That’s some story of travel trauma. I’m glad you’re home safe and sound. Also I thank you for the Nepo suggestion (which is in my nightstand now). Also, yay to shearling lined Birks. Also: whittling?
Living in Maine for 5 years, Bean boots were also essential especially in what we called “Mud Season” there when the snow turns to slush. I threw mine out a few years ago and I sometimes regret it because we have “Mud Season” also here in Switzerland! 🇨🇭
It’s bitter cold here in NYC also, but we barely got any snow. I’ve been wearing leg warmers inside because my apartment is so cold! Your outdoor chairs look very comfy with the snowy padding. The opposite is true of your nightmarish travel tribulations, so the self-care recovery process may take some time. Yikes!!
I wear nasty old dirty Ugg booties around the house ( lesson learned - don’t cook in them - things drip ). Same goes for shoes here in Western Colorado. A good tread on an investment boot pays off. I’ve recently discovered Merry Boots in all their delicious colors. Unstoppable rubber boots for street to barn, rain or sun.
I also grew up thinking the powdered taco seasoning kits were the real deal. Hamburger, iceberg lettuce and some shredded cheese ;). Inspired to do that throwback sometime soon!
Ugh! What an ordeal getting home. Am glad you’ve been able to hunker down & enjoy laughs & comforting foods w Shelby & Hayes. Love the bold colors of your new pieces. Thank you for your Sunday shares. 🥰
Your story of the return trip home reminds me of the movie, Planes, Trains and automobiles with John Candy & Steve Martin. Such stressful travel... and love to the nice lady that helped you with the rental car. We were all worried about you. I’m glad Shelby & Hayes could talk you home while driving.
Your post today feels so rhythmic and soft. I really enjoyed it. I understand the opening paragraph by Yung Pueblo. ( subscribed) I have reacted out of survival before, but it feels so much better to move slowly, measured in my decisions & with grace. I’ve learned a lot from you. I reread many of your substack. My sobriety is such a gift too. ☺️ No doubt a huge part of my clarity. In last Sunday’s post, you discussed learning how to trust our hearts again. I believe I’m headed that way.
The painting, To Hell and Back is interesting. I am curious to know your opinion after you study it. I’m not sure what I think. I wonder why the arrows?
And the patio furniture does take on a human feel. Especially the snow covered arm rests. They seem to have eyes too! Maybe they need hats? 🎩 lol
Thanks for the gentle words today. Glad your home relaxing with the people you love. There is no place better to be, than a cozy, warm & safe home. We are so fortunate.
PS I’m reading 7 Thousand Ways too
Loving it.
Cute Shelby. You’ve got a great sister
Hope her whittling injuries heal up before Minnesota
Allison: I am glad that you made it home in one piece. I am also sorry about an addendum to a comment I made on your last post. As you have explained here you nearly circled the planet to get to Nashville from NYC. We in the north often make light of folks below the Mason Dixon line and, what we claim superiority regarding driving in " a little bitty bit" of snow. Of course what we omit is that we have military divisions of snow plows and dozens of half domed buildings full of salt to melt the ice. Sorry that you had to experience that dreadful sounding trip.
You have a fellow creature that is recognizing every opportunity to find and feel joy!
Words: You’re a mind reader.
Yes to Shearling Birkenstock Clogs!
Your sister is adorable!
Song: I love picking music for the mood of the day. I play Don Henley’s Cass County when I make gumbo. 4-5 times around at least. My superstitions got the best of me so I always play Don now but that’s ok. It’s a great recording. One day I’ll write to him so he knows.
What a nightmare travel experience. I cried for you. Happy you are nesting, laughing and staying warm inside.
I was heading to Bend, OR March 2020 to a much needed visit with my son and family.
Southwest flight. Bag checked in.
Excited with anticipation.
My husband calls and tells me several TSA agents were sick with Covid symptoms. From what I remember there were so many unanswered questions about Covid. Did I want to take the chance of getting sick on an airplane or bringing something to my family? The mouth quivering tears didn’t show up until I asked the agent to take my bag off the flight. It was the right thing to do but it hurt oh so bad. It didn’t take long but long enough for my husband to pull up in front of baggage claim to drive us home.
My choice was a good one.
When I say my prayers at night I always try to remember your prayers. I giggle and say to myself, now what did Allison pray for?
Your traveling ordeal was unbelievable. You did great handling it. And thank you for Mark Nepo's book selection, I just recieved my copy and am just past the intro and starting the first chapter. It's so good, already. Yes, nothing like good quality jazz, or other instrumentals relaxing at home. Thank you for all of this Sunday List. I love hearing how you are learning, it's beautiful and insightful. Hope your week is rich in love and kindness.
I bought the Mark Nepo book after your post last week. Isn't he great?
I'm blessed to have grown up around Mexicans in California. I grew up on good Mexican food, along with the Armenian food and German from Russia food my mom and grandmothers made. Add Indian food by my Sikh friend, Danish food by the neighbor from Denmark, Italian food at restaurants, Swiss food by my uncle...
California's Central Valley is so diverse and I'm ethnically mixed. I'm blessed.
Lord.
That’s some story of travel trauma. I’m glad you’re home safe and sound. Also I thank you for the Nepo suggestion (which is in my nightstand now). Also, yay to shearling lined Birks. Also: whittling?
Living in Maine for 5 years, Bean boots were also essential especially in what we called “Mud Season” there when the snow turns to slush. I threw mine out a few years ago and I sometimes regret it because we have “Mud Season” also here in Switzerland! 🇨🇭
It’s bitter cold here in NYC also, but we barely got any snow. I’ve been wearing leg warmers inside because my apartment is so cold! Your outdoor chairs look very comfy with the snowy padding. The opposite is true of your nightmarish travel tribulations, so the self-care recovery process may take some time. Yikes!!
I wear nasty old dirty Ugg booties around the house ( lesson learned - don’t cook in them - things drip ). Same goes for shoes here in Western Colorado. A good tread on an investment boot pays off. I’ve recently discovered Merry Boots in all their delicious colors. Unstoppable rubber boots for street to barn, rain or sun.
I also grew up thinking the powdered taco seasoning kits were the real deal. Hamburger, iceberg lettuce and some shredded cheese ;). Inspired to do that throwback sometime soon!
Appreciate your thoughts every Sunday!
Ugh! What an ordeal getting home. Am glad you’ve been able to hunker down & enjoy laughs & comforting foods w Shelby & Hayes. Love the bold colors of your new pieces. Thank you for your Sunday shares. 🥰
Hi Allison
Your story of the return trip home reminds me of the movie, Planes, Trains and automobiles with John Candy & Steve Martin. Such stressful travel... and love to the nice lady that helped you with the rental car. We were all worried about you. I’m glad Shelby & Hayes could talk you home while driving.
Your post today feels so rhythmic and soft. I really enjoyed it. I understand the opening paragraph by Yung Pueblo. ( subscribed) I have reacted out of survival before, but it feels so much better to move slowly, measured in my decisions & with grace. I’ve learned a lot from you. I reread many of your substack. My sobriety is such a gift too. ☺️ No doubt a huge part of my clarity. In last Sunday’s post, you discussed learning how to trust our hearts again. I believe I’m headed that way.
The painting, To Hell and Back is interesting. I am curious to know your opinion after you study it. I’m not sure what I think. I wonder why the arrows?
And the patio furniture does take on a human feel. Especially the snow covered arm rests. They seem to have eyes too! Maybe they need hats? 🎩 lol
Thanks for the gentle words today. Glad your home relaxing with the people you love. There is no place better to be, than a cozy, warm & safe home. We are so fortunate.
PS I’m reading 7 Thousand Ways too
Loving it.
Cute Shelby. You’ve got a great sister
Hope her whittling injuries heal up before Minnesota
xo
Allison: I am glad that you made it home in one piece. I am also sorry about an addendum to a comment I made on your last post. As you have explained here you nearly circled the planet to get to Nashville from NYC. We in the north often make light of folks below the Mason Dixon line and, what we claim superiority regarding driving in " a little bitty bit" of snow. Of course what we omit is that we have military divisions of snow plows and dozens of half domed buildings full of salt to melt the ice. Sorry that you had to experience that dreadful sounding trip.
Always love the Sunday list. So sorry about the travel woes - they are just the worst. And I'm with Elissa on those shearlings - want!
You have a fellow creature that is recognizing every opportunity to find and feel joy!
Words: You’re a mind reader.
Yes to Shearling Birkenstock Clogs!
Your sister is adorable!
Song: I love picking music for the mood of the day. I play Don Henley’s Cass County when I make gumbo. 4-5 times around at least. My superstitions got the best of me so I always play Don now but that’s ok. It’s a great recording. One day I’ll write to him so he knows.
What a nightmare travel experience. I cried for you. Happy you are nesting, laughing and staying warm inside.
I was heading to Bend, OR March 2020 to a much needed visit with my son and family.
Southwest flight. Bag checked in.
Excited with anticipation.
My husband calls and tells me several TSA agents were sick with Covid symptoms. From what I remember there were so many unanswered questions about Covid. Did I want to take the chance of getting sick on an airplane or bringing something to my family? The mouth quivering tears didn’t show up until I asked the agent to take my bag off the flight. It was the right thing to do but it hurt oh so bad. It didn’t take long but long enough for my husband to pull up in front of baggage claim to drive us home.
My choice was a good one.
When I say my prayers at night I always try to remember your prayers. I giggle and say to myself, now what did Allison pray for?
Your traveling ordeal was unbelievable. You did great handling it. And thank you for Mark Nepo's book selection, I just recieved my copy and am just past the intro and starting the first chapter. It's so good, already. Yes, nothing like good quality jazz, or other instrumentals relaxing at home. Thank you for all of this Sunday List. I love hearing how you are learning, it's beautiful and insightful. Hope your week is rich in love and kindness.
I bought the Mark Nepo book after your post last week. Isn't he great?
I'm blessed to have grown up around Mexicans in California. I grew up on good Mexican food, along with the Armenian food and German from Russia food my mom and grandmothers made. Add Indian food by my Sikh friend, Danish food by the neighbor from Denmark, Italian food at restaurants, Swiss food by my uncle...
California's Central Valley is so diverse and I'm ethnically mixed. I'm blessed.