Monthly Archives: September 2012

Ho Ho Ho…Oops! Not Exactly Yet…

Well, it is that time of the year when the moods start to get lighter…we start thinking about gifts…baking…green stuff and lots of red bows.

Let’s reverse a bit…it is that time of the year to start thinking about pumkins…Mama Nature doing her magic again and changing to unbelievable colors…the reds, yellows, oranges…browns…greens (here in  the Florida Peninsula)…then we start thinking of turkey, sweet potatoes, collard greens, pumkin and apple pies…champagne…back that up…I meant…apple cider…candles that make smell the place really good and even here, closer to the Tropics, it is starting to get a bit chilly in the mornings when I go for my walkabout.  I had to put my collar up this morning to protect myself from the winds blowing all the leaves away and making that crispy sound when I step on them…wishful thinking.  Everything is so green and lush that for a moment I wish I could see some colors on the trees.  I think I will have to be happy from the colors I am putting out of my “Fall Decorations” box.  At least I have that box.

The Bakery Department from my supermarket is already offering tempting baked goods, the now very famous and fattening “breakfast bread.”  Do not fear, I am still resisting even the free samples.  My German friend in that department cannot understand that even when the bread is on sale, I am not buying it.  All I have to do is look at the protuberance in the middle of my body, and I just keep on turning the wheels of my cart very smoothly away from that section.

One more day in my so ever exciting, fabulous, glamorous, with a touch of wrinkles and lines life.  Not really, I do love my life.  I do what I want and when I want it.  The fringe benefits of being 63 and 11 months and counting to the big 64th.

Sayonara!

Your Happy Contessa

“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than life.”  P.D. James, English crime fiction writer.  3 August, 1920.

Do not take anything or anyone for granted…

Look at this breathtaking view…this is what I saw this morning when I started to take my daily walkabout.  The glory of God in full display.

Sometimes I wonder about all of the miracles that abound around us.  Just contemplate ourselves.  Our circulatory system, the neurons that inhabit in our brains, our eyes, our mobility, and so many other miracles, but most of all…our minds.

We do have so many choices…choice to be happy, choice to be miserable, choice to like or dislike a person or a situation…etc…, and it all resides in our beautiful mind.

I decided that with this breathtaking sight as my first miracle of the day…it will only get better, because a few weeks ago, I made a commitment to be happy in spite of the people that surround me or my circumstances.  The only thing I can control, sometimes, is my attitude.  So it is going to be a happy, content and grateful attitude.

So…it was today… a day of singing and bathing in my beautiful sunbeam.

Your Happy Contessa

“There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.”  Thomas Jefferson, 3rd President of the United States and principal author of the Declaration of Independence.  13 April, 1743 – 4 July,  1826.

Thank you, Merci, Danke, Gracias, Obrigada, …

As usual it has been a privilege and an honor to have The United States of America, Republic of Korea, Netherlands, Canada, Russian Federation, Germany, Ireland, Argentina, Brazil, Australia, Myanmar, Spain, Pakistan, United Kingdom and Bangladesh as part of my international community of viewers for the past thirty days.

Every month viewers from different parts of our beautiful planet Earth come and visit this humble blog, and I really don’t know if it is by accident, by mistake, or by being used to the out-of-my-head-entertainment that attracts so many of you.  Thanks God for that rectangular button that allows a lot of us to translate my blah, blah, blah.

This opportunity to entertain, distract, amuse, shock, and sometimes I know some of you scratch your heads, as if saying “what in the world is she talking about now?”  is what keeps me from committing boredom suicide.  What is boredom suicide?  I don’t know, I just made that one up.

At least, and I hope this is true, at least, I try to be intelligent in my train of thought.  I don’t know about the grammar.  And frankly, I don’t give a hoot.  The last thing when I am on my death-bed that I am going to be thinking about is if I misspelled, misstensed or totally polluted the English grammar laws.  I am sure the English grammar police is going to be nowhere to be found.  Did I incur something out of sequence just now?  You be the judge.

I am on my fifth language now and sometimes my neurons ask and beg for mercy to leave them alone just aging as they should be doing and taking it easy at this stage of their game…but no, no and no again…I am going down hustling those neurons until there is not a molecule of oxygen going into my brain.

There you have it for today, a bunch of words about you, you, and hey, you.

Your humble,

Happy Contessa

“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.”  William Shakespeare, English poet and playwright.  26 April 1564 – 23 April, 1616.