doors down stairs and all four of us look at each other. If we are the only ones here - WHO is swinging the door. Clearly not the security guards because they were right next to us. hmmm. The pipes quieted down and we went back to the desk and the guards continued down the hall.
Dave went back to sitting at the switchboard ready, and I went back to the couch. After a short time the pipes started up again and we looked over at the security office to see if the guys were close by so we could check it out again. It seemed like the noise was coming from a different room. No security so Dave and I left the front office and head down this outer hall in the direction of the noise. It sounded like music, but through the pipes. Looking at each other almost afraid to ask if the other hears music, we keep walking down this hall. Silent. We round this corner when above us we feel heavy footsteps and they are running. Again, Dave and I look at each other, afraid to ask... We get to the stairway and the 2 security guys are running down them asking if we hear music. I feel relieved. I'm not crazy. We, together, head towards the music. Since this building is so old and was constructed at different times the floors and sections change a lot. It's not easy to get from one spot to the next without a lot of work. The music is louder now as we reach the Agora section of the hotel. The security guards ask us to return to the desk, just in case anyone calls. Our eyes were bugging out - me thinking I am not going back there ALONE!!! Dave, I'm sure, has the same thought as neither of us moved. The four of us approach the chapel, which is beautiful. Stain glass windows, huge windows. I bet the Sun coming in them makes beautiful colors. There are the church pews, and they are big, wooden and smell musty, but we can make them out and don't run into them. There is a large pipe organ in the center of the room on a stage and it's playing! No one, however, is playing it. The piano seat is empty. The music is beautiful... It is playing on it's own. Dave and I stand there staring at the organ and the security guards don't move. One of the guards clears his throat and the music stops immediately and I felt this calm body of air pass by me and leave the room. No more music that night. All Quiet as we return to our assigned posts. I pick up my book from the couch and the security guard Frances ask me if I am really reading "The Shining" by Steven King.
Yep, I was, actually, didn't really think about it. I never brought that book back to work. I started doing word searches.
Friday, May 13, 2016
I give up !
We waste so much time and energy on people that clearly don't care about us. Why is that? Why do we need people to like us? Why do we expect people to like us? I wonder that all the time. It seems like if someone does not care about me or for me I spend energy analyzing what I have done or more often - what have I done to this person to make them dislike me. Am I the problem or am I the solution. I try so hard to figure it out that I think I am going crazy. I reach out and get no response. I call and no response. What if these people are my family - aren't they supposed to like me?
I try to act like it does not bother me, however it bothers me a lot. Quick example - birthdays come and go. For theirs I FB message, text and CALLED on the phone. I actually spoke to them for a bit. Mostly about work or the kids - not what I would have considered personal at all. My birthday comes along and I get FB messages. No one bothered to call. It really makes me sad as this was exactly what my mom predicted would happen. We gathered there in March and reassured her we would all be fine and together. After mom died and we spent a week together doing things, I was thinking well maybe her thinking was just that thinking about what would happened when she left this world. I think I have spoken to 1 once in 3 years - because I called on the birthday. 2 of them just a handful of times - again because I call. I was determined at Christmas not to call. I did not and neither did they. One I speak with all the time as we are in the same boat. No one includes her calls her, nothing. It's really sad and I am glad I have her. What happened after mom died? I think that they were all so busy and together and I was away that they no longer think I am part of their family or a sibling. Is that possible? We have always been so close - at least I thought. Do they blame me because I was not there for the months they were all taking care of her? Do they blame me for not allowing mom to come out the last 2 years? I try not to make this about me, but since I talk to no one that is what I have come up with. I pray about this daily and wonder if they do too? Do I have the wrong attitude? What am I supposed to think? What am I to do? Keep doing the same - no one talking?
My hubby had a solution one night when I was crying, he suggested I call and ask them what is the matter? Maybe they are just so busy with their own lives they don't think about me. I guess that is a solution I will have to ponder. Maybe they are waiting for me to ask, waiting for me to decide for them. Oh, well, I will have to write more on this later. We shall see.
Friday, April 29, 2016
Beach day
What a beautiful day at the beach. Sunny, slight breeze, 74ish. We wake at 9, have our coffee on the balcony sharing the sun shine. Another day closer to going home.
We finish our coffee, go inside to make breakfast- what to have? Eggs, bacon and fresh melon. After breakfast we get ready for our daily walk. Blue roof, bathroom or upside down U? Where to go today? Time will tell. Nothing hurts so the further distance will do fine. We hope there is a breeze on the beach because the walk to it is amazingly still. No palm trees waving, no flags moving just very still.
There is a breeze, thank you we both say as we turn to each other and laugh. We walk and talk and pass the blue roof house, next is the bathroom. A public one next to a shower area do you can clean off the sand before you load up the car. We use the water to cool us off. Ahhh does that feel good.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Valentines Day - Why do we celebrate it ?
Today is Valentines Day 2016.
What did you get?
What did you get for others?
Why do we celebrate this day?
We know that it is a day of love, that we are to shower our loved ones in displays of affections, shouldn't we be doing this daily?
We are to eat chocolate and receive roses? Couldn't we do this weekly - monthly?
Some revel in the glory of love while others curse the holiday to the depths of its existence, devaluing as a “Hallmark Holiday” constructed to simple push the sales of candy and cards. Do you agree?
No matter how you feel about this holiday and it’s implications, the truth is that there is a ton of lore and history behind it.
Interesting Facts -
*Hallmark Holiday?
Though it is often claimed to be a holiday made up by the popular greeting card company, Hallmark didn’t produce its first Valentine’s Day card until 1913. This is literally centuries after the first declaration of the official holiday in 1537.
*The first phone??
If you’re missing your honey on Valentine’s Day and want to hi on the telephone, you can thank Alexander Graham Bell. It was on Valentine's Day in 1876, he applied for a patent for the telephone.
* Heart Shaped Box???
John Cadbury, a coffee and tea shop owner in Birmingham England discovered the profitability behind chocolate manufacturing in 1822. In 1822 his son Richard packaged Cadbury chocolates, known really for their Easter creme eggs, in the world’s first heart-shaped box.
When did we start receiving Jewelry? Going away on a trip? The day just keeps getting bigger and bigger. How did you spend your day? Who did you make smile today? Did you make a difference in someones day? This should be a goal on a daily basis and you will be all the better for it.
Leave a bit of Sparkle every where you go. - I want some feedback on this !!!
What did you get?
What did you get for others?
Why do we celebrate this day?
We know that it is a day of love, that we are to shower our loved ones in displays of affections, shouldn't we be doing this daily?
We are to eat chocolate and receive roses? Couldn't we do this weekly - monthly?
Some revel in the glory of love while others curse the holiday to the depths of its existence, devaluing as a “Hallmark Holiday” constructed to simple push the sales of candy and cards. Do you agree?
No matter how you feel about this holiday and it’s implications, the truth is that there is a ton of lore and history behind it.
Interesting Facts -
*Hallmark Holiday?
Though it is often claimed to be a holiday made up by the popular greeting card company, Hallmark didn’t produce its first Valentine’s Day card until 1913. This is literally centuries after the first declaration of the official holiday in 1537.
*The first phone??
If you’re missing your honey on Valentine’s Day and want to hi on the telephone, you can thank Alexander Graham Bell. It was on Valentine's Day in 1876, he applied for a patent for the telephone.
* Heart Shaped Box???
John Cadbury, a coffee and tea shop owner in Birmingham England discovered the profitability behind chocolate manufacturing in 1822. In 1822 his son Richard packaged Cadbury chocolates, known really for their Easter creme eggs, in the world’s first heart-shaped box.
When did we start receiving Jewelry? Going away on a trip? The day just keeps getting bigger and bigger. How did you spend your day? Who did you make smile today? Did you make a difference in someones day? This should be a goal on a daily basis and you will be all the better for it.
Leave a bit of Sparkle every where you go. - I want some feedback on this !!!
Monday, February 8, 2016
Hungarian Beef Stew - random I know.
I bet you are wondering where this came from?
Facebook actually. Someone posted a picture of Hungarian Beef Stew and the memories came flooding in.
See, this is the problem. I LOVE Hungarian stew and you would think it would be easy to find in Hungry. I, along with my mom, visited my sister and BIL in Romania where they lived in 1999. We were there for a few weeks and traveled around Romania before embarking on our journey back to the USA. This journey brought us through Hungry. What a beautiful country and it's a good thing my sister and BIL knew where they were going as the street signs were about a mile long and I would be lost. They had stayed at this cute motel and we went into the city of Budapest one of the days before flying out. We were on a mission as I was craving authentic Hungarian beef stew. We checked several menus along this main street and finally found what I was dreaming of for days. Hungarian Stew. It was so delicious I could not get enough. I even bought some authentic spices so I was able to make this at home which I did on several occasions.
Thanks Facebook and cooking light magazine for posting this wonderful picture and bringing me back to a wonder visit and my only visit abroad.
Leave me a comment if there is something this picture reminds you of.
Facebook actually. Someone posted a picture of Hungarian Beef Stew and the memories came flooding in.
Thanks Facebook and cooking light magazine for posting this wonderful picture and bringing me back to a wonder visit and my only visit abroad.
Leave me a comment if there is something this picture reminds you of.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Goofy Dog - I love you.
Where to start this - my goofy looking black lab named Cody. We have several names for him as I think most people to. Tom calls him Mr., Mr. Big, especially when he is riding in the truck doing errands. When we are trail walking he is bullet and Mr., or speeding bullet when he is tearing down the path towards us. We have learned to get out of the way or Cody will run us over.
We choose Cody in May when we were just back from Florida. We had lost our Akita between Christmas and New Years 2013. We had decided to wait a few months before getting another dog of any kind. WELL, that changed when a girl we know posted a picture of a puppy she was fostering. It was love at first sight or bite.
Who could resist this face... certainly not me. That blue eye instantly pulled me in. Tom was in love too. His birth date was April 16, 2014. He was mine for sure the date was the same date my mom died the previous year. That too was a sign. We had to wait 2 more weeks and he was not 8 weeks yet.
PS I should have seen the stick and realized what that meant. He was the most adorable monster I have ever known. throwing balls under the couch and being able to get them. Under the beds too. I have some great pictures with him sneaking under the bed with socks and things we normally would not have - sticks that we let him in the house with not realizing he like to make kindling. lol the things we learn quickly or not too quickly in my case.
Never before have I had a dog who loved to be on the couch or sleep in my bed.
Someone is in the wrong bed...
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More on this later.
We choose Cody in May when we were just back from Florida. We had lost our Akita between Christmas and New Years 2013. We had decided to wait a few months before getting another dog of any kind. WELL, that changed when a girl we know posted a picture of a puppy she was fostering. It was love at first sight or bite.
Who could resist this face... certainly not me. That blue eye instantly pulled me in. Tom was in love too. His birth date was April 16, 2014. He was mine for sure the date was the same date my mom died the previous year. That too was a sign. We had to wait 2 more weeks and he was not 8 weeks yet.
PS I should have seen the stick and realized what that meant. He was the most adorable monster I have ever known. throwing balls under the couch and being able to get them. Under the beds too. I have some great pictures with him sneaking under the bed with socks and things we normally would not have - sticks that we let him in the house with not realizing he like to make kindling. lol the things we learn quickly or not too quickly in my case.
Never before have I had a dog who loved to be on the couch or sleep in my bed.
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