First Impressions

“He was a man of black and white.  

And she was color. 

All the color he had.” 

I am going to begin with saying I loved
A Man Called Ove.

You know the cliche' "You can't judge a book by it's cover", Ove (pronounce Oo-veh) is proof you can't judge a man at first meeting.  Ove is a grump, a bit off-putting.  He doesn't like change.  And.... he is anything but politically correct.

Ove has seen loss.  Everything he holds dear is tragically taken away, including the one person who saw past the shell into Ove's soul.  His only desire is to be reunited with his Sonja.  And yes, he has a plan.  He painstakingly sets up his departure only to be interrupted by his new neighbors.   Soon Ove's solitary existence is reluctantly taken over by a delightfully eclectic cast of characters and a cat.

Despite Ove's hard exterior I adored him from the very beginning.
  I hope you do as well. 

Do you trust your first impressions? 

I am currently reading....

My first impression?

Love it!

Happy Reading....

Thanks for the Memories!

Sigh! 

The sun has set on my last day of summer vacation. 

This has been one of the best summers.  
I don't know about you, but sometimes I work so hard at trying to make everything perfect, to keep everything picked-up and running on time, I forget to have fun.  And, I probably make everyone around me miserable. This year, I decided to sit back and enjoy the mess.  What I learned is, well, it is the best.

Here are a few scenes from my messy wonderful summer.

There were kitchen creations.

Help was always welcome

when creating sweet masterpieces.

Roger and I celebrated 36 years.

Sometimes we chased fire trucks,

because,  someone loves fire trucks.

Naps were a must.

Evenings were spent at the pool swimming
and just being cute.

There were surprises parked around every corner.

 There was the occasional impromptu game of 

monster bowling in the kitchen.

And, if you lost your shoes....

check on the stool.  
Seriously?  Where else might they be?

On a sad note.
We said goodbye to our children's dog,
I loving called the Diva.

Sweet Raven is greatly missed.

Summer is over. 
 The toys have been put away, and
the silence is deafening.
Oh, the memories!

I hope you have enjoyed a wonderful summer.
And a great Labor Day weekend.

Autumn.... we are awaiting your arrival!