Christmas List


My Christmas List:

  1. I wish the media would stop covering celebrities. Why do you keep covering what the Kardashians are doing? They make money every time their name is dropped. They certainly don’t need any more money. And every time you do cover celebrities like this, your respectable viewers take you less seriously.
  2. I am all for free speech. I like that social media is a great platform for sharing opinions and ideas. But I wish people would stop barking at each other on Facebook because they think their opinion is the only one – the RIGHT one. Have a little respect for your fellow man/woman!!
  3. I wish more people would utilize and support their local library. No I take that back, I wish more people were AWARE of their library and what they do. They’re missing out on some great stuff!
  4. I wish I listened to my parents. As I get older, I find I am turning into my parents. I am doing everything THEY do (that I once made fun of them for doing). YOUR PARENTS ARE RIGHT!!
  5. I wish I could read faster. Working at the library has made me aware of how many books are out there. I want to read them all!!
  6. Sometimes I wish my dog was a maid and could clean the house and have dinner on the table for us when we get home from a long day of work. Although her greeting of a wagging tail and happy face will always suffice.
  7. I wish for inspiration and creativity.
  8. I wish for peace. I wish for peace everywhere in all things from politics to personal relationships.

The Library & My Heart

I’ve worn many caps in my lifetime. I was a supermarket cashier, florist, produce clerk, among other things. I am used to dealing with people of all backgrounds and personalities. But my job at the library has taken it to a new level. It is amazing what kinds of bonds you can form with people who are standing ahead of you at a desk for a mere 3-4 minutes once a week.

If you know me, you know I’m not a big hugger and I am certainly not an outwardly sappy or sentimental person. But yesterday, I received two hugs and they were greatly appreciated and made me very thankful.

Among the very special patrons that come to the library, there is one who has captured the staff’s hearts. He is a war veteran who comes in a couple of times a week for DVDs. He is a simple man, always kind and so pleasant to talk to. He is part of our weekly routine and it is so nice.
Recently we started to notice his appearance and demeanor changing. He wasn’t as upbeat and looked a little sick. Then, we stopped seeing him for weeks. In our experience as a staff we began to think the worst. We’ve opened the local papers to see obituaries of some of our favorite people and it stings. Luckily, we didn’t see his.

Yesterday, he finally came in. He had a nice smile and looked himself again. He was so happy in fact, he hugged every single staff member. Now at this point I start to cringe because I don’t like hugs. Well, I had no choice. That man came behind the desk and gave me the biggest hug. And you know what? It was great.

If you can believe it, an hour or so later, I received another hug. One of the lovely ladies from book club came in and asked to speak to us in the back office. She took a deep breath and told us she had a stroke. More hugs were exchanged and everyone left. I sat in the brief silence of the library and took a deep breath. I have a lot of be thankful for. Those hugs I dislike so much, might not be so awful after all.

iPhoto, I Photo, I Photograph


If you know me, you know I have always been obsessed with photography. I’d carry my camera everywhere I went because I never wanted to miss a moment. I studied photography in college and even dabbled in weddings and portraits. Recently, my camera has been collecting dust. Why? I think the answer is the iPhone. Maybe social media. (But don’t we just love to blame everything on social media?)

It took me a long time to get a smartphone. Now I can take thousands of photos by carrying a phone in my purse. No more whipping out the SLR, choosing a lens and taking a few shots. Everyday I sign onto social media and I see hundreds maybe thousands of shots taken by other people with their smartphones. I can’t believe I am saying this, but the spark, the inspiration – it’s gone. And I just don’t know how to get it back.

There are so many photographers out there now, whether self taught or professionally trained. How do we differentiate ourselves from the next?

I do suppose this is a photographic mid-life crisis!



Travel to the Past

A few months ago L.L. Bean opened in Cranston, RI. We went for the grand opening and a local radio station was giving away prizes. Low & behold, I actually WON something!
We had a choice of sports tickets and other things, but we thought it would be cool to take two tickets to Plymouth Plantations. We decided to book a room through Airbnb so we could take our time visiting Plymouth.

We had a great time. The beginning of the tour shows you how the Native Americans (Wampanoag) lived. We just learned a little about the Wampanoag at the tour we took at Mt. Hope Farm in Bristol so it was nice to carry on learning. Their dwellings were modest and kind of beautiful, especially their round shapes. They used tree bark to cover the outside and when we entered one, it wasn’t quite a cold as I imagined. They really utilized their resources well. They used the entire tree from its bark to hollowing the tree for seating or boats. It is amazing to see all of this. I think how wasteful we are now because we have almost anything at our disposal. I do wish I could be more diligent about fully using my resources.

Then we stopped by the craft center where you can see a variety of things being made like bread, loom work and candle making. There were lots of families around so we missed out on this!

Finally we walked through the 17th century pilgrim village. The houses were very small and shaped more like what we might recognize as a house today – more angular structures with a sloping roof. I don’t want to give too much away because I think everyone should visit Plymouth Plantations!

Also, you will notice on the website the spelling is:

Plimoth Plantations

I did wonder about this. One of the staff dressed as a settler said to the children on the tour that
the variation in spelling had to do with the fact that as long as a settler could read it, then there was no correct way. Often J, I and Y were used in the same way, hence Plymouth and Plimoth. John might have been spelled Iohn!

We spent quite a while at the plantation. We did make it down to Plymouth Rock and walked a bit of the downtown area. We had fun at some antique stores along the way.



Our Airbnb room was so cute and we were happy to get away for a quick night
to celebrate our anniversary!