priceless city



weekend with the carlson clan.

a family surprise. iowa machine shed. cocktails on the deck. late night fridge raid after a long chat. lazy girl day while the boys golf. jersey grill. nap time. finding a mama duck, her babies, and couple more eggs in our garden. hot dogs & s’mores. playing with my niece. shopping with my mother & sister - in-law. rudy’s tacos. whitey’s. sky-wire.

weekend with the carlson clan.

…priceless…

We moved in to our new house on Friday after 2 weeks of commuting followed by 2 weeks of hotel living. Neighbors a couple houses down brought over cookies and a card yesterday. The neighbors across the street invited us over for dinner tonight. He is a pastor at a local church and said a nice prayer before eating about meeting new people. It brought a smile to my face and a tear to my eye.

Feeling welcome in your new home/neighborhood/city.

priceless…

Reblogged from emma-elsworthy
1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it.

4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness  (via nerdyawkward-ashley)

~*~this is what i’ve been doing and it feels wonderful~*~

(via sexualassumptions)

This is beautiful.

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(Source: emma-elsworthy, via dearworld)

you know the feeling you get when it seems a song fits perfectly? when if your life had a soundtrack that song would be on it? maybe it’s the lyrics. or maybe it’s just the notes being played in a special sequence that seems to fit perfectly. maybe it’s remembering who you were the first time you heard it. or maybe it’s hearing the words differently this time.

i drove 3hrs to madison today and the whole way felt teardrops rolling down my cheek.

i wish you that drive sometime. i wish you that feeling.

my friend mildred turned 100 yesterday. she had quite the birthday party this afternoon. russ & i had to wait in line to wish her a happy day…you meet a lot of people in 100 years! when we got to the front she smiled and gave us a hug. a letter from the president & first lady sat framed beside her. her eyes filled with tears as she told us her grandson called her from afghanistan yesterday to wish her a happy birthday. 
four children. thirteen grandchildren. twenty-seven great-grandchildren. twenty-two great-great-grandchildren.
…priceless…

my friend mildred turned 100 yesterday. she had quite the birthday party this afternoon. russ & i had to wait in line to wish her a happy day…you meet a lot of people in 100 years! when we got to the front she smiled and gave us a hug. a letter from the president & first lady sat framed beside her. her eyes filled with tears as she told us her grandson called her from afghanistan yesterday to wish her a happy birthday.

four children. thirteen grandchildren. twenty-seven great-grandchildren. twenty-two great-great-grandchildren.

…priceless…

it was a red shoe kind of day.

it was a red shoe kind of day.

a night of homemade sushi & wine in galesburg.  

…priceless…

just an afternoon putting a puzzle together with doris.
…priceless…

just an afternoon putting a puzzle together with doris.

…priceless…

The Dash

by Linda Ellis copyright 1996

I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before. 

If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?

russ & i went to florida for a wedding.

we flew in a couple days early to see my great-aunt & uncle in naples. wow! ned & shirley are some cool 80 yr olds! they drank more than us. stayed up later than us. & moved faster than us while they showed us around.

after they wore us out, we drove up to tampa for the wedding. the day before the wedding, russ’ uncle reserved a box at tampa bay downs where we spent the afternoon betting on horses. my strategy for choosing horses: picking my favorite name. this created an easy target to being teased by everyone…until the last race when my 32 to 1 odds horse (with the best name) won! 

the wedding was smalll. the couple’s smiles were perfect. my favorite part is watching the groom’s face when he first sees his bride walking down the isle. 

…priceless…