Is it really true that summer is getting shorter? Or is it just my view of it? It seems that every year is shorter and shorter, although this year's rainy June likely played a big part in it. We have had sunny weather for the past two weeks and summertime really is here. Last week we even had six days or sun and only 1 overcast!!
We start our Christmas in July sale this weekend, running for a week, and when it is over it will be August (not yet, no). This sale is a new one for us and we will be greatly reducing our things from last year, along with all the other holidays (Valentine, Easter, Halloween). Weather permitting we will have the outside tables filled with bargains of a holiday nature as well as our usual mark-downs,starting at $1. New this year will be our brand new Christmas decorations and table ware. We have tried every year to squeeze a Christmas corner into the shop and this year we have succeeded! We haven't put a real tree up but we do have Nativity sets, boxed Christmas cards, 2010 calendars and datebooks, and Christmas ornaments. Everything Christmas or other holiday related will be on sale along with some special surprises, so come by and see.
Meanwhile, enjoy every moment of this all too short summer. I am taking two days off a week (Sundays and Mondays) and loving every moment of them, relaxing, beach walking, reading, and planning for a filled schedule of events and classes starting in late September (after a two week Alaskan cruise- I can't wait). Hope you can spend time with your favorite summer activities. Feel free to add your comments about summer and how short it really is. Peace and rainbows,
debbie
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
A selection from emails on Friendship and Aging
I don't usually send things on from email. We all have enough junk to not need any more in our mailbox, but this one (sent to us by Elizabeth-thank you!) just seemed to hit me and I wanted to share it. Enjoy!
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Summer's finally here
It's finally summer! Or at least it is finally good weather, sunny and almost warm. I even went to the beach yesterday on a real day off! And today I am sitting in the sun, outside on the deck. Okay, so that may not be a big thing for you, but for this workaholic, it is huge. I have been at the shop every day for so long that having a day off in July is really nice. Cape Cod in summer is beautiful as everyone knows, but for those of us who live here, being off is often unheard of. To those of you who have been on vacation, are on vacation, or soon will be, enjoy every minute of it!
And for the rest of us, imagine how nice the sunshine feels on your face, the wind kissing you with a gentle breeze and the thoughts of ice cream filling your head. What is your perfect day? If it is something other than July on Cape Cod, please let us know.
And for the rest of us, imagine how nice the sunshine feels on your face, the wind kissing you with a gentle breeze and the thoughts of ice cream filling your head. What is your perfect day? If it is something other than July on Cape Cod, please let us know.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Trying to coordinate postings
If you seem confused by the different postings, you are not alone. I cannot seem to get the website postings and these together, but I AM working on it. Even though I am no longer "new" according to the dates on Blogger, I am still a real newbie when it comes to knowing what I am doing here. I know how to write, but posting and organizing is a whole new concept for me. I started a second blog even because I couldn't figure out how to post to this one! Then miraculously, I could post onto the first one-arghhhh!
Do you seem to find yourself forgetting everything? I sure do, especially as I get older (now who is getting any younger? duh) but you know what I mean. (If you don't, just wait, you will.) Numbers, passwords, email addresses, phone numbers, street addresses all seem to be cluttering up my head and keeping me from remembering what I want to remember. I like remembering how "things used to be" like Cape Cod in my childhood. Provincetown is still a beautiful place with gorgeous scenery but what people remember is the "carnival" they see, especially in the summertime. Dennis Port is growing every year, but people only remember its glory days of Hendersons, Hazeltons, etc or how the village fell into loneliness when these closed and others moved out to Patriot's Square. I like to remember beautiful pansies out front of the store that our wonderful friend Nancy kept watered. And I don't like to remember that she has moved away as her Alzheimers disease has progressed. What do you want to remember? Can you stop for a moment and see that place, that time, that memory? Try it right now and make yourself happy. Memories are never forgotten as long as they live in our memory.
Do you seem to find yourself forgetting everything? I sure do, especially as I get older (now who is getting any younger? duh) but you know what I mean. (If you don't, just wait, you will.) Numbers, passwords, email addresses, phone numbers, street addresses all seem to be cluttering up my head and keeping me from remembering what I want to remember. I like remembering how "things used to be" like Cape Cod in my childhood. Provincetown is still a beautiful place with gorgeous scenery but what people remember is the "carnival" they see, especially in the summertime. Dennis Port is growing every year, but people only remember its glory days of Hendersons, Hazeltons, etc or how the village fell into loneliness when these closed and others moved out to Patriot's Square. I like to remember beautiful pansies out front of the store that our wonderful friend Nancy kept watered. And I don't like to remember that she has moved away as her Alzheimers disease has progressed. What do you want to remember? Can you stop for a moment and see that place, that time, that memory? Try it right now and make yourself happy. Memories are never forgotten as long as they live in our memory.
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