Conversation – 16

Oh yes Happy first day of Winter❄☃️🌬🌨

How did you know these,whether they are tangerines or mandarins,are my fav to eat..constantly!!🍊 can’nt get enough..still have to scoop out ripening persimmons and freeze some and then bake a couple batches of cookies.For us to enjoy and give away to my son and family.He really enjoys them.He is currently on winter break from teaching high school,mostly from home.The things people are having to do to reinvent life as we know it.So grateful I am not at the salon any more,although some days…I’ll say goodnight and thank you for your special touches,staysafe&keepwarm..lol dd

Peace Out Peeps! Going to admire the Moon and the Universe.

The sky is calling me. Enjoy your evening and stay safe.

@shoelady60,

Hubby wanted some Pasta so I made that and a Salad. I am playing Frank in Club Sheba. 😘

I have lived Frank’s song My Way. 😎💕

My Way
Song by Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll make it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I am certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more
I did it, I did it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much, much more
I did it, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
And through it all, whenever there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it, did it my way
I’ve loved, laughed and cried
I had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find that it’s all so amusing
And to think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
No, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
Not to say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of someone who kneels
The record shows I took all the blows
And did it my way

New York, New York
Song by Frank Sinatra

Start spreading the news
I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap
These small town blues
They are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city
That doesn’t sleep
And find that I’m number one
Top of the list
Head of the heap
King of the hill
These little town blues
They’ve all melted away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
And
If I can make it there
I’ll make it practically anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York

The Way You Look Tonight
Song by Frank Sinatra

Some day, when I’m awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight
Yes, you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight
With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin’ my fear apart
And that laugh, wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
Lovely, never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won’t you please arrange it?
‘Cause I love you
A-just the way you look tonight
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose
It touches my foolish heart
Lovely, don’t you ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Won’t you please arrange it?
‘Cause I love you
A-just the way you look tonight
Mm, mm, mm, mm,
Just the way you look tonight

It Was A Very Good Year
Song by Frank Sinatra

When I was 17, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was 17
When I was 21, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was 21
When I was 35, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was 35
But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of my years
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

Frank Sinatra
“Luck Be A Lady”

They call you “Lady Luck”,
But there is room for a doubt.
At times you have a very unladylike way of running out.

You’re on this date with me.
The picking’s have been lush.
And yet before this evening is over you might give me the brush.

You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck, be a lady tonight.
Luck, be a lady tonight.
Luck, if you’ve ever been a lady to begin with.
Luck, be a lady tonight.

Luck, let a gentleman see
How nice a dame you can be.
I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with.
Luck, be a lady with me.

A lady doesn’t leave her escort:
It isn’t fair, it isn’t nice.
A lady doesn’t wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy’s dice.

Let’s keep this party polite,
Never get out of my sight,
Stick with me, baby. I’m the fellow you came in with.
Luck, be a lady tonight.

Luck, let a gentleman see
Just how nice—, how nice a—, a dame you can be.
I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with.
Luck, be a lady with me.

A lady doesn’t leave her escort:
It isn’t fair, and it’s not nice.
A lady doesn’t wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy’s dice.

So, let’s keep the party polite,
Never get out of my sight,
Stick with me, baby. I’m the guy that you came in with.
Luck, be a lady.
Luck, be a lady.
Luck, be a lady tonight.

This is one of my father’s favorite artist Frank Sinatra I was very lucky to see him in Concert with Liza. 😘

Club Sheba Holiday Edition

@sheba2011

Good afternoon to you. No snow today but it is supposed to rain tonight turning to snow showers so could be tricky by morning. Hubby has a few places to run so I hope it’s not icy. Christmas eve in the 40’s with rain turning to snow and falling temps all day. High on Christmas is 20. Just lovely! Hope we can make it to mom’s and back safely. I’m sure a lot of road crews will be off for the holiday. Why can’t this happen on ALL the days we are sitting at home? Nothing is easy.

Happy for the win yesterday, they stay #1 in the conference. I am not a huge football fan but I do like Mr. Mahomes since the Super Bowl last year. Grace under pressure.

On my way to the stove to cook chicken and rice. Jake and I sending hugs and kisses your way.💕

Winter

Welcome Winter Solstice, in our hearts we burn warm with all that you offer and all we hold dear.

In times past, the bare-limbed trees, long nights, and biting chill of winter signified to all that the time had come to slow down. Humanity emulated the animals, retreating into cozy dwellings where they sustained themselves on foods harvested late in autumn and passed the time in peaceful reflection. Today, most people proceed ruddy-cheeked through winter’s frosts, ignoring the profound effects cold weather has on their bodies and their minds. Yet the beauty and significance of wintertime cannot be so easily overlooked. As the temperature plummets, leaving the air crisp and the landscape bare, we tend to crave warmth and relish rich foods. The presence of loved ones seems more comforting when blustery winds rattle window panes and we feel compelled to conserve our energy by engaging in only the most soothing of activities.

Though your daily schedule may remain more or less the same no matter what time of year it is, you will find in winter many opportunities to honor the way in which you are impacted by this most magical of seasons. At first glance, the world may seem desolate during the coldest months. Yet there are many unique and stimulating sensory experiences to be had — in the intricate beauty of individual snowflakes, the patterns of frost that form on your windows, the tang of smoke from wood-fueled fireplaces, the crunch of freshly fallen snow under your feet, and the briskness of the air. Do not be afraid to venture joyfully out into the cold and the snow as you may have when you were a child. A tingling and reddened nose is a small price to pay for a clear mind and invigorated soul. If your body articulates a desire to rest, give yourself permission to spend your free time reading, writing in your journal, daydreaming, engaging in artistic pursuits, playing board games, working a puzzle or meditating.

Many plants, like the tulip and the apple tree, would not blossom in the springtime were it not for the period of dormancy that is the gift of winter’s chill. Their example can inspire us to use this season of slumber to cleanse ourselves of spiritual and emotional detritus like flora shedding lifeless foliage so that we, too, may emerge from under the frost refreshed and renewed when spring arrives. 💕🌹

@kittengirl,

Good Morning in California. Just be safe with your family and kittens.