Yesterday was the first day of summer and my family is certainly ready for it! We got an early start a few weeks ago with our day trip to the beach in Caseville, MI. At home, we’ve got the big sprinkler that looks like a fire hydrant and a blow up pool in the yard for the kids.
This week, my wife bought the kids a rollercoaster for the back yard. Ok, it is hardly a roller coaster, but the kids do love it. There is a unicorn that they sit on and it slides down a track. They love it!
It’s the perfect size for Andrew and by the look on her face in the next photo, Ella loves it too!
Once they get to the end, they take the unicorn back up and do it again. It’s fun to watch them!
Pass the sunscreen – these two are ready for a lot of summer sunshine!
Now, as far as the new kitty is concerned …. it looks like he’s packed his bags and is read to go somewhere ….
To say that I am speechless is an understatement. This is Blog #1000!
Off the top of my head, I’ve covered a lot of ground in 1000 blog posts. Sure there are plenty of fun blogs about music, movies, TV shows, and books. But there are also many serious blogs about my battle with depression and search for (and finding) happiness. There are also blogs about my divorce and remarriage, the birth of my two youngest children, my family, and many of my life long friends. Of course, there are also many posts from my sentimental side focusing on nostalgic things from my past.
What an amazing journey this has been. Perhaps one day, I will sort through all of them and turn them into a book?
For those of you who have been with me from the beginning, thank you for your support. For my newer followers, thank you for reading, too. I appreciate your comments and interaction. I follow most of you as well and enjoy my time reading your blogs, as well. Your stories, your poetry, your rants, and our shared love for music, entertainment, and good memories is a truly wonderful thing.
I read somewhere that “Blogging is not rocket science. It’s about being yourself and putting what you have into it.” There is a truth to this. It is not really that different from when I was working on the radio. “Be yourself” I was told. Share your stories. Share your thoughts. Share your life. Share a bit of yourself. THAT is what others connect with.
I hope to continue doing that.
Thank you again for sticking around. I really appreciate you reading.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from this book. I’m a mystery guy and this is not a mystery. It is a wonderful novel that I connected to on so many levels. Let me give you the Goodreads synopsis first and then I will explain.
From Goodreads
Still reeling from the sudden death of her mother, Jess is about to do the hardest thing she’s ever done: empty her childhood home so that it can be sold. As she sorts through a lifetime of memories, everything comes to a halt when she comes across something she just can’t part with: an old set of encyclopedias. To the world, the books are outdated and ready to be recycled. To Jess, they represent love and the future that her mother always wanted her to have.
In the process of finding the books a new home, Jess discovers an unusual archive of letters, photographs, and curious housed in a warehouse and known as the Museum of Ordinary People. Irresistibly drawn, she becomes the museum’s unofficial custodian, along with the warehouse’s mysterious owner. As they delve into the history of objects in their care, they not only unravel heart-stirring stories that span generations and continents, but also unearth long-buried secrets that lie closer to home.
Inspired by an abandoned box of mementos, The Museum of Ordinary People is a poignant novel about memory and loss, the things we leave behind, and the future we create for ourselves.
I could totally relate to the grief felt by the main character in losing her mother. As she was cleaning out her mother’s house and shares her thoughts about things to keep and things to discard, you can tell just how difficult a task it is for her. The memories that each of the various items invoke are similar to what I feel with many things I have at my home from loved ones who have passed away.
While I don’t consider myself a hoarder like the ones you see on TV, I do tend to keep a lot of things. They are probably things that mean nothing to anyone but me. Physical reminders of a special day, special memory or a special person. As I read this book, there were so many instances where I felt exactly like the main character about an item. I have things at home that are absurd to others: a nickel plated railroad spike, a chipped ceramic baseball glove, a never used Zippo lighter, and many other small things. Each item holds some special connection for me.
In the book, the “museum” is filled with things an old wedding dress, a worn out work bench, a tin filled with letters, a suitcase filled with letters and old birthday cards, and other items that were brought there by people hoping that the items would be cared for. I have to admit that I found myself wondering what “item” of mine I’d want to have placed in this “museum.” I’m still thinking about that. What would represent you?
I found myself really wrapped up in the story. I connected with the characters and there were plenty of surprises along the way. Toward the end, one of those surprises made me say, “No way!” out loud. I enjoyed it a lot, maybe you will, too.
I found out at 3:40am that Mowgli, the new kitten, has quite a loud “meow!” I tried to go back to sleep, but for some reason, I was not able to. So I put on a pot of coffee and grabbed my book.
Sam got home from work and had the kids meet her out at the car, where she had my gift. They kids got me a #1 Dad shirt and a Super Dad baseball hat.
Ella had asked Sam to make sure I had a cake for Father’s Day. So she picked it up on her way home. When they handed it to her, there was no writing on it. She reminded the clerk that it was supposed to say “Happy Father’s Day” on it. The clerk, who obviously has NEVER written on a cake before, took it back and wrote on it.
Sam saw it, and before she could say anything the clerk said thank you and walked away. Sam took it to the register. The cashier looked at it and asked “Uh, did the bakery write that?!” Sam assured the cashier that they did, to which she said, “…and …. Are you SURE you still want it?!”
“Yes. Yes, I do,” Sam replied.
She must have known it would make my day. I laughed for like 30 minutes. I mean, look at it! Ella or Andrew could have written better! It’s almost like it was a joke – the mixture of upper and lower case letters, “Father” instead of “Father’s,” it is hilarious!! Let me say before moving on that the cake was delicious!
The rest of the day was pretty low key. I put Andrew down for his nap and Ella and I sat on the couch and (no surprise) I actually fell asleep as we watched TV.
I woke up startled and a bit freaked out because I was supposed to start dinner. Luckily, I finished up lasagna just in time for Sam to be able to take some to work.
My oldest son, Dante’, called Saturday to tell me he was working on Father’s Day, and wanted to know if we could get together Monday. We planned to meet at a park and have a pizza picnic.
I can’t even begin to tell you how awesome it was to spend time with all four of my kids. It was a joy to see Dante’and Dimitri running with Andrew and Ella! They played tag, went down the slides together and we all got to take a walk together.
Watching them all interact made my heart burst with love. It was like they saw each other all the time. They ran, sang and laughed together and it was the highlight of the weekend.
So many little moments made me smile: My 21 and 16 year old sons going down the slide made me chuckle. (I even went down once!).
Dante’ holding Andrew so that he could slide on the “zip line” thingy.
Ella running up to Dimitri and holding his hand as we walked.
Beaming with pride as I watched all four walking in front of me.
The last time they were all together was at Christmas time. I took advantage of having them together so I could get pictures.
I even bugged a lady to get one of me with all of them.
Knowing we were past nap time, we wrapped up our time together. Ella and Andrew both napped in the car on the way home and I just drove around so they could snooze.
It was a day of wonderful memories. It was also a day that reminded me just how lucky I am to be their dad (A loveable one, according to Ella and Andrew’s card…).
Thank you, Dante’, Dimitri, Ella and Andrew for making your dad feel so special! I love you guys more than you will ever know!!
Well, the kitten woke me up about 3:30 this morning. He’s an early bird apparently. So I decided to take advantage of the kids still sleeping and I made a pot of coffee. I figured I’d read a bit.
I then remembered that today is Father’s Day. So I wanted to take a moment to wish all the dads reading this “Happy Father’s Day! Cheers to you!
I am blessed to still have my dad around. We are closer now than ever. There are a few blogs I have written about him and I will post links here for new readers:
Truth is, I could write a book about my dad (and one day I might!). I can always count on good conversations, memories and laughter when we chat. He sent me something recently that I am debating turning into a blog. He is an amazing father and I’m so lucky he is mine! Happy Father’s Day, Pop!
I also want to say Happy Father’s Day to my Father-in-law, Tony. I can’t begin to tell you how lucky I am that he is in my life. You have seen so many of the projects that I’ve completed here (the nook, grout and tile in the laundry room, building an entire new room for Ella, and countless others). I would have had to hire someone for all of those things without him. He’s another amazing dad.
I became a father 21 years ago. 5 years another son was born. 3 years ago, another blessing came with my first, and only, daughter. Finally, my third and final son arrived 20 months ago. Dante’, Dimitri, Ella and Andrew – four amazing kids – each with distinct and wonderful personalities. What an honor and privilege to be their father!
Parenting is the hardest job you will ever have. Throughout all the difficulties in life, this job is 24/7 and it is the most important! Rereading the following blog brought all of that home for me again:
Dante’ works today, so we’re planning on getting together tomorrow. We’re going to meet at a park and have a pizza picnic. The last time all four of my kids were together was around Christmas. I hope that I am able to get them all to sit still for a picture.
I’m starting to ramble, so I apologize. Even though today is supposed to be all about “me” (as “dad”), I am pausing to remember all of the great men, fathers and father-like figures who played a role in preparing me for that role as “Father.” More importantly, I am thinking about the four special children who officially gave me that role!
On the old Soupy Sales show, one of the easiest way to set up a joke was to have someone come banging on his door. One of my favorite lines (that no one else finds funny) goes like this:
(Door Knocking)
(Soupy opens the door) “Yes?”
(Man at door) “Well, I guess you don’t like cats!”
(Soupy) “I don’t like cats? That’d ridiculous! Dizzy Gillespie is a good friend of mine!”
I wasn’t always a cat person. My brother and I always had dogs growing up. When I moved to Ludington in 1991, I was living alone and someone suggested I get a kitten to keep me company. From that moment on, it seems I have always had a cat around the house.
When I was living in Flint, there were stray cats galore in our neighborhood. Each neighbor had a different name for the same cat. Ralphie for us, was Boots for our next door neighbor, or Stanley for our neighbor across the street.
Larry was my cat from Ludington. My dad disliked cats, so when I moved home, he went to stay with my brother. Over the years there was Callie, Frankie, Tigger, Moe, and Lorenzo (who still lives with my older sons.)
Maizey has lived with us for about 3 or 4 years. Originally, she was supposed to be my wife’s cat, but I think she stays by me more. When I go to bed, she jumps up and wants me to pet her. She will often jump up on my lap on mornings I get up before the kids. I will have a cup of coffee next to me, a book or my phone, and Maizey purring away.
So why all this talk about felines? Recently, Sam said she felt like Maizey needed a friend. She felt like she was lonely. She said that she doesn’t really come out as much as she used to. I reminded her that it was probably because Ella and Andrew tend to chase her around or try to grab her tail!
So for a little over a month now, Sam will occasionally show me pictures of kittens that Facebook friends are selling or giving away. I did not think that she was serious about getting Maizey a friend, but I was obviously wrong. Today, we welcomed a new kitty to the house.
Say hello to Mowgli! Sam wanted to name him Bear, because she says he reminded her of a bear. When Sam asked Ella what we should name him – Mowgli came out of nowhere. I can’t tell you the last time she watched Jungle Book, listened to the story or read the book, so I don’t know what made her think of it. She seems pretty sure that Mowgli was the name – so it is. I suggested to Sam that maybe Bear could be his middle name!
If you were to look at my Goodreads account, you would see that I am currently reading 3 books. A friend asked me how I could do that. I’m not sure why this seems odd to folks, but I am.
The first book I am reading, is my slowest read. That one usually sits on the night stand next to my bed. It is usually a book that is a “compilation” type book with many short stories or bits of information that I can read a page or two before bed. It is my “don’t have to think much” book. I usually fall asleep while reading it.
The second book is a true book, usually from the library, that I bring with me to work or two the doctor. If the book is good enough, then I will usually read a chapter or two once the kids are in bed.
The last book I am “reading” is an audio book that I play in the car on my way to and from work. With an hour drive both ways, it helps to pass the time and is a good way to get through my “to read” stack!
I have been keeping the library fairly busy lately with my book requests. They have been equally books and books on tape. Recently, I thought my reading was going to slow down because of my new car.
This is the first car that I have ever owned that does not have a CD player in it. Because of this, my usually stack of music CDs will now have to be transferred to a digital format and I’ll have to keep a thumb drive or external drive with my tunes on it in the car. This isn’t too big of a deal, as much of my music is already digital from when I was DJing.
However, the audio books I was getting from the library were all on CD. I walked into the library a day or two after I got my new car and returned three audio books. The librarian, who knows me from always being in there, commented that I must have listened to them all in one day. I explained that the new vehicle has no CD player. That’s when she told me about Libby.
Libby is an app that allows you to listen to audio books, ebooks, magazines and even videos! I can “borrow” an audio book for up to 21 days. My car connects with my Android Auto on my phone and the audio books play through the car radio. I had no idea this app even existed. My librarian told me that if there was ever something I couldn’t find on Libby, there was another app I could try called Hoopla.
What Libby doesn’t have – Hoopla probably does! All you need is your library card.
I have never liked to read digital books on a Kindle or a Nook. I love the feel of a book in my hand and I love turning actual pages. Listening to an audio book can be just as nice and I love that I can listen to them even when I am not in the car.
Let me say right up front that this book is not one that I would have normally picked up to read. I tend to stick with mysteries, true crime, biographies, and historical fiction and non-fiction. There were two reasons that I decided to add this to my “to read” list. First, it was set in Italy – more on that in just a minute. Second, it was about a woman who had lost her mother.
I’m a member of Goodreads and I often check out their suggestions and look at what my friends are reading as well. This book came up more than once and I read a bit about it before adding it to my list.
Here is the Goodreads synopsis:
When Katy’s mother dies, she is left reeling. Carol wasn’t just Katy’s mom, but her best friend and first phone call. She had all the answers and now, when Katy needs her the most, she is gone. To make matters worse, their planned mother-daughter trip of a lifetime looms: two weeks in Positano, the magical town Carol spent the summer right before she met Katy’s father. Katy has been waiting years for Carol to take her, and now she is faced with embarking on the adventure alone.
But as soon as she steps foot on the Amalfi Coast, Katy begins to feel her mother’s spirit. Buoyed by the stunning waters, beautiful cliffsides, delightful residents, and, of course, delectable food, Katy feels herself coming back to life.
And then Carol appears—in the flesh, healthy, sun-tanned, and thirty years old. Katy doesn’t understand what is happening, or how—all she can focus on is that she has somehow, impossibly, gotten her mother back. Over the course of one Italian summer, Katy gets to know Carol, not as her mother, but as the young woman before her. She is not exactly who Katy imagined she might be, however, and soon Katy must reconcile the mother who knew everything with the young woman who does not yet have a clue.
This was the selling point for me. My mother passed away in 2006.
So many things have transpired since then. I could always count on her to listen to me when I needed to talk. When someone you love passes away, you begin to live life always asking the “What if” questions.
For one brief moment, I put myself in the place of the main character of the story (Katy). What would it be like to run into my mother – and see her at such a young age? I had to read this story to see just how it all played out.
At one point in the story, Katy says this about her mother, “She made me in her image, but she forgot the most important part. She forgot that one day she’d leave, that she already had, and then I’d be left with nothing. When you’re just a reflection, what happens when the image vanishes?” Powerful thought.
I was completely unfamiliar with the town of Positano, where the book takes place. A brief Google search led me to some very beautiful and amazing photos.
I cannot even imagine just how beautiful this place is in person.
I was worried that this book might be one of those “romance” novels. Thankfully, it was not. It was a decent story and I felt that it had a decent conclusion. It was not a difficult read, and the author does an amazing job describing some of the sights of Italy.
As I read the book, there were little nuggets that one could sock away in a book of “life quotes.”
For example:
“There is more to life than just continuing to do what we know. What got you here won’t get you there.”
“Every day the world is born again. Every day the sun rises. It is a miracle, I think. A simple, everyday miracle. Life.”
“History, memory is by definition fiction. Once an event is no longer present, but remembered, it is narrative. And we can choose the narratives we tell—about our own lives, our own stories, our own relationships. We can choose the chapters we give meaning.”
“Nature has so much power if we just pay attention.”
“One of life’s most important challenges is determining what to hold on to and what to let go of. Do not be fooled into believing that you do not know which is which. Follow the feeling, follow it all the way home.”
All in all, I enjoyed this book. I’m not sure I would have read it, had I not read the synopsis and felt a bit of a connection to it. However, it was a good read and you might find it worth reading, too.
My wife and I had just started dating and she told me she bought me a shirt. She swore that I would “love it.” When it arrived, she immediately made me put it on.
My first thought was that I was never going to wear it! I eventually caved and began wearing it around the house. For whatever it is worth, I still have it and it is a very comfy shirt. I don’t wear it in public, but I do wear it. Many times I have to fight my wife for it, as she loves to wear it, too. It has seen better days, and my wife probably needs to buy me a new one.
If I didn’t tell you already, my wife loves the Golden Girls. I wasn’t a huge fan, but watched an episode or two and always felt like Sophia was just like my Italian grandma!
This week, she sends me a text with a photo asking if we could go to a show. It’s a Golden Girls show. I don’t know anything about it, except it is coming close to us a couple times.
My wife and I don’t get date nights too often, so I got us tickets. I looked her in the eye today and said, “So if going to this Golden Girls show doesn’t prove that I love you ….” Before I could get any further she interrupted me and said, “Hey! I went to that stupid Three Stooges Festival with you, remember?!”
I recently finished another book that was on my “To Read” list. It was one that I actually listened to the audiobook while driving to and from work. To be honest, I hoped for a bit more, but it was still a very good book.
Here is the Goodreads synopsis:
A chilling tale of psychological suspense and an homage to the thriller genre tailor-made for fans: the story of a bookseller who finds himself at the center of an FBI investigation because a very clever killer has started using his list of fiction’s most ingenious murders.
Years ago, bookseller and mystery aficionado Malcolm Kershaw compiled a list of the genre’s most unsolvable murders, those that are almost impossible to crack—which he titled “Eight Perfect Murders”—chosen from among the best of the best including Agatha Christie’s A. B. C. Murders, Patricia Highsmith’s Strangers on a Train, Ira Levin’s Death Trap, A. A. Milne’s Red House Mystery, Anthony Berkeley Cox’s Malice Aforethought, James M. Cain’s Double Indemnity, John D. Macdonald’s The Drowner, and Donna Tartt’s A Secret History.
But no one is more surprised than Mal, now the owner of the Old Devils Bookstore in Boston, when an FBI agent comes knocking on his door one snowy day in February. She’s looking for information about a series of unsolved murders that look eerily similar to the killings on Mal’s old list. And the FBI agent isn’t the only one interested in this bookseller who spends almost every night at home reading. The killer is out there, watching his every move—a diabolical threat who knows way too much about Mal’s personal history, especially the secrets he’s never told anyone, even his recently deceased wife.
To protect himself, Mal begins looking into possible suspects . . . and sees a killer in everyone around him. But Mal doesn’t count on the investigation leaving a trail of death in its wake. Suddenly, a series of shocking twists leaves more victims dead—and the noose around Mal’s neck grows so tight he might never escape.
My Thoughts
I love a good mystery and the books on Malcom’s list are classics. I will warn you that if you are unfamiliar with any of them, there are spoilers referenced in regard to each book. If you are planning on reading them, do it before reading Eight Perfect Murders.
The story is told from Malcom’s perspective – his narrative. There are times where you wonder what, if any, involvement he has in any of the murders and just what secrets he is hiding. He has a sense of mystery about him, at least that is how I felt about him.
I loved the whole idea that someone could find this list on a blog and then begin copying the plots from these books. I should have seen the ending coming, but didn’t. It was a satisfying read.
Various Ramblings of a Nostalgic Italian 