please visit me at my new address, dreamson34thstreet.com.

. . . still working on a few logistics, but the lights are on, the coffee pot is

brewing and the french bread is toasting.  

withLove

h a p p y f r i d a y L o v e l i e s !

 today just happened to be the day . . .

. . . a very simple little once a year ritual.

 this brings to mind that silly old movie "Ground Hog Day".

       Rita: You speak French!

Phil Connors: Oui!




there are mornings that i d-r-e-a-d the rise at 4:30 am.

we have been doing this gig, together, for over 40 years.

i admit that i have a bit of a negative attitude until . . .

the first whiff of the day's brew.  the fragrant brew always triggers the immensely comfortable

feeling of . . . "i am so happy and blessed to be standing here in this place once more".

mr D heads downstairs, stopping to sit on the bottom step, where he puts on his work shoes,

 intermittently petting The Chocolate Gousse, who is begging for her "every work day

after he puts his shoes on" biscuit.

   bit's of small talk shared in between toasted bites.  still holding the last couple

bites in his hand, we exchange our good wishes for the day.

see you tonight!  have a good day!

( then he's off again . . . a long commute to Seattle.)



 today . . .  it's a load of  the basket of lights.  ( oh you groundhog! )

 now, in this hour, with my white hot one day in January blend and a mini three bite,
(french bread on friday), pan au chocolat, i'm as close to a sidewalk cafe' as i can get, writing to you.




both lucky and honored am i to have the most amazing and encouraging blog friends.

( i wrap every one of your amazing words around me.)


with reference to comments from my last post:
one day i will take flowers into the gym for a sweet 
bike ride, in the daylight, so i can take a photograph,while likely taking in some strange looks!

when i do, i promise to share.  please do not count on stilettos.

 after 40, due to a bump under my big right toe, i had to drop to under two inches.

the closest i have now is a kitten heel and a wedge.

  . . . and if i were to wear heels to a work out,

 there would be "no doubt" that i could be deemed a little crazy.


* * *

this is a pivotal "i'm aging" year for me. the next couple fridays, will likely be

subject to that coming of  "age", that is very near, as in next month.

i am already singing with Paul. ( hint . . . hint . . . )


* * *


:: all images with the exception of my planner and our paper heart decked chandelier may
 be found here.

h e l l o L o v e l i e s !

 in all honesty, it must be said, i have been falling away from blogging.

though unintentional, my posts were cut in half in 2015.



for me, Blogger has turned into a beast.  it's slow, and half the time my posts do not 

publish for hours.  when i push the publish button, it's any one's guess when

it will appear in blogosphere. i have considered switching to Wordpress or Squarespace.

(i am very intrigued with the format of Squarespace, as it gives the option of responding

by liking as well as leaving a  comment.)

* * *

 the primary reason i pried myself away from my blog

spot was the grim reality of my sedentary obsession, confirmed by my  Fitbit.



i am sleeping, longer and better.

( so my little device tells me . . .)

* * * 

i am not quite ready to abandon my obsession called blogging.

 the inspiration . . . the friendships . . .  the "spot" for me to share my whimsies . . .

. . . and as my family says, blogging feeds "my creative side".

 YOU understand my kind of crazy!

* * *

Instagram has become "my patch" to help overcome my daily sedentary addiction.

it gives me my "just one pic" fix, and i can participate "on the go".

through the miracle of my smart phone, i am able to ride and

visit you via that "god-forsaken" bike at the gym.

(one can peruse blogs and click {I HEART} on Instagram on an exercycle!)

in twenty ~ sixteen,  i will be writing and publishing less

 often, so can make time to visit and comment more often.

  . . . f r e n c h  b r e a d , f l o w e r s , 



f a m i l y and f r i e n d s h i p s on f r i d a y.
withLove!

:: sources to all images above can be found here,

" b l e s s e d is the 

season which e n g a g e s 

the whole world in a 

conspiracy of l o v e ." 

                                 

                                     ~ Hamilton Wright Mabie

 h e l l o L o v e l i e s !!!!

  

   i'm here, under my cozy throw, writing and catching up with all of you.

 since we are birds of a feather . . . i know you are as likely to be in "recovery mode" as i.




you may be wondering . . . where the heck has Lynne been?

let's just put it this way . . . since the last week of October, i have been fueled for a joy ride.

a ride special enough to be tracked by Norad itself.

lift off was at the arrival of grand # 3!




there was the fabulous trip to Boise for Thanksgiving that i told you about here.




   Ben had a MONSTER TRUCK of a birthday celebration.




we LOVED the new version of  Pacific Northwest Ballet Nutcracker.



we cracked up at this facebook post by Chrislyn . . .

"Please tell me we are not the only family who breaks out costumes to look like characters 
from our favorite Christmas movies. Holland had me rolling wearing Jason's mullet 
wig....anyone else see Ruby Sue from Christmas Vacation?"

it was a wonderful Christmas!

for the record, our hearts have officially outgrown Santa's lap!

two kids were in the house on C h r i s t m a s  morning.




i caught them Camille and Jay, piggy back on the stairs,

engaged in their respective social networking,

 sharing the joy and good cheer of this blessed day!

( e n g a g e d  . . . ? )




on December 28th, Jay asked Camille to marry him.

she . . .  said . . . YES!




Camille's parents flew in for the surprise proposal and engagement party.

* * *

on the 30th, we drove Camille and Jay to the airport. goodbyes are always a bit difficult.




  after we left the airport, Chrislyn texted us this image of  Cam as

she knew we would be sad.  ( thank you, Chrislyn.)

* * *

we were back snug on 34 when Jay texted us this . . . 

. . . they had boarded.




"Pretty sweet way to cap an amazing week!"
"Bragged about my new fiancée Camille and got upgraded to first class." 💍✈ 
"Thank you, @alaskaair!"  — at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport (Sea-Tac).