On My “Bake” List . . . And A “Tad” More !

H e l l o o o o     B e a u t i f u l s !

You knew I blew up our stove . . . THREE WEEKS AGO!

Our chosen replacement is finally arriving Sunday.  We went with Kitchen Aid.

(It’s pretty sad when you dream of cooking and baking only to wake up to a dead appliance in the kitchen!)

I started a list . . . inspired by a couple perfect summertime “bakes” I saw on Instagram from Kayley McCabe.

Since it’s zucchini season . . .


. . . I plan on baking this ONE BOWL chocolate zucchini sheet cake !


I am also craving this raspberry ricotta almond cake.  Isn’t it beautiful?  Talk about “cake for breakfast” without too much guilt!

Seriously, Kayley . . . I could turn your Instagram images into pillows and sleep dream on them.

Since the wedding,  I have been immersed in work, cleaning, family blessings, and organizing our little place here on 34.

And speaking of work . . . I just noticed the time.


I have to go . . . NOW!

( 34 may just be turning into the best of my “bullet journal”!)

To the warm hot weekend ahead!

Our dance card is full!

A BIG party in Woodinville on Saturday and our great-niece Ariana is getting married on Brown’s Point . . . Sunday!


A Sunday play date . . . and thinking out loud.

Hello  B e a u t i f u l s!

Yesterday . . . I blew up our oven.

I was advised to only self-clean three times a year.

I listened.

Guessing . . .

. . . at 13 years old, the device could only handle one more incineration.  Needless to say, tears came to my eyes. I knew it would not be easy . . . or a reasonable price to replace our standing stove and oven.

One of the goals I have set for peri-retirement/retirement is immersing myself in my collection of cookbooks, presently with a particular focus on Patricia Wells and Mimi.

. . . and Mr D, himself, has taken a keener interest in cooking.

I believe we have found a candidate that will replace my/our well-loved and well-worn work/cook horse.  Mr D has concurred . . . we can kick it up a notch.  “A “mid range” . . . range (tongue in cheek) . . . meaning between 2K and 3K.

I’m a still riding a little high from Jay and Camille’s wedding, two weeks ago.

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I love this image.

First . . . It shows Jay’s happiness and passion for his bride and the day.

Second . . . It purveys a trend.

Can you guess?

The “hot” stubble beard.

(At the request of his bride.)

I LOVED IT on my always need to be clean-shaven for his on camera profession son.  I also laugh because as a “boomer”, I interpret a “hot stubble” as it an ultimate kick back and relax day . . . vacation.

Best Day Ever!

Hot stubble!


Seeing and feeling our son’s happiest day ever continues to fuel me and my spirit. I am blessed he chose such a beautiful and caring woman.  It was so cool to see her name change on FB and Instagram.  We are now both . . . “Mrs. T”!

I plan to share more of the wedding details on the next few Wednesdays”!

And . . . just when you think you have enough fuel to fill your heart and soul . . .


. . . HERE’S YOUR EARS !!!!!!!!!!!

. . . talk about a propellant fuel additive!  (They are ready to hit the Magic Kingdom!)


Today we are going to a street festival in West Seattle with our good friends.  Mr D and I grew up near West Seattle.  It will be fun to go back.  I hope to visit Bakery Nouveau. Yes. You’ve got it . . . français parfait!

. . . and I’m guessing a little “mid – 80’s grunge” in the air via the music festival stage.

Gotta hit the shower, throw on my time-worn linen and denim, slip into the old comfy sparkle flip-fops and grab my French market basket.

Alexa! Play “Smells Like Team Spirit” by Nirvana!

Happy “we’re near the end of the first tri-fester” of Summer!

New hashtag today!



I’m back, beautifuls! Where do I begin?

I will begin with the finale!

It was both exciting and dramatic.
( Alexa!  Play “Something Just Like This” by the Chainsmokers and Coldplay.)
The song begins . . . You are dancing under the stars, on a stone patio of a beautiful estate with the one you love.
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I’ve been reading books of old

The legends and the myths
Achilles and his gold
Hercules and his gifts
Spiderman’s control
And Batman with his fists
And clearly I don’t see myself upon that list


A helicopter appeared!

But she said, where’d you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss

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It descended upon us!

I want something just like this
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Oh, I want something just like this
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
Oh, I want something just like this
I want something just like this


It landed!

I’ve been reading books of old
The legends and the myths
The testaments they told
The moon and its eclipse
And Superman unrolls
A suit before he lifts
But I’m not the kind of person that it fits


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There were sparklers!   There were whoooots, shouts and applause!

She said, where’d you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can miss

I want something just like this
I want something just like this

Oh, I want something just like this
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Oh, I want something just like this
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo



There were kisses and kisses and more kisses!

Where’d you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss
I want something just like this


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They boarded and ascended into a sky full of stars, to the theme from Top Gun.

Pretty cool.  Pretty fun for everyone.

Oh, I want something just like this
Oh, I want something just like this
Oh, I want something just like this


I will be back . . . to share from the beginning soon!

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Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo


w / L

:: Images by Cimbalik Photography, McCall, Idaho.

Planning their “Best Day Ever”. . . with anticipation of the afterglow . . .

H e l l o   B e a u t i f u l s!

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Popping in again . . . the wedding endorphins are still in control.

I need to talk . . . write . . .

I cannot sleep.

. . . a happy kind of stress.

Destination . . .

Departure . . . one week.

Boxing . . .

Labeling . . .  Country Inn . . . Rehearsal Dinner . . . Holy Apostle . . . White Willow

Replaced and revamped my window display toolbox . . . ( yes, I once trimmed department store windows . . . way back.)  Cannot wait to help Camille’s mom, Stephanie primp the church pews and reception venue.


As with any time in life, when your mind is filled with endless details, and you are planning something big . . . and you want your part to go “just right” . . .  it doesn’t hurt to think of the calm on “other side”.

Yet, you do not wish to diminish the wonder.

You do not want to wish “the splendid on the horizon” away.

. . . but it’s OK to be calmed by the perceived “afterglow”.

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The light . . .

The radiance after the beautiful shine that is “your loves” best day ever.

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As I write, I am basking in an afterglow . . . and . . .

. . . I just now realized.

Retirement is the ultimate residence called “Afterglow”!

The good feelings that linger after a pleasurable and successful life – thus – far!

(Wrongly, I have been associating the “r” word with the end.)

I have worked since I was 12 years old.  My first wage was 35 cents an hour, babysitting.   My first expenditure was a 45 that played “I Want To Hold Your Hand”.

. . . and a pretty package of nylon stockings!

Come to think of it . . . As we age, and have enjoyed so many beautiful and pleasurable life experiences, any given day can be radiant with a feeling of an afterglow.

You just have to go glow there!


Spin “In My Life” by The Beatles.

( I tried to convince my eight grade English teacher, Miss Clark, this song was poetry. It didn’t fly.)

Alexa knows what “spin” means.

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(I remember the words!)

Thank you, God!

Thank you, for listening.


:: Images with the exception of “in the works” may be found here.

Gratitude fuels.

Hello Beautifuls!

Heather’s art inspired me to pop onto the virtual 34 to say hey this morning!


:: Love. Heather. Bloem. Here & Here. ::


Amazing, gracious, talented and hardworking folks have touched my heart this week.

Happiness is alive here on 34.


Play “Trumpet Tune”!

Have a blessed and gifted weekend!

Listing to classical wedding songs as I craft, stage and pack for Boise.

w /  L

The Real Fantasy Baseball . . . Chicago Style!


Just a cub?

the real fantasy ball




There is “no such thing” as “just a cub”.


Just a game?

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L: Soundview Little League All stars 1995 R: Ty and Jay at Ty and Anna’s rehearsal dinner 2014.


Jay met Ty on the T-ball field at Northeast Tacoma Elementary School 27 years ago.

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Also, on that day, we met Ty’s mom and dad. Life long friendships began.

Jay and Ty played ball together through high school, both making varsity in their freshman year. (Yep! They were good.)  They lived and loved the game.  They pursued and achieved (WAZZU) degrees in their “fields” of dreams (GO COUGS!), Ty in sports management, and Jay in broadcast journalism. They each earn a living doing what they love!

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Last weekend was Jay’s bachelor weekend. Ty, now Jay’s best man, planned the event.

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Eleven of Jay’s closest buds flew in and out during the two full days in Chicago (Wrigleyville).

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The “game day” view from their door stoop.

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The view from their bleacher seats.

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Followed by a game of their own.

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They packed a ton into two days.

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The weather was perfect for biking, hiking, touring and boat rides.

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They also packed in a lot of Brews, Italian beef sandwiches, Chicago Style pizzas and


. . . some notorious steaks.

The images from the weekend were social media posts.  The guys were kind enough to give us all a little peek into their experience.  Knowing most of them from their college years . . . they know how to party!

With the showers and the bachelor and bachelorette fests complete, we are in full wedding mode right now.

Checking our lists!








. . . and in all reality . . . spending.

(Yes. I keep it real.)

From my favorite bleacher seat here on 34 . . .

. . . Mother of the groom.

His greatest fan.

Life is your field of dreams!

Let’s keep it that way!

w / L

Mindful Monday . . .


How are you doing?


I’m “emotional” in the very best way!  ( Sending out a full heart hugs within the words I write. I hope you feel them!)

I feel at my best when I am under pressure creatively.  ( Confirming that endorphins do emerge from creative energy. )

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I am attending Edie Wadsworth’s “Camp Overflow”!  

Talk about perfect timing . . .

. . . my cup “overflow-ith” as I write.  I love her reading list!  Just finished “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield.  

“The magic of keeping going!”  

To write on M – W – F.

“Invoking the muse.”  

To read and listen on the S’s and the T’s.
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I am putting together “my” own perception of a capsule wardrobe. It’s linen season! On the meter of Madame Bohemian to Madame Chic ( Jennifer L. Scott ) . . . I am smack in the middle.  The term “Elevated Bohemian” lights my fire for fashion at present.

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Committed to move more. Push and pull harder.  I shall not discount my gains in health, and the one size loss this past year.  I had hoped for one more size down. I own it!

C & J ‘s Best Day Ever?

I just finished my last orders with ETSY to meet the wedding deadlines.  ( I’ll have some praises and shout outs to share, post wedding.)

There’s still much to do,  it is all so fun . . . and . . . most importantly the deeds and the details are to serve people I love . . .

. . . people who have served their love to me so many times.

Wednesday,  I will share bit about Jay’s bachelor weekend.  (Nothing like Vegas or The Hangover.)   Believe me . . . the world is a better place with men like my son walks this earth with!  I was brought to tears of gratitude as Jay told of his special weekend in Chicago.