End of Summer Gala

 When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away."

Sarah Helen Power Whitman

This little lady is almost twenty years old now.  In fact, she is so old that the liquid inside has turned yellowish. But, she still loves to twirl and dance about when you turn on the music...which, for the life of me, I can't remember the name of the song.

What fantastic weather we are having.  The sky is blue; the humidity is gone. A nice touch of fall in the air.  Love it.  This afternoon we will be  celebrating the 'End of Summer Gala' at the center.  Usually I head on home after lunch, but this really seems like a lot of fun.  There will be music of the Beach Boys and others.  Oh, what grand memories that will bring! When I was a teen, the Beach Boys WERE summer.  Remember 'Surfin USA'? There will be a sing-a-long and dancing for those still agile enough to dare.  We will also be treated to a trio of Hawaiian dancers who will also be offering some Hula lessons. Snacks will include lemonade and ice tea as well as some of the tasty cookies they serve each morning.  I've not had so much fun in years.  There really IS life after work.  And I am definitely making up for lost time.

Yesterday I stopped at Pathmark after the center to pick up a few items.  While there, I came across Sylvia's Restaurant Spices.  Now, I just happen to love soul food, and Sylvia's is the best, so I ended up buying all three of her spices--Secret Seasoning, Sizzlin' Hot, and Great Greens Seasoning. I figured if it were anything like the food she serves in the restaurant, I can't go wrong...and I didn't.   Last night's dinner consisted of a delicious pan fried chicken, candied sweet potatoes, and spinach.  Oh my, that chicken was fantastic. 

I realize that fried foods are so unhealthy, but sometimes we can't help but give into our cravings...just so we don't do it all the time.  May you all have a blessed day.

"Let me enjoy this late-summer day of my heart while the leaves are still green and I won't look so close as to see that first tint of pale yellow slowly creep in. I will cease endless running and then look to the sky ask the sun to embrace me and then hope she won't tell of tomorrows less long than today. Let me spend just this time in the slow-cooling glow of warm afternoon light and I'd think I will still have the strength for just one more last fling of my heart."

John Bohrn, Late August