Week in Review: Week 92

Wow, another week has passed! Yes, this was a “short week” but I managed to squeeze more out of it. I’m feeling so good I’ve finally gotten back to unpacking (yes, I am still surrounded by boxes!) and reorganizing the space. AND keeping a thought towards making room for a Christmas tree soon!

So, while I just moved here in August, I’ve had some things in boxes for…8 years! Oh my goodness! I sold and moved out of my house (where I’d lived for 14 years) in October 2009, and some things have not been unpacked in all that time. So it’s always a surprise to open a box marked “Kitchen slash pottery slash metal things slash living room not vital,” because after all this time, who KNOWS what’s in there?!? It’s fun to see things again after so long.

This picture my daughter colored for me when she was little little, maybe 5 or 6? Thank goodness she signed her last name to it or I would never have known who it was from!

I found my old wedding album oh joy. Everyone looks so young. And pink. And poofy.


And my niece and daughter…when she was still young enough that I could dress her as *I* wanted. I think I have this exact outfit now.


Dime Savings Bank is very generously doing a campaign where they’re donating $10 to nonprofits when people post what they’re thankful for on social media along with the hashtag #DimeGivesBack and tagging the nonprofit of your choice. Obviously I’m supporting Nassau Suffolk Services for Autism, where I work.


I couldn’t believe that Trader Joe’s had No. Fresh. Flowers. on Wednesday. Yes, I know it was the day before Thanksgiving, but still! I’ve never witnessed such a thing! For the record, I think Trader’s has The Best Selection of cut flowers at the best prices anywhere (except a wholesale market). They’re my go-to for flowers for the house and for gifts so this was a disappointment.


On Thanksgiving Day I just hung out at home with the kids….


Drinking tea and eating pie…


Getting updates from my daughter, sister and nieces in South Carolina…


From left to right: Niece, Grand-Niece, Daughter, Sister. Aren’t they all beautiful? I wish I could have been there with them. Maybe next time.

Late in the day we went for a ride (“IN THE CAR!” said Caleb excitedly)…


To see the sunset.


I had a friend over the next day for a post-Thanksgiving brunch. At 6pm.


This morning I filled the kitchen with smoke…but look how pretty the light rays are coming through it from outside.


And that’s my week! One holiday behind us, another one ahead. Have you started on Next Holiday Prep…whatever it might be?


Week in Review: Week 75

It was a quietish week. Was it? Maybe not. I forget.


This is my solution to too-sheer curtains on the bathroom window that looks directly out onto my landlord’s garden (where he frequently is).


An unwelcome friend found while packing. I think he came in in a box.


And he was tossed out in a box. Ugh.


Going through old school yearbooks while packing. This is college.


And elementary school. Oofah. It was a bad hair year. But I loved this blouse, because Laurie Partridge on The Partridge Family had the exact same one.


I got out to a beach one evening with a friend. There was no sunset and it was actually a little drizzly…but still nice to be out in the air staring at the water.

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At work we had a nice event one evening, dedicating the new gazebo to the memory of a dear friend and co-worker who passed away at the end of 2016. There were family members, employees past and present…lots of tear-filled speeches, but also some laughs…and mostly it was a celebration of her life shared by those who loved her. An emotional evening.

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I spent a LOT of time searching for head coverings….


…so I don’t look like this.


I hope I feel well enough to go to this.

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I had a photo shoot and went to dinner with friends after. Dinner was a vanilla milkshake.


A friend made me dinner and brought me flowers. That was very nice ❤

And now I really must get on with the packing. Moving date is less than 4 weeks away. It’s grey and dreary here today, I should get a lot done. Unless I take a nap instead.




Week in Review: Weeks 64-67

Wow, I’ve essentially lost the month of May. May was the bulk of my radiation treatments – I still have seven left to go so they’re reaching a little into June as well, but hopefully I’ll be able to reclaim some of June for myself. I’ve been too tired to do much of anything, but here’s what I’ve been up to for the past few weeks.


I photographed our 5k Jack’s Run for Autism up in Port Washington. It was like The Windiest Day EVER. We couldn’t hang signs or put out balloons to mark the course or anything. But the runners didn’t seem to mind. Those athletic types don’t let *anything* stop them. Respect.


And then I went for my first chemo treatment. Scary. They kept referring to it as an “all day treatment.” SCARY. But in reality, it was a lot of prep, counseling, two hours of IV hydration and anti-nausea meds before and another two hours after…and the actual chemo was only one hour. But it *was* a long day of not really knowing what to expect so I had my bag well-stocked with activities, snacks, water, super soft kitty blanket, book, etc.


I was anxious all day waiting to feel awful…but that really never happened. I felt *queasy* for the next week or so but never really nauseous. I will be repeating this procedure on Monday. Hopeful for same outcome.

Ugh. This dress. Not good. It went back to Gwynnie Bee immediately. You win some, you lose some.


I brought some lilacs in from outside our office door. They smelled so so so so good. And I haven’t killed my succulent terrarium plants yet! Yay Me!


Caleb is such a sneaky-peeker.


I found a rock on the beach that looks like a heart. Or a butt. You choose.


Ahhhhh. I need more of these.


Don’t work too hard, Caleb.


Sunrise outside my door.


How fun is this beachy cake? I just looked, I did not touch.


A family from the school brought me this card. They’re having their own struggles and yet they took their time to do this for me. HUGS TO YOU.


My kooky kid.


Her kooky mom.


Sunrise out my girlfriend’s door.


I dog-sat last weekend. They’re a tough pair to handle. Not.


We had lots of lovely porch time.


Some things never change.


Ruh-roh. I killed one of the succulents. It rotted away. I think I overwatered. I put a turtle in its place. That will be harder to kill.

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Here is a pic of me at 10. It was part of a video I just saw for the first time, so I apologize for poor quality due to screen grab. I guess my father filmed this back in 1970? Isn’t it weird to see pictures of yourself from the past (well, duh, all pictures are from the past but you know what I mean) that you have No Recollection of? You know it’s you cuz you can SEE you, but. I have no memory of this day or this dress or even my father having a movie camera! And this is funny, in 1970 girls were not yet allowed to wear pants to school. But we were wearing dresses this short (you can’t see the groovy white Jan Brady knee socks I had on but they’re there). How did THAT make sense??

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For some reason this “I Am the Champion” muscle man bicep pose was my go-to photo pose around that age. Who knows. That’s my sister, cheery in yellow.

And there you have it. This month was a LOT of laying around, staying close to home. Hopefully I’ll be able to venture out a little more this month. Fingers crossed!

On another note, I have STILL not switched out my winter clothes for summer! It’s been just cool enough that I haven’t needed to. Maybe this weekend. I kind of think that was the same last sentence from my LAST Week in Review post!

xoxo Bettye

My Week in Review: Week 23

Whirl. Wind. This week has been a whirlwind. Not bad, just BIZZY. I have a houseguest. And her dog. And was finishing up some projects at work. And starting on new ones. And some other things. And thinking about OTHER other things. So my brain has been on overdrive. I need a little veg out time soon to re-charge. One more week til vacation. Then…NOTHING. I want a whole lot of NOTHING on vacation 🙂 Sleeping late. Napping in the afternoon. Reading in the air conditioning. Sitting on the beach listening to the surf. Yup. That’s The Plan.

But here’s some of this past week…


The dogs liked the beach.


Inspirational greeting card sky.


The hushed pine forest.


Photo shoot in 9million degrees.


Watermelon gazpacho. Yum. Made by someone other than me. Even yummier.


Nautical spirit day at work. Have you seen my missing white sneaker?


Dusk at the beach.


Puppy-sitting at work.


$12 Long Island Iced Tea. They’re STRONG. Yay.


Floating lanterns at a beach wedding we happened upon.


Photobooth at Sibling Day work. I’ll have some cajun fries with that, please.




I went to this laser light show in the 70s and again last night. I believe I have filled my lifetime quota.



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My favorite place to be is in the water. I especially love the ocean. I love the coolness of the water, the anonymity of it – even when there are thousands of people at beach, you’re just a faceless head bobbing in the waves. What I most love is the weightlessness of being in water.

It seems like “duh,” but it’s very “heavy” to be overweight. The pressure of the weight of your body on your legs and feet when standing, on your back and butt when sitting, and on your hips and ribs when laying down…is exhausting. Heavy. You get sore. You get tired. It is exhausting and heavy to just BE.

Being in the water is such a respite. You’re weightless. You float. You bob. There is no pressure on any part of your body. It’s cool. It’s silken. You’re LIGHT.

Even my mind relaxes as I float out just beyond the surf. I can let things go – weighty issues, heavy things weighing on my mind…and just…be…light.

It’s always a cruel shock to come out of the water, lifted by waves and carried to the shore, feet touching ground and you start walking again, supporting your own weight…and you feel heavier than before…bathing suit and hair heavy with water, struggling against the earth’s pull to keep walking forward, back to your little spot on the sand.

And I sit in my chair and wait for the next time I can be light in the water.