Who, what, when, where—why not?

Much to my chagrin, I found the temperature a bit daunting this morning—31 degrees. Sheesh! As the snowbirds flee the Catskills, along with the geese, I am reminded that for many of us, this is a time for a different kind of beauty and serenity in the valley.

Between a bit of frost on the pumpkin and switching out the seasonal wardrobe, I still manage to get up off the couch and out into the world, for there is always something to see and do, regardless of the snowbirds’ flight down south.

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Great idea!

A few weeks ago I was at dinner with an artist friend who told me that she is ironing plastic bags.

The next day I went shopping and found a beautiful round storage container made from old magazine pages that had been folded into strips and glued together. Even though such trifles usually don’t entice me, it was irresistible.

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Kill the time, not the other way around

I had heard about the archaeological dig on Governors Island, south of Manhattan, from a few friends who had gone. Heard about the small hamlet recently discovered, a window into a forgotten world of the 1950s. My friends had gushed about the experience, saying that it was the coolest thing that they had done all summer.

On a beautiful Sunday afternoon, my friend Nicky and I boarded the Governors Island Ferry and went to check out the lost hamlet of Goverthing.

Upon entering the archaeological site, we are told that we must wear a brightly colored vest and a hard hat—for safety. Nicky is not pleased.

“Do I have to wear one?” she asks the short girl behind the counter.

“I mean… I’m supposed to make you wear one…”

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