Saturday Night Serenade–All You Need Is Love

Who doesn’t love love?  I love love.  And I love this movie, Love Actually.  I know.  It’s a Christmas movie.  And it’s August now, and hotter than ‘old Miss Hot and she died hot’, as my dad would say.  But the sentiment is here.  All you need is love.

When misunderstandings and disagreements inevitably come along, we need to remember that we come from a starting place of love.  Mr. R. and I were married in our back yard nearly five years ago.  We were married there twice, actually, the first ceremony a very private affair conducted by a friend of ours, a dotty little Wiccan.  There was sage and a feather and water and soil and a tiny bell.  It was deliciously weird and wonderful.

Our formal wedding (well, more formal than that, anyway) was held a few months later, a huge celebration with all our friends.  And when the deed was done, I had someone press ‘play’ on the iPod to play this song.  I wish we could have had the choir and the brass and all, but it was beautiful, nonetheless.

Here’s to all the hopeless romantics out there.  Because all you need is love.  Happy Saturday night!

 

Saturday Night Serenade–So Glad to Be Home

Seven days.  Seven states.  Maryland, Pennsylvania, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Georgia, and Florida.  It’s great to be home!

I left Mr. R. at home with temptation (don’t think I didn’t see the wedge of cheesecake he had) and Jack, our 85-pound land shark, while I visited the parentals, and my son and daughter-in-law.  And don’t get me wrong, I had a great time.  But I was incredibly happy to get home last night.

Home, as it turns out, is not just a place.  While I love my folks and my boy, Mr. R. is my home.  And he has been, for over a decade now.  I missed him.  Who else ‘gets’ me?  Whose touch do I crave, whose laugh do I covet?

I couldn’t decided between these two songs, so I chose both of them.  Because when I returned, I found my sunshine.  And I’m so glad to be home.  I hope you’re ‘home’, wherever you are.

Happy Saturday night!

 

If It’s July, It Must Be Shakespeare

July is always a bit of a downer for me.  That’s because past the 4th of July, my summer vacation is more than half-way over.

However…

Mid-July brings Shakespeare by the Sea, the annual performance by the Palm Beach Shakespeare Festival at Carlin Park in Jupiter.  Each year, they choose a play by the bard and give it their own spin.  This year, they’re doing The Taming of the Shrew, and it’s set at the Kentucky Derby.  Which has me shrugging my shoulders a bit, but I’m happy to go along for the ride.

The play is performed at the Seabreeze Amphitheatre across the street from the beach.  Patrons of all ages are invited to bring picnic suppers, wine, blankets, and lawn chairs as they come to enjoy an evening of entertainment.

A couple of years ago, my folks were visiting along with my six-year-old niece, Lily, and I was so excited to take them to see Much Ado About Nothing.  They were not convinced that Lily would be content to watch a Shakespeare play.  But once we arrived and got settled, some of the actors came out and interacted with her.  When the curtain went up, she was riveted.

The event runs for two consecutive long weekends and is free, with a suggested donation of $5 to cover their expenses.  At last year’s performance of Hamlet, an actor performed a private sonnet in exchange for your donation.

I love everything about this video.  The actor is spot-on, his young audience handles the one-on-one attention with aplomb, and you get the feel of sitting on the hillside waiting for the play to begin.

So tonight, we take our picnic and enjoy opening night of The Taming of the Shrew.  I love this part of July!

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2016 cast of The Taming of the Shrew

Saturday Night Serenade–Tender Is The Night

It’s been a pleasant, mostly lazy summer week here at Chez R.  Mr. R. again had the week off and we enjoyed the time, running a few errands and pulling off two major projects.

Yes, we’ve lived in this house for five years.  So maybe it took us five years to find drapes we liked.  No, actually, we finally just bit the bullet and decided that anything was better than the old vertical blinds that came with the house.

When we moved in, there were ancient used-to-be-white plastic vertical blinds that someone had painted RED on one side, matching the RED accent walls that we painted over a couple of years ago.

Introduce the crummy plastic slats to years of sun damage and one 85-lb land shark, from the street they looked like the grin of some deranged snaggle-toothed six-year old.

In addition to the drapes, we rearranged the living room/dining room, essentially swapping places.  That doesn’t sound like such a major project except that it was much like trying to work one of those little plastic tile puzzles, sliding this piece that way so you can slide the next piece…

The end result is that we have lovely drapes and the nasty verticals are currently sitting at the curb.  And, I am now writing at my awesome new roll-top writer’s desk rather than at the kitchen table.  I pretty much feel like I’ve arrived.

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In celebration of this week’s accomplishments, Mr. R. and I found ourselves at Yardhouse for a little mid-week dinner date.

And that’s were I heard this song.  You were waiting for me to get around to the song, weren’t you?  I forgot how much I love Jackson Browne.  Here’s a live version of Tender is the Night.

Hopefully, you’re enjoying this hot (tender) summer night with the one(s) you love.  We’ll be here marveling at the difference in our humble abode.

Happy Saturday night!

Back On The Wagon

Mr. R. and I decided that today was the day we’d get back on the wagon.  After his little health episode last year, we made changes to the way we eat and we added exercise to our daily routine.  We started eating much healthier, adding lots of fresh veggies and subtracting lots of carbs.

He began taking Jack, our 85-lb land shark, for long walks around the neighborhood everyday.  I started working out four days a week.  There’s a Youtube channel called Hasfit where cutie-patootie Coach Kozak will kick your ass.

And that lasted.  For a while.

I would like to point out that I’ve only been on a two-week break from Coach Kozak, while someone else, who shall remain nameless, hasn’t taken Jack for a walk in several months.  Ahem.

Earlier in the spring, I bought new running shoes with the thought that occasionally I’d join the boys for a walk.  And today was the day.  We got up this morning and went for a two-mile circuit through our ‘equestrian community’ neighborhood.  And it was lovely.

After we returned, we enjoyed a healthy breakfast.  Mr. R.’s was eggs over easy with low-everything sausage links and fresh fruit.  Mine was low-fat cottage cheese with fresh strawberries and a sprinkling of ground flax seed.  It was delicious.

But I’d give a million dollars for an effing bagel.

Coming attractions…

Mr. R. is finally starting his own blog.  More details soon…   🙂

 

Saturday Night Serenade–Summer Fun

I’m loving summer!  Mr. R. has been on vacation this week as well, and we’ve enjoyed staying up late and sleeping in together.  We’ve done a bit of binge-watching, devouring Season 2 of Bloodline (highly recommended), and we’ve just gotten into Turn, both on Netflix.  And we’ve done a little yard work, making the front of the house look great.  Of course, by ‘we’ I mean Mr. R. mostly.  I usually sit in the shade and offer moral support.

While we had vague ideas about going to the beach and trying stand-up paddle boarding for the first time, that hasn’t materialized yet.  He’s off again next week, too, so we haven’t completely given up on the idea.

For tonight’s serenade, we’re going a little country with this oldie from Alan Jackson.  A little fun fact: The Chattahoochee River runs through Atlanta, not far from where I grew up in Chattanooga, Tennessee.  This song takes me back to long hot lazy summers in the South.  There were picnics at the lake, chasing ‘lightning bugs’ at night, playing outside all day until Mom called you in for supper…

I hope you’re enjoying your summer.  Make new memories and hug the ones you love.  Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–I Love Summer!

Music and seasons have personalities, I think.  Summer is all about youth and innocence.  Those long hot days spent at the pool or the beach, cook-outs and picnics, sleepovers with lots of singing into a hairbrush in front of a mirror…

All these activities have soundtracks, and for me, the Go-Gos are all about summer.  Back in the day, we weren’t really used to seeing all-girl bands.  Along with The Bangles, Bananarama, and oh, don’t forget a demure little lass called Joan Jett, the Go-Gos showed us that girls can do anything.

This performance is from the 70s-80s television show Solid Gold.  The cherry on top of the clip is the introduction by Rex Smith.  If you had a subscription to Tiger Beat magazine in the late 70s, you know who he is.

The eighties were a great decade!  I hope tonight finds you relaxing and making memories with those you love.  Happy Saturday night!