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Heat it Up.

February 3rd, 2009

In Southeastern Pennsylvania, we've been experiencing a cold winter.  One way I combat the chill is to use my oven for cooking as much as possible.  

Besides warming the heart with a good meal, a 350 degree oven does a nice job of warming the kitchen. Unfortunately, I'm often too hungry and tired to bake a casserole after a long workday, so stove-top meals are the norm. Still, I try to make it a point to plan oven meals for the weekend.

My desire to cook seems to come in phases. Somedays I enjoy it; others I despise it.  Nevertheless, we must eat, and dinning out destroys a good budget. I remind myself that the first step to a hot winter meal is crank on the oven. I'll dream of the days of grilling on the patio after dinner.

What's your favorite winter oven meal?

The Adventure in Mystery

January 26th, 2009

In an attempt to survive and succeed, the average adult must strategically plan. Thinking ahead is sensible -- until we've gone so far that we've eliminated the wonderment of life. A good life, in my opinion, is an adventurous life.

After all, it's really no fun to "know it all". As a teen, maybe I could have guessed what Nancy Drew or one of the Hardy Boys was going to find, but I kept reading because I didn't know. How dull would the story have been if I'd read the ending first?

The sheer fascination of not knowing something defines curiosity. When we are curious, we stop and look. We ask questions. We open our minds. Without mystery, there is no curiosity and life becomes a bore.

It's the stuff that drove Lewis and Clark deep into the woods. It's what keeps the sculptor intrigued as the piece unfolds. It's what propels a child from his bed in the morning.

As clock-racing adults, we work very hard to remove this mystery from our lives. In fact, we consider it a success when all the mystery is gone. My retirement is fully planned...success. My calendar is synchronized...success. My MBA proves I'm knowledgeable...success. My vacation itinerary is properly scheduled...success.

While planning can help to calm a hectic life, it should never deaden the adventure.

Are your days over planned? Do you look at life as something to be managed or are you willing to let the story unfold?

Let it Snow

January 18th, 2009

I live in a section of the United States where snow falls in winter...sometimes.  Actually, many of the storms we get are more of an ice, snow, sleet, freezing rain and rain mixture. These storms are not picturesque illustrations of children sledding past snow-covered barns. When a storm is photo worthy, the shot must be taken quickly before the moment disappears.

We do get the occasional "Nor'easter" though. Many of my friends remember being restricted from impassable roads for three days after a 30-inch storm in 1996.  We have great memories of that event. This is why, I believe, our media embellishes every winter weather event and why the markets quickly sell out of bread, milk and eggs whenever a few inches are predicted.

We long to be snowed in. It's a chance to use those board games that otherwise gather dust in the closet. It's an excuse to make hot chocolate the old-fashioned way: with milk and chocolate. It's a cozy experience where weather actually forces time to stop the hustle - something that we humans try to do, but rarely achieve.

So when the conditions are right for an impending storm, everyone gets anxious. We complain about the media's exaggerations and everyone's fretting. I believe the anxiety is simply childhood anticipation mistaken as adult fear. Inside, we really just hope it snows like mad.

Fix It or Trash It?

January 11th, 2009

I recently asked a cobbler how much it would cost to replace the sole on my husband's dress shoes.  The answer?  About $45...more money than we paid for the shoes.  Albeit, we bought them on a great sale, but it seems that it is hard to find anything worth fixing today.

Or is it?  I began to think of the hassle of shopping, finding the right fit, the right color, the proper style. I put a lot of thought into my purchases, and I'm not anxious to re-buy the same thing so soon.

When I was young, my Nana always seemed to have a repair project in progress. I loved watching her make something new again. It felt good to rescue the item.  It felt much better than it does to toss away a good paid of shoes.

We've lived in a disposable world for long enough.  Our youth have never known a time when it was worthwhile to repair their belongings.  Do you think that time will ever come to an end?

The Land of Over-Opportunity

January 6th, 2009

Have you seen the trailer for the movie Yes Man?  In it, Jim Carrey's character is optimistically gathering information from a public billboard filled with chances to learn things like the Korean language, how to play a guitar, and even how to get a pilot's license.

My own head spins with options, ideas, and opportunities every day. These include resources for self-improvement, paths to success and chances to have lots of fun. I can learn Italian; film, edit and publish my own movie; jump up and down at an endless string of concerts; network and hobnob with peers and mentors via the internet; learn the art of handwriting analysis; adopt a pet; write a book review; the list goes on and on. Since life gets shorter every minute, I'm compelled to try more and more.  As the guru in film declares, "You say no to life, and therefore you're not living."

But as I'm running from one thing to the next, I know in my simple mind that quality and quantity are two different matters. While it is great to have so many options at our fingertips, it's too easy to say "yes" to more than can realistically be accomplished.

How do you choose which opportunities to grasp and which to let go?