Excerpts of my life...

Did you all watch the Super Bowl last Sunday? I really don’t care much for sports, but all my guys do, and so they all got together in my living room and swirled me over to my own little world... where I happily accommodated myself and delighted in all sorts of domestic bliss...

And so I cooked and baked and decided that Super Bowl Sunday was also good for ironing all that linen that I’d been deliberately hiding away from my view for some time, because I simply think that ironing linen is an onerous task one must rather forget...

Something magical must have happened during the task, though... for what do you know! All of a sudden the chore was no longer a chore at all! Ah yes, I was actually enjoying ironing!

I got so carried away that I even decided to go one step further and also ironed some of the old tablecloths... It was magic I tell you! It must have been magic!

While my lovely guys shouted and cheered for their team, I baked some delicious pumpkin bread and sat down to enjoy a bite with a steaming hot cup of tea.

Tea in my new teacup tasted different—delightfully different! For the past few months I’ve been dreaming with a teacup like this and searched almost every thrift stores in my area, until finally the other day I found this one.

I love teacups that are colored on the inside, and this one is in the most perfect shade of robin's egg blue. I only wish I could have found more than one, but one is all I need for my contentment right now. What a great satisfaction!

While I savored my tea, I was thinking how I wish I lived close to my sister Lissette... I miss my best friend, and now that we were able to spend a couple of days together in her lovely home in Florida, the longing have deepened. Are you close to your sister? Is she your best friend?

My sister Lissette and I had always been very close. When we were growing up we used to share everything from clothing to shoes to laughter to fear to Chicken Pox and rubella to the itty-bitty room we shared until the day I left my parent’s home to go to college and never came back…

I shared room with my sister since the day she was born, two years after me. I cannot picture my life growing up without Lissette always by my side. Growing up back then I never felt the need to have my own personal space, and neither of us ever asked our parents for separate rooms. There was something special, almost magical, about fading to sleep in the same room. We both represented so much comfort to each other. And we still do!

You can imagine our delight and joy those few occasions when we get to be with each other. It’s like going back to those happy days of our childhood again! We try to get together at least once every year, but sometimes this is not possible... miles and miles separate us, distance, work, family and life separate us, but that old bond is still the same as when we were growing up.

Goodness gracious me! I can't imagine what I was thinking the day we took these pictures! Do you see what I see too? Ah yes, I walked every little street and sun-drenched alley in warm and tourist-filled St. Augustine in my Eskimo boots, and never gave a single thought about it until I saw these pictures! Duh!

By the way, the most curious of things just happened this very moment. As I was typing, an impromptu of a snow storm passed through my window tossing giant fluffs of white. Tossed by wind’s whim danced the most intricate snowflakes, and I watched until a glistening blanket covered the brown earth instantly fading in the frozen wastes of the cold. Suddenly, my thoughts then turned to you--those of you who have never experienced the magic of snow and wish for it. I’m bottling some of this magic just for you! Hope you’d be awake tonight when the snow-sprites round your windows... Adios!