tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78320927019247747162024-03-19T01:09:01.035-04:00Auntie Nettie's AtticAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.comBlogger1960125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-73640563056138060622017-02-24T20:23:00.000-05:002017-02-26T20:26:35.712-05:00Photos of the Day: Fragile Hope<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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First REAL signs of spring: Friday morning at work.</div>
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SNOWDROPS!</div>
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Granted, it was about 70 degrees. In February. IN NEW YORK!</div>
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~ photos by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-85589606600082155802017-02-23T20:19:00.000-05:002017-02-26T20:21:47.119-05:00Photo of the Day: Train TV<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Morning commute. Quiet Car. Train TV, set to snooze. Necessary morning nap/meditation.</div>
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~ photo by iPhone, with some filters.Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-37209496256671941222017-02-22T20:10:00.000-05:002017-02-26T20:22:09.834-05:00Photo of the Day: Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight's sunset was brief and fiery - and something to behold.</div>
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~ photo by iPhone, enhanced by filters.Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-91449507697567454942017-02-21T19:38:00.002-05:002017-02-21T19:43:43.966-05:00Photo of the Day: Knocking on Knickerbocker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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as of a visit Monday, February 20, 2017</div>
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Vestiges of the 'olde' New York can still glimpsed in the
corners and shadows if you only look or know where to look. Hints: ends
of platforms, tucked up out of sight, and/or disguised as the years have
'progressed' by. Where once a door may have opened to a glamorous
hotel, now commuters jockey for a spot to cram on a subway shuttle and
try to ignore the rats frolicking in the trash on the tracks feet below.<br />
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~ photo by iPhone, some slight filters<br />
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Knickerbocker Hotel entrance as covered by <i>The New York Times</i>:<br />
<a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/17/nyregion/behind-subway-entrance-to-hotel-knickerbocker-neither-arias-nor-opulence.html?_r=0">https://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/17/nyregion/behind-subway-entrance-to-hotel-knickerbocker-neither-arias-nor-opulence.html?_r=0</a>Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-87665607412099537892017-02-20T19:41:00.000-05:002017-02-21T19:43:27.161-05:00Photo of the Day: Waiting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Visiting some old haunts, visiting old friends, visiting the same spot</div>
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At The Juilliard School, February 20, 2017</div>
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~ photo by iPhone, no filter<br />
<br />Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-45352788784169474632017-02-18T19:46:00.000-05:002017-02-21T19:51:13.514-05:00Auntie Nettie's Merchandise 2017 - Taking Heart cont'd<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span>Sometimes it is okay to take a unfinished project that was
started for a loved one, made with love, to show your love, and then use
it to spread some love.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span><br />After three years as a UFO, it was time to unravel it and let it go. 🏳 of defeat. I surrender!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span><br />(Sorry baby niece who is no longer a baby niece.)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span><br />💞<br />💕<br />💝</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span>~ photo by iPhone, some filters </span></span>Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-35265268150430818302017-02-17T19:52:00.000-05:002017-02-21T19:55:46.570-05:00Photo of the Day: Winter Casts a Long Shadow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sunset, Friday, February 17, 2017</div>
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Waiting to leave</div>
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~ photo by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-28057871159566571532017-02-16T21:16:00.000-05:002017-02-21T21:24:30.831-05:00Attic Adventurs: 2017 It started Tuesday night, with the sound of fire trucks outside the window. It continued for hours, late into the night.<br />
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<span>WHY? WHY?! Jackhammering. At 10:30 pm. Outside the window.
Strange septic aroma. Pickaxes. Backhoes. An excavator. Flashing lights.
Emergency vehicles. Union dudes.<br />Sleep was going to be challenging. </span><br />
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<span>Wednesday night. Note on the elevator. No cooking gas that night.</span><br />
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<span>Tonight. Note on the elevator that gas/electric utilities needed to be in Attic on Friday and upcoming Monday - and OH THEN...</span><br />
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<span>THEN the super and his wife presented me with this box and made me sign for it while they said - there will be notes under alllllllllllllllllll of the tenants' doors.</span><br />
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<span>Long story short, I will not be cooking with gas for possibly 4-6 weeks. So. Yeah. Or using the dryers in the building.</span><br />
<span><br />Hello landlord-provided shiny new kinda hot plate? Where the hell am I plugging you in in the Attic of no kitchen counters?</span><br />
<span><br />(Honestly
I am relieved. Was beginning to think the smell was a neighbor who...
hadn't been seen for a while and was possibly a 'former neighbor'.)</span><br />
<br />Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-70690570514706567282017-02-15T19:57:00.000-05:002017-02-21T20:02:15.898-05:00Vanquishing Age: One Pin at a Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span>I actually have two Dammit Dolls, but this little lady is now my
'Dammit, how did I get so old?' Doll. Crafted by my 'outlaw' ma-in-law
Cheryl, mom to sis-in-law Kelli , and she's been sitting around waiting for the right age/demographic
to be appropriate for use. Can't wait for the time to come to pass her
around the family. (Ahem... sisters and sisterfriends) That is, if I
don't beat the sh*... stuffing out of her first.</span></span><br />
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Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-6728095003663142622017-02-14T21:08:00.000-05:002017-02-21T21:12:16.885-05:00Life is like a box of chocolates - or two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span>MINE. ALL MINE.<br /><maniacal laughter="" maniacal=""><br />I do not share well with others. Just check my report cards.<br />Full
disclosure: these are not holiday related chocolates. Don't let the
timing, red box or cupid confuse you. These weren't technically
Galentine's Day chocolates either, despite giver and date of intended
celebration. Yes, given by a gal, a friend, and the date was for 2/13
but different celebration altogether. </maniacal></span><br />
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<span>I am trying hard NOT to eat them all in one sitting or afternoon. </span>Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-88827557706093083572017-02-13T16:19:00.000-05:002017-02-18T16:20:52.726-05:00Officially Middle-Aged<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-74262303425728048672017-02-10T20:38:00.000-05:002017-02-26T20:42:15.946-05:00Photo of the Day: Bumped Off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The day after the war - er, storm, you start to catalog the injuries to your soldiers.</div>
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Someone didn't fend off Old Man Winter, left pieces behind on the field of battle.</div>
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~ photo by iPhone.Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-19033895070826847162017-02-09T21:25:00.000-05:002017-02-21T21:51:46.049-05:00Photo of the Day: Initiative on Ice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Shot this morning, February 9, 2017</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Me this morning: Yeah, I am not leaving the Attic anytime soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Me looking out at the end of the day to see evidence of clear skies, a jogger running down the middle of the road, and all the folks who have to clear their cards out by tomorrow's alternate side street cleaning. Better start shoveling.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size: small;">~ photo by iPhone</span>Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-60548330603013785752017-02-08T21:52:00.000-05:002017-02-21T21:55:39.067-05:00Photo of the Day: Calm before the Storm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sunset tonight. Evidence that the days ARE getting longer. </div>
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There was at least one bit of blue before the next storm and socked in series of gray days.</div>
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~ photo by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-63969617987866619032017-02-02T20:32:00.000-05:002017-02-26T20:37:00.906-05:00Photo of the Day: Snowmen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hartsdale Train Station, as viewed from the train, February 1, 2017<br />
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Sometimes in transit, when you look up from your phone at just the right time, you see public art as it is meant to be discovered. This installation at the MetroNorth Hartsdale Train Station is located between the north and south-bound tracks, as part of a system-wide public art works project.<br />
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~ photo by iPhone, some filters.Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-5166166788108228532017-02-01T20:29:00.000-05:002017-02-26T20:31:50.469-05:00Photo of the Day: Holy Places<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Looking for the light? Looking for sanctuary? Look for the library. Look for the librarians.</div>
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Katonah Village Library at dusk, with the planets in alignment with perfect light.</div>
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Libraries can be holy places.</div>
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~ photo by iPhone, NO filters.Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-22111914676570919912016-12-31T19:25:00.000-05:002017-01-04T19:28:22.191-05:00Quote of the Day: Another Year<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" data-lang="en">
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— Shelf Awareness (@ShelfAwareness) <a href="https://twitter.com/ShelfAwareness/status/815194444647514112">December 31, 2016</a></blockquote>
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I have been flipping through my crafting journal, and other abandoned such lists from this year of ... well, to be honest, I'm still searching for the correct series of adjectives. <br />
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In my crafting journal I have simply decided to call 2016: The Lost Year.<br />
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DUCK!<br />
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Here comes another one.<br />
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God help us all.<br />
<script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script>Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-76211888763061617352016-12-26T20:53:00.000-05:002017-01-01T21:27:52.632-05:00Poem of the Day: Twas the diet after ChristmasIn bottom of a drawer that used to be my drawer, in the the back of a desk that used to be my desk, in an office that used to be my office, was found a pile of random documents, including this funny poem on the back of a sheet from the fax machine ... <b>from 1999</b>.<br />
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[Yes, I cleaned out that desk before it wasn't mine anymore. Yes, other people had too. We just hadn't taken the drawer out of the desk, disassembled the desk, turned the desk literally upside down, and removed the desk parts from the office.]<br />
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"Hey wait!" she said, as the pile of random papers was about to be discarded or refiled, or shredded, "I think .... I think I typed that one sheet right there. It certainly looks like a font I would've used. Can I have it back?"<br />
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Please enjoy this blast from the past. Maybe it will resurface in another 15-20 years or so.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Twas the diet after Christmas</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I got on the scales there arose such a number!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber.)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And prepared once again to do battle with dirt --</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I said to myself, as I only can</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You can't spend the winter disguised as a man!"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So away with the last of the sour cream dip,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Every last bit of food that I like must be banished</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">'Til all the additional ounces have vanished.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I won't have a cookie - not even a lick.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore --</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But isn't that what January is for?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!</span></span></div>
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Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-58331642205761820452016-12-24T15:09:00.004-05:002016-12-24T15:09:55.508-05:00Merry Christmas 2016!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;">Peace be unto you and yours during this Holy Holiday season. </span></h2>
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courtesy of Caramoor's Rosen House collection, as taken by me.<br />
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~photo by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-55566573176956760752016-12-23T21:12:00.000-05:002016-12-24T21:58:55.865-05:00Looking for Christmas Magic!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Sarah and Drew wish you all find the magic of the Christmas Season.</span></i></div>
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Photo by their mother, Kelli, used without permission -- SORRY KELLI!<br />
I mean, doesn't that look like a Rockwell picture? It's amazing what a iPhone camera and some filters will do. <br />
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<br />Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-50573043264515054222016-12-20T21:23:00.000-05:002016-12-24T21:26:02.281-05:00Photo of the Day: Looking the Season Straight in the Eye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Eyeing the Eve of the Solstice</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">~4:20pm</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sunset is on the Fence about it turning into Winter</span></div>
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~ photo by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-23881177596277459162016-12-16T21:38:00.000-05:002016-12-24T21:40:16.988-05:00Photo of the Day: Fly Me to the Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's a very narrow flight path to the full setting moon.</div>
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~7:20a.m.</div>
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~photo by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-48407131661218139702016-12-03T09:54:00.000-05:002016-12-24T21:54:50.529-05:00Photo of the Day: Framing Fiery Fronds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When you are running around, from one building to another, before the snows fall and the hues bleach to grey, sometimes you see things in an ochre light and just the right frame of mind.<br />
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~ photo by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-52565512894867027852016-12-02T22:34:00.000-05:002016-12-24T22:44:00.691-05:00Photo of the Day: Spot the Color<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">These daisies: "Never give up! Never surrender!" "We don't care if it's December. We are going to brighten up this flower bed, even if everything else has died!" "Oh hey! Did you notice over here in the corner?"</span><br />
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Me: "Yes, I did!"<br />
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Moral of the story: Spot the little things. And share them.<br />
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You:<span style="font-size: small;"> "THANK YOU!"</span><br />
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~photo by iPhoneAuntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832092701924774716.post-22704627263255936572016-11-30T22:47:00.000-05:002016-12-24T23:02:58.358-05:00Photo of the Day: Time Flies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over Vegas, heading back to NYC</div>
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Very late Vegas Time / Very early New York Time</div>
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Vacation passes too quickly.</div>
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Also, this year flew by.</div>
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Which is good, because this year has been ... </div>
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~photo by iPhone Auntie Nettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10043776011146115457noreply@blogger.com0