Archive | January, 2019

Just Another Manic Monday:) 🙃

22 Jan

“We choose mania over boredom every time.”

~James Gleick


I didn’t get to bed till almost 3am this morning. I’m a bit of a night owl. Who else vacuums at midnight, looks at Facebook and emails for hours, then spends two hours sorting through bills and paperwork? Oh, don’t forget, had to take time to look at the special moon a few times last night. Yah, that’s me.

So, when my phone rang at 10 am, I was still half asleep. The other half had been meditating and dozing for a few hours. My mantra is, “I am happy. I am blessed.” I repeat that when I can’t sleep at night and when I wake in the morning. My mind is always working, and I always like to keep busy. Is that mania? I don’t know, but it’s better than the opposite, I guess.

I answered the phone. My friend Sherri was on the other end asking if I’d like to go to a movie. Without hesitation, I said sure. She said, “I’ll pick you up in an hour.” Yikes! A quick shower, squeegee and wipe down the shower, (not OCD-just a good habit), make the bed, get dressed, make a cup of tea, and play piano while I waited for the honk in the driveway at 11.

We saw “The Green Book.” A very good thought provoking movie. After the movie, we stopped for a late lunch. The new Panera opened up on Hardin and 380. I love Panera. It was great to chat and catch up with Miss Sherri.

I got home around 4:30. Woa! Where did the day go? The Single Mingle group was meeting at Rockfish for dinner at 5. I normally don’t go to Rockfish, but Miss Barbara was leaving for a few months, and that would be my last chance to see her. She had given me a beautiful Christmas present in November and I was gone all December and wanted to give her a couple of hand-painted wine glasses. So, I grabbed the gift and off to Rockfish.

There was a pretty good crowd when I arrived. Miss Barbara loved her wine glasses, and I had a chance to visit with more friends. NO! I didn’t eat dinner. I had just eaten lunch at 3.

I got home around 7:30, made another cup of tea, and started writing this post. I’m sure that I’ll think of a few more things I need to do tonight. But, I probably won’t get rolling until midnight. That’s how I roll.


Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

21 Jan

“Men are what their mothers made them.”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson


Another sock monkey hat morning. The snow from yesterday was all melted but it was bitterly cold greeting at the door before Mass. The warm smiles and hugs from friends more than made up for the cold. I had my Matchbox cars for three little boys in one pocket and a stuffed alligator for Avery in the other. She is so adorable.

Today’s Gospel was the story of the wedding in Cana.

Second Sunday in Ordinary Time

Jn 2:1-11

On the third day there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. 

When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.” 

And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me? 

My hour has not yet come.” 

His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” ………….


My take on it… four little words… LISTEN TO YOUR MAMMA.

This was the first of the miracles that Jesus performed. He turned water into wine. Mary didn’t tell Jesus what to do. She only suggested that there was no more wine and left the rest up to her son. She raised her son properly and he respected her wishes. A good Gospel story.

After Mass, a quick coffee with Mr. Jerry and a long stop at the grocery store. It warmed up enough in the late afternoon to go for a brisk walk. Funny, the colder it is, the faster I walk. While I was walking, I received a text from my son asking if I wanted to FaceTime and see the grandchildren. I scurried even faster, but took two seconds to capture a quick snap of the glorious sunset.

“Hi Gamma!”

A glorious grand-daughter and a glorious sunset. A perfect Sunday.

Saturday:) Sitting Here Counting My Blessings

20 Jan

“Don’t count your dollars to see how rich you are. Count your memories. Count your friends. Count the hugs you get every day. Count what really matters.”

― Toni Sorenson


I’m just getting around to sitting down with my “GOOD JAR,” and reading the small squares of paper that I placed in the jar throughout the year. I wrote down things that made me happy, my blessings, special events, etc. I also put my lucky pennies and coins that I’d found along my walks and travels. (Pennies from heaven.) I wasn’t home on New Year’s Day when I had planned to do the official reading, then I just got busy and plum forgot. So, today is the day. My GOOD JAR…

My 2018 was filled with so many blessings, but also heartbreak. The most beautiful blessings include a new grand-daughter in December, a two year old birthday, trips, travels, parties, church, friends and family. The heartbreak, of course, was the loss of my sweet mother in February.

So, today I count my blessings, literally. This is what really matters in life. Plus, this physical and tangible reminder helps me to see how blessed I am every day. Then, I have this special opportunity to share my blessings with you.

I also counted my lucky pennies and coins. 37 pennies, 9 dimes, 2 quarters, and 6 nickels. PRICELESS. Now, if one of those pennies is like that million dollar 1943 penny recently found, then I’d really be lucky.

Friday:) My McKinney Firefighter Friends

19 Jan

“It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald


I’ve had a busy week of baking. Monday I baked brownies for the dance at the senior center, some for Creative Community potluck, a batch for Fire Station 9, and a few to take to Miss Nelma at Towne creek. I decided quite a while ago that every time I bake for a potluck, birthday, or celebration that I would bake extra for my firemen.

I love the smiles I get when they open the door and I hand them their treats. Station 9 is the new station less than a mile from my house. It’s funny, when I arrive, I pick up the outside house phone. When someone answers, I just say, “Hi, It’s Toni with some treats for you guys.” The response is always, “Thank you. I’ll be right there.” Here’s the funny part, whoever opens the door with a big smile, also has my plastic container from last time. They save it for me.

Yesterday, I made a zillion mini chocolate cherry cupcakes with cherry cream cheese frosting. I made enough for Miss Loretta’s birthday, to share with some neighbors, and take over to two fire stations.

Some of my Station 9 friends. I also shared my baking tip about putting a slice of fresh bread in the container to keep the frosting and cake soft for left overs the next day. I was informed that there was no such thing as leftovers.

Station 5 friends.

My neighbor across the street is a fireman, and his two little boys are just adorable. They are always playing outside in their little firemen uniforms or riding their little fire truck car. I always get a wave and a “Hi Miss Toni.” Most likely, a couple little firemen apprentices in the making. So of course, my little mini firemen get some treats, too.

It doesn’t take a lot of effort to make someone smile and feel appreciated. And, nothin’ says lovin’ like somethin’ from the oven.

Theme Song Thursday~ Happy Birthday Miss Loretta

18 Jan

“And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!”

― Audrey Hepburn


Our little group of single mingle friends went to Delaney’s Pub tonight to check out their new karaoke night. The VFW isn’t doing regular karaoke on Thursday nights anymore, so Miss Pat found a new place for us to go. It’s not really new to us. We meet there the first Monday of the month for dinner, but the karaoke night is new.

My first song of the evening was leading the room in a rousing Happy Birthday song for Miss Loretta. Miss Pat baked all kinds of cookies and I made a bunch of mini cupcakes and a big one for Miss Loretta.

The singing was great and it was good to see the old gang back together again. Happy birthday again, Miss Loretta!

One thing our group can all agree with is,we aren’t getting older, we’re getting better.

One Word Wednesday:) MISTY

16 Jan

“Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath…”

― Nanette L. Avery


This morning the sky layered a misty film. The fine mist splattered at my face as I walked nearly an hour around my neighborhood. I didn’t see a single soul out walking this morning. Hmm? Can’t imagine why?

I was bundled and covered up, and even wore sun glasses. Not because it was sunny, but because it prevented the mist from fogging up my old eyes.

Gray skies don’t bother me. My walks are my thinking time, and sometimes gloomy days reach into your soul. As I walked, I thought about what to write today. It was so misty that I thought I should write about something MISTY. Not only is it a form of precipitation, but it’s an old song that had a very significant meaning to me back in ’75. It was the song we danced to at our wedding. It always had a beautiful memory for me, but now…not so much. I still love the song, but now the memories and the man are gone and sometimes …I get a little “MISTY.”

But you know what? I wouldn’t trade my beautiful life for anything.

Tuesday:) Toni Talks About McKinney

16 Jan

Small towns make up for their lack of people by having everyone be more interesting.     

Doris “Granny D” Haddock


McKinney feels like a small town even though it is growing by leaps and bounds. But, it still has that small town atmosphere. There are no strangers, just people you haven’t met yet. Hang out on the Square a while, and you’ll make new friends.

Monday afternoons, I go to the Senior Center for the country line dance. Growing up and spending nearly 50 years in the Chicago area, I know nothing about country music or dancing. Hey, you’re never too old to learn. Right? I’m learning. I’m having fun. Then, I stayed after for the group line dance instruction class.

No, I don’t wear boots and a cowboy hat, but it’s never too late.

After the dance and the instruction class, it was almost time to go to McKinney Creative Community over at the Cove. I was already on the east side, so I just hung around until 5:30.

This group of talented local artists, writers, musicians, and creative people meet the second Monday of every month for a pot-luck gathering, to share, care, and stare at one another. We usually have a wonderful guess speaker. This month, Rachel Reitan, provided a very interesting presentation on portrait art and the motivational and inspirational process of an artist. Fascinating!

It is so interesting to learn about other artists and their creative process. Rachel spends hours with her clients before and during their portrait painting session, learning about their life so she can express that feeling into the portrait. If you want a photo, take a photo. Don’t expect a portrait to look like a photo. If you want the heart and soul of a person reflected in a painted portrait, call Rachel Reitan. If you live somewhere far from McKinney, find a local artist to paint your special portrait.

I love living in my little town.

Montage Monday:) A Week In A Peek

15 Jan

“Of this our true individual life, our present life is a glimpse, a fragment, a hint, and in its best moments a visible beginning.”

~Josiah Royce


A wonderful week. Back home and into my old routine. It was my birthday week, or should I say my birthday month. I’m still celebrating.

A week in a Peek.

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

14 Jan

“Feeling appreciated is one of the most important needs that people have. When you share with someone your appreciation and gratitude, they will not forget you. Appreciation will return to you many times.”

Steve Brunkhorst


A cold dreary Sunday morning, but that’s ok. I had my sock monkey hat to keep me warm. It was fun greeting before Mass, and seeing all the smiles.

I had a little matchbox car for Liam and Matt in my pocket, and little stuffed animal for Avery. There was a lot of hugging and handshaking and smiling. Then, to make my day even brighter, Young Matt had a present for me. He remembered that I collected crosses, so look at my beautiful birthday gift.

Today’s Gospel was the story of people wondering if John the Baptist was the Savior, but the Holy Spirit descended to announce that Jesus was the true son of God.

:15-16, 21-22

15As the people were in expectation, and all men questioned in their hearts concerning John, whether perhaps he were the Christ, 16John answered them all, “I baptize you with water; but he who is mightier than I is coming, the thong of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie; he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire. 21Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized and was praying, the heaven was opened, 22and the Holy Spirit descended upon him in bodily form, as a dove, and a voice came from heaven, “Thou art my beloved Son; with thee I am well pleased.”

My take on it… we are not always certain of what is true and who we can rely on, but we just need to be patient and all will be released in good time.

Normally I stop at McDonald’s or the store on my way home, but I’m still feeling yucky and just wanted to come home and take a nap. I gave it a shot, but I just lay there coughing and stuffy, so I got up and did some housework. Later, I went for a long walk in the cold dreary afternoon. Yes, I’m crazy. I walk even when I feel lousy. It gives me energy and makes me feel better.

I got a call from my son asking if I wanted to FaceTime with my beautiful grand-daughters, so I scurried home. There were also some beautiful pictures waiting for me on the Cloud.

Who wouldn’t love that little face?

Sister time. How cute! I really appreciate our special Sunday FaceTime.

Today was a great day to appreciate my many blessings, but also what a great feeling to be appreciated by friends and family. Yes, I am blessed.

Saturday:) Still Sick, Still Celebrating, Saw the Movie “The Mule.”

13 Jan

“Either you shine in the dark or get lost in the light.”

― Soham Mondal


My cold, flu, virus, or whatever it is I have is still lingering. Last night the pounding headache wouldn’t go away. This morning, I still had a sore throat, cough, runny nose, but the headache was better after a few Tylenol. So this morning, I made a big pot of hot tea with lemon and honey, checked my email, then did what any terribly sick achey person would do on a cold drizzly day…

I bundled up and went for a brisk hour walk. And you know what? The fresh air and brisk movement actually made me feel better. I’m more miserable sitting around on the couch than I am when I’m busy and active.

Later, I met my friend Zelda for yet another birthday lunch at Olive Garden. We decided to go to a movie on this yucky dark day. It was a toss up between “The Mule,” or “Second Act.” We drove over to the theatre, still deciding, Clint Eastwood or Jennifer Lopez. We decided on Clint. I’m glad we did.

I was worried that it would be too sad, but it turned out to be insightful and sending a solid message. The message being, family is more important than work, popularity, money, and ambition. Also, that it’s never too late to try and make it up to your family.

Another good message. Look at old Clint Eastwood. He’s still working, still acting and directing, still not sitting still. Don’t sit still, whether you’re old or sick or feeling lazy, KEEP ON GOING.