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Who IS that girl?

I posted the photo composite above on Facebook today in honor of Throwback Thursday (#TBT), one of my favorite FB features. (I love seeing everybody's vintage shots, especially the friends I've only known as adults.) I've been trying to organize all my old photos since January and recently got around to the high school era.  When I saw my yearbook pics from sophomore, junior and senior year, I was struck by the crazy consistency of them: Same hairstyle, same blue and white ensemble, exact same expression. Pretty strange, since I grew up to be a person who changed her look - especially hairstyles - and her mind on a regular and frequent basis. Would the young 'me' have bored the heck out of the 'old' me? Hmmm?

Great weekend. No photos.

My son (the transplant to New York City whom I haven't seen since February) and his girlfriend came for an unexpected visit this weekend. Sadly, a funeral for a friend brought them home, but we managed to squeeze some positivity out of the situation with a couple of home-cooked meals and bonus family time.  I was so happy and wrapped up in being with him, I forgot to take even one picture.  That may be the modern measure of how engaged and 'in the moment' we are at any given time: When we forget to observe and record the moments, and simply participate in them. Sweet.

Meditation made easy: Just do it!

One of the things I've always thought I should do on a daily basis - besides eat wisely, exercise and enjoy a good hug - is meditate. But, I've never known exactly how to go about it. Do I sign up for a class in TM? Engage a yogi for private lessons by the hour? There are all kinds of experts suggesting that meditation is good for the aging brain, but none so convincing as Brian Johnson who puts it in plain old easy-to-understand language with no New Age nonsense. Watch the video here. (Click on 'Preview this class.' I love the bit about the 100% paradox.) After viewing Brian's presentation last week, I started meditating for 12 minutes every morning and am about to increase to 20 minutes. I still have problems taming my "mind monkey," at times (okay, all the time) but I really am noticing more clarity and increased feelings of calm. And, if it will fend off Alzheimer's, more power to me! Ommmm.

Morning at The Sorella with the President

The hubs and I woke up after a lovely night's sleep in the Presidential Suite and enjoyed one of the best complimentary continental breakfasts we've had in our lives. Toasted-to-order bagels with lox, cheese and all the trimmings, fresh fruit and pastries PLUS made-to-order cappuccino or espresso.  (There was cereal, too, for the kids.)
Then, after extending our checkout time by an hour, we went to the rooftop pool, snagged a cabana and enjoyed some fun in the sun before our presidential term ran out.
As we lounged and the minutes ticked away to checkout time, he asked, "Do you think you could call me Mr. President for one more day?" I answered, "Okay, but you have to stop calling me Monica. It's gross and unbecoming." "Oh, alright. 'First Lady', then."

Presidential upgrade

Thanks to my media card, we received a rock star upgrade to the Hotel Sorella's Presidential Suite. 1500 sf of opulence. 1-1/2 baths. 5 sinks throughout. A private terrace that holds 41 people. A dining table for eight. And a bathroom to die for.  Regular nightly rate? Only $2500, a mere pittance for rock stars and presidents. (I paid 1/25th of that, for the record.) The nice young woman at the desk told me she wanted me to see "the best the hotel had to offer." For one night - and one night only - we were living like the one percent.

Ciao bella, Hotel Sorella!

Taking a break from the usual yard work this weekend at Kansas City's newest - and, I would argue, sexiest - hotel, The Sorella on the Country Club Plaza.  It's sleek, modern, Italian and, if I close my eyes while lounging in a cabana by the rootop infinity pool, it feels like a trendy boutique hotel in Rome.
We'll be back to reality soon enough, but for now we're off the grid. Okay, maybe not completely. Wifi at the hotel is free.
Enjoy your weekend, friends!

When you start to look like your grandmother

The other day at lunch, my mother requested a suitable-for-framing copy of this picture, taken during my photo shoot with the jewelry artist a while back.  "Is it the hat?" I asked. "Because it's so rare that I find one that fits my melon head? Not that I blame you. I'm putting that one on Dad." "No," she answered. "It's because you look so much like Kiki at that age." Kiki was my grandmother. "That's nice, Mom." This isn't the first time someone has noticed a grandmotherly resemblance. After my father's funeral, when I had gotten up to read a passage in church, a distant childhood friend remarked, "Oh, my God. When you walked up to that lectern, I thought it was Neva Belle!" Neva Belle (we called her Mere Mere) was my other grandmother. I think Jamie Lee Curtis has the right take on this. She says: "Genetics are the key to aging. I now resemble both my grandmothers, where when I was younger I …

Just another day in Omaha

So, you know, I was just walking down the street and happened to notice a couple of familiar looking rich dudes sittin' on a bench. So, I snapped a selfie 'cuz I thought my grandparents would think it was cool. And, what else did I have to do??!
It really happened.

City mouse, country mouse

It's hot and I've obviously gotten lazy on the old blog because, well, it's hot, I'm cranky and I haven't had much to say. But, today, I went for a drive to Bismarck Gardens, the best place to buy fresh field corn in all of these here parts and had one of those "How lucky am I?" moments.
One of the best things about living in Lawrence, Kansas, is the ready availability of farm fresh food.  From my house, it's an 8- to 12-minute drive to the country in every direction where all kinds of great family farms offer fresh-picked produce.
After I loaded up with corn, tomatoes and something called "Candy Onions," I hit the little Iwig Dairy Store on my way home for some fresh, ice cold milk in a glass bottle.
The trip took less than a half hour.  How lucky am I?

BoomerGirl Bird Resort: NOW OPEN

I decided that if I'm going sit at my breakfast bar working by virtual commute all morning, I'm going to need more to look at as I gaze out the kitchen window. But, at what exactly? All of our wild roses are spent. Now, there's just bunch of prickly green foliage out there. Nice, but hardly entertaining. So, as our last holiday project, the hubs and I traipsed out to the shed and hauled out all of our bird feeders and their respective stands, hit the hardware store for a a few more and gallons of feed. (That's some cheesy yard art from the early 90s you see in the background...because class is in the eyes of the beholder, my friends.)  So far, we've had very few takers, but I know when our winged BFFs get a load of the spread we put out, they'll be tweeting and re-tweeting.

You gotta have art

I've had more than my fair share of stress in the last couple of weeks. So, I took a drastic step on Monday.  I decided to go "off the grid" for four hours a day. That's four hours when I don't check Facebook, Twitter, my blog or email. (I know. Four hours isn't much but, for a gal whose laptop, iPad and iPhone have become appendages...it's a good baby step.) To fill the time, I'm trying things I've always wanted to do, starting with painting. As you can see, I'm just getting my brushes wet, but it's really very relaxing.