Wavyo Spotted in Paris!

July 8th, 2010

It’s unfortunate that our bags travel more than we do. But like a Flat Stanley sighting, you’re just glad someone is traveling and recording the wish-you-were-here results.

You might not make it to Paris this summer, but what about a Cape Cod visit? We have gorgeous beaches, fabulous restaurants, a vibrant arts community, and lots of kid friendly activities.

We also have tons of great boutiques and unusual stores. You can go to the GAP anywhere, any day, but you have to come to North Falmouth to visit the new and always changing Little Point Cooperative.

I would call Little Point a recycling haven. Old Noritake and English stoneware, handcrafted birdhouses and Tiffany chandeliers – you never know what you will find, and the inventory changes daily. But the best part? You can pick up your own WAVYO bag (or leave an order for one if they are out)! Forget shipping and handling. If you are in the area, and Little Point does not have the bag you want, we can get it there within 24 hours.

So while we might not always have Paris, we can drink to Paris on the beaches of the Cape .

Recycling Skinny Bitches

June 30th, 2010

My father is a very funny man who is most comfortable speaking in cliches. Two of his favorites: It’s my way or the highway & You get more flies with honey than vinegar.  These axioms also reflect his parenting philosophy, and I attribute them to with my split personality. I HATES being told what to do and I got out of my way to be nice to people, even when I don’t want to or they don’t deserve it.

Last weekend, I bought a ten cent copy of Skinny Bitch: A no-nonsense tough-love guide for savvy girls who want to stop eating crap and start looking fabulous! by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin at a yard sale. While the name is certainly intriguing, I was more interested in the #1 New York Times Bestseller seal of approval. I wanted to know how Skinny Bitch ended up on the best seller list.

Samples of my yard sale find:

Chapter 1: Give It Up “Coffee is for pussies. If you can’t wake up without it, it’s because you are either addicted to caffeine, sleep deprived or a generally unhealthy slob.”

Chapter 3: Sugar is the Devil “Don’t shit or piss yourselves, but all of these natural sweeteners possess one or more of the following health benefits: enzymes, calcium, iron, postassium….”

Chapter 6: The Myths and LIes About Protein “Do you think an avocado, which is a fruit, is going to turn you into a hippo? Common sense, bitches.”

Chapter 8: Pooping “How much are you putting in your mouth, and how much is coming out your ass?”

Perhaps if I wasn’t lugging the baggage of my upbringing, this book would make me laugh, but it didn’t. This book made me crazy and it offended me as a reader and writer, a woman and an eater of healthy food. It wasn’t the swearing (if you know me, you know that I have a salty way of expressing myself) and not because of the content (a lot of it mirrored my eating philosophy and habits), but because these two women dogmatically declared, over and over and over again, in the most offensive way, that if you don’t follow the tenants of their book, you are a morally bankrupt,  without worth, big fat pig. What????????????????????????

Are people really motivated  by name calling abuse? Apparently they are because, again, this book, if I am to believe the cover, is a #1 New York Times Bestseller.

So how many books have to be sold to be considered a bestseller?  Wikipedia says, “In everyday use, the term bestseller is not usually associated with a specified level of sales, and may be used very loosely indeed in publisher’s publicity. Bestsellers tend not to be books considered of superior academic value or literary quality, though there are exceptions.”

Whew. I feel better, but I still I want my ten cents back.

Recycling Cape Generosity

June 16th, 2010

The shadows are long; it’s late in the day.

The pots are hanging on the outside of the fence.

The sign on the post says HELP YOURSELF TO CUTTINGS – signed with a tiny heart.

When and where do you ever see that type of generosity and sweetness?

Tonight I’m making herbed chicken.

Recycling Oil

June 2nd, 2010

Have you noticed that when people are doing great things, if we are anywhere in their vicinity, we assume and air of familiarity and claim them as our own?

When Siobhan Magnus (loved her) was on American Idol there were regular updates on the front page of the Cape Cod Times.  (Lee’s sweet, but Crystal was robbed.)

When the local sports team(s) are on fire – Go Celtics! – we strike up conversations with strangers, touting the prowess of OUR team.

Wouldn’t it be something – wouldn’t it be f*^&%^$ incredible – if  Scott Smith, a Cape Cod entrepreneur, had the answer to the obscene and out-of-control BP debacle? I’m praying that Opflex is the answer.

Recycling Pain

May 19th, 2010

On Friday, the world tilted in a way that rearranged our family equilibrium: forever. At fifty three years of age, Harry Strout died of a massive heart attack, leaving behind three devastated daughters.

As they navigate their way through funeral arrangements, their grief is raw, and there is nothing we can do or say to lessen their pain.  As extended family, we tackle our to-do lists with gusto; anything to appear helpful, while feeling nothing but impotence. In other group projects, each completed task is met with checked accomplishment: in this case, the finished to-dos take us closer to the services and the fear that once all is done, the cauterizing, that never was,  is out of our hands.

Harry Strout did a number of things well, but his greatest, crowning accomplishment was the way he loved his daughters. He loved them completely and truly, and that will be his everlasting legacy.

Service – Coonamessett Inn, Jones Road, Falmouth. Saturday, May21, 2010, 2:00 – 4:00. Reception to follow.

Recycling Lawn Ornaments

May 11th, 2010

There is this large, hard-to-hide, concrete  N Star thing in my front yard, and apparently, it’s here to stay. To make peace with this hideous thing, I decided to plant around it. When the hostas do their job,  I will  not be able to see the sides of this free-art platform, and the top, I will deal with when I have more time.

I was at a yard sale last weekend and I spotted this mouse. It was in the  free pile, so I popped it into my car for my mother: she likes lawn ornaments.

Home again, I decided to take Bennett for a walk. It’s never a brisk walk, because Bennett loves to check for pee mail from his friends and I, as an avid e-mailer, am completely sympathetic  to his outreach enthusiasm. Around the corner on Noisy Hole Road (I kid you not) someone (and I’m assuming it was a tween or teenager) had drawn a long, thick, surprisingly realistic-looking penis.

Looking at the penis, I was thankful it wasn’t directly in front of my house. Is there such a thing as indelible chalk?  Would I now have to give directions like, “take a right at the big penis, then take an immediate …”?

So instead of giving the steroidal mouse to my mother, I decided to use it on my N Star pedestal. It’s an experiment. How long will the penis-drawing people (they might not be tweens/teens, but toddlers don’t have the dexterity and adults have usually worked through street art and progressed to the privacy of Internet porn)  allow such a delicious target to exist?

It’s been a solid week and he is still standing. Maybe there is a sort of code among street artists….

Simply Recycling

May 3rd, 2010

Entering the Provincetown Center for Coastal Studies, you are greeted by a pod, or coven, or a pride (what is the right word?????) of  rays.  The placement near the open, mega-glassed entrance, uses the available light to add depth and movement to these sweet and welcoming  sea creatures.

As a Cape Cod native, anything sea speaks to me. But then, when you add raised and rusty eye nails and recycled coat hanger bodies, the work moves from art to a spiritual experience, and back again….

Recycling Gardening Gold

April 21st, 2010

Earth Day in our house is not a huge present, card, or hoopla holiday, but unexpected deliveries are so wonderful, don’t you agree?

On Monday, my brother-in-law came by and dumped a whole load of recycled, decomposed, horse food right into my garden, making me one of the happiest gardeners on Cape Cod.

I’m not sure if this was an Earth Day or Weed Day gift, but either way, I am happy, inspired, and excited about the health of my garden.

Now if I can just get Mother Nature to cooperate….

So happy almost Earth Day: celebrate as you see fit;-)

Recycling Potential

April 19th, 2010

To years ago, I celebrated Earth Day buying a Lilac tree from a yard sale, and planting it in my very bare front yard.

This year, the base is age appropriate, but the buds – ohhh  the buds – are ripe and teasingly large.

The seller, a woman (now my friend) who generously thins her gardens and sells (for pennies) to frugal  gardeners (like me), spent the time to tell me where to place my new “stick”:  how to amend the soil, how  deep to plant, and how much water it would take for my new acquisition to establish and move from potential to tree. Even though it was a thinning (to some, a throw away) from her garden, she wanted to make sure I had the knowledge to plant successfully. It was actually more of an adoption than a sale.

As I use my Patriots’ Day holiday for yard work, I’m reminded that everything I plant is a nod to potential and hope. Perhaps if we decided to treat our yards, our neighborhoods, or towns, our states, our country, and our world as a young dependent, we’d be more gentle, more kind, more attentive and more respectful.

Countdown to Earth Day 2010!

Countdown to Earth Day – Tea Bagger Style

April 15th, 2010

Is there a link between the timing of the 1st grade patriot song night and the tea bagger’s welcome of Sarah Palin in Boston? Actually, cross generational awareness  is an ingenious way to get the whole family politically involved.