Sunday, November 30, 2014


I'm beginning to feel Christmas now. Friday I spent baking Christmas cookies. It's my tradition to begin Thanksgiving weekend, and I did that. Four batches under my belt and only 6 to go now. I give away many tins of these cookies the week before Christmas to work associates and friends. That and the candy my mother always made are my Christmas staples.

Then Saturday the tree went up. Since we have a new artificial one its easy to get it up and decorated - no need to turn on the lights until the first of December, but its ready to go. As the week progresses I'll do the rest of the house, with the garlands and little bits of decorative things I've collected through the years.

Yes-it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas here on Accabonac Road. Once the tree in the front yard lights up the season will be totally on. And I am totally ready for it!


Saturday, November 29, 2014

House Tour

Today the grandchildren are coming over to help decorate the Christmas tree.  Last year we bought one after the holiday on sale - its an artificial one that's pre-lit and should make things a bit easier. The kids love hanging the ornaments and since we have few that are breakable its a fun family thing to do.

After lunch my two daughters-in-law and I are going on the Historical Society's annual house tour. It's their biggest fund-raiser and I'm thrilled to support one of my favorite charities buying tickets because its so much fun to get into these amazing homes out here. It's the one time of the year we get to peek behind the hedges and see how the other part of the world lives. I enjoy the decor, full of ideas for me on a much lesser scale, and doing it with the girls is always fun. A couple hours of bonding time.

This is my favorite time of the year. Lots of family time, lots of love around, and generally happy people. I will savor this next month, every blessed day of it.

Friday, November 28, 2014


So the dishes are washed and put away and the leftovers area in the fridge and I am sitting here wrapping Christmas gifts and baking Christmas gifts.

I enjoy these few days after Thanksgiving because generally I don't have other obligations (until tonight when I have to work the gate at a fundraiser) and I can start to think about Christmas. I just sat and went through the list of gifts in hand and wrapped, and made a list of what I still need to buy. There isn't a lot on the list, but I need to get it done asap.

There were sad moments today though as I made my Christmas cookie list and wrote out all the folks who will get them this year. Using last year's as a guide I remembered my dear friend who died in March. I've been taking her Christmas cookies for about 50 years.. Not this year.

Her name came up again when making gift lists. She and I always exchanged for Christmas, usually getting together a few days before the 25th to have lunch and open our presents. Because we knew each other so well hers were often the best gifts I received. Last year one of her gifts was a small plague that sits by my kitchen sink. It says "You're the kind of friend everyone should have". Dear Lord I miss that woman! Because that describes her perfectly.

Well I feel blessed to be here planning another Christmas. Because I am.

Thursday, November 27, 2014


I have so much to be thankful for its difficult to come up with a list. Mostly it would consist of my family and friends because at the end of the day its all about our relationships, isn't it? Following quickly behind would be my material blessings - my house particularly. I love my comfortable home.

Of course the list would never be comeplete without mentioning I am thankful to be here. This is my 6th Thanksgiving since I was diagnosed with cancer. Six bonus years. How lucky am I anyway?

Today I'm wishing everyone a wonderful day surrounded with people they love. My own life is overflowing. And I thank God for that.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


Today the real prep begins for the holiday tomorrow. In about half an hour I'll head to the IGA to eat the crows there and pick up my final supplies. I bought much of what I needed last week but I've been making a list of the things I still nee ever since. I have about 10 items on the list now, from potatoes to heavy cream, and also need a couple staples to get us through the rest of the week, like bread and milk.

I don't do much in the way of cooking ahead of time. We don't eat until late afternoon, so I have most of tomorrow for that. I'll start with my mother-in-law's chocolate angel food cake in the morning. We aren't pumpkin pie people in this house and this is my husband's favorite dessert, so its become a holiday stale around here. Then I'll get the turkey in the oven, cook up the gizzards for gravy base, and work on the sides. The one thing I don't enjoy doing is the potatoes - too much peeling involved there. But I love to eat them!

So tomorrow will be a busy day. But it will also be a fun, family filled day of thanks. Because I have so much to be thankful for!

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Rain rain rain

It certainly came down yesterday in buckets! As I sat at my computer in my home office the sound of the rain in the early morning was comforting. The skies were still dark and I couldn't see outside the house, but I could hear the rain coming down in great quantity.

I think a lot about the people in upstate New York - the place where my mother grew up - and I wonder how they are doing. There were fears of more roof collapses with rain making the snow heavier than it already was, causing more damage to already hard-hit areas of the state. They are hardy people up there, but everyone has their limits and I fear they may reach theirs.

When visiting upstate in the winter I always wonder what draws people to an area so harsh, but its really all about history. Hundreds of years ago it was trappers who moved so far north, looking for the valuable pelts of northern dwelling animals like beavers to sell. Just like the crab fishermen of the North Sea, they were willing to risk everything to make the money they needed to feed their families. The animals with the heaviest, lushest furs were in the coldest climates, naturally. And so to the north country they went in search of "gold" of a different sort.

Their descendants are equally tough people and come from good stock. But even the strongest have their breaking points. I hope the people of Buffalo and surrounding areas and not cowering in their homes listening to the rain.

Monday, November 24, 2014


Occasionally we all consider the choices we've made in life and wonder how smart they were, don't we? I mean some we rush into headlong with little thought at all, and some we take way too long to ponder, but all of them sometimes make us wonder "What was I thinking?"

Nothing makes me ask that question as often a my volunteer work with the ambulance. If it were not otherwise so rewarding it would be easy to walk away. But the good side still outweighs the far....

The other night we were called out at 9:30 to an "alcohol overdose". Sure enough this guy was out of it, until he woke up and tried to climb off the stretcher and called everyone a lot of unprintable names, including one that has never once come out of my mouth. It was not the kind of thing that leaves you warm and fuzzy if you know what I mean.

Two hours later we were called again, this time for a person less than 30 years old who was complaining of difficulty breathing. Again, experience tells us that this is probably not a serious call because people that age don't generally have a hard time breathing unless they are asthmatic, in which case it would come over as an asthma call. Sure enough it was another one of those times you wonder what was really going on that this person needed to go to the hospital at nearly midnight.

When we came out of the hospital to get back in the ambulance and go home, guess who was sitting on the curb waiting for a cab? The guy we had brought in earlier. He had been in the ER all of about an hour and a half. We all looked at each other and said what we always do in these cases: "Remind me why I do this again!"  I'm not altogether sure I know the answer to that question anymore.

Sunday, November 23, 2014


Today we're having a huge drill for the east end's fire departments and ambulance squads. It's what we can an MCI drill, which stands for Mass Casualty Incident and involved a major event, like a train derailment or a bus accident - something that stretches the limits of the available resources. Since I've been in EMS for twenty-four years now this not my first MCI drill - I've even planned them in the past - but its the first I've done in awhile.

I've always learned things from the drills I've participated in, which is the point of course, but used to surprise me. I used to think "Why am I wasting my time with this? We already know what to do, this is what we've trained for" but learned early on that there is always something to take away from the exercise. Which is of course what makes it all worthwhile.

Because it does take a lot of time and energy, bopping around in heavy turn-out gear with helmets and boots and such. And its not as though I don't have anything else to do with my morning. And I always miss going to church. But just like when I was in the 5th grade and had to do drills for the multiplication tables or spelling, the whole drilling idea has certainly proved its merit. It's going to be an interesting morning.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Cold snap

I've been enjoying the weather this week. It's not quite at my favorite place - I prefer the 50s to the 30s in terms of temperature - but I don't dislike it. I was game to get the heavy winter coat out and wrap myself in a faux fur blanket when watching TV in the evening, sitting in front of my gas fireplace and enjoying the pleasure of my cozy living room.

I'm not in a hurry for snow. It's a bit early for that - I'll gladly wait until the end of December for snow. January and February, bring it on - winter is all about snow and I'll take it. Not too much - not Buffalo snow - but a little here and there I'm fine with.

I remember one year some time ago when we had a blizzard on Thanksgiving. That was over twenty years ago and since then we've not seen as much as a flake as early as Thanksgving here.

The wonders of winter lie ahead of us: ice skaters on Town Pond, Christmas lights up and down Main Street, .snow that turns the world into a wonderland. It's ahead of us and I'm looking forward to it. By March I'll be ready for Spring. And that's what I love about East Hampton.

Friday, November 21, 2014


Seeing the news about all the snow in Buffalo this week makes me very introspective.

My mother grew up in various communities in upstate New York, and lived in Buffalo when she want off to college where she met her husband. I often wonder what my life would have bee like had they decided to settle in her neighborhood instead of my father's. I can't even imagine it really. I mean, I would love being near Niagara Falls and would enjoy some of the beautiful places in our big state that are so far from us here, but all that snow? No thank you.

I suppose wherever you grow up is simply "home" to you and you always have a yearning to return to that place of your childhood, although I can't say my mother ever really had those feelings. I think they moved around enough that she ad no real connection anywhere. I know she missed ice skating, which we don't get much of here, but other than that she never talked longingly of home. East Hampton had become home to her and she loved it here.

Well - the photos of all those feet of snow in Buffalo right now remind me of her, and my grandparents, and the aunt who still lives up there. I'm not sure how they cope.

Thursday, November 20, 2014


I've been spending time in an office on Main Street this week and I find myself enamored with the windows.

I've always loved having nice windows wherever I worked. Many years ago I worked on Newtown Lane as a travel agent and the office had huge display windows on the sidewalk. I loved seeing life go by on The street as morning passed into afternoon, summer to winter, and all in between. That was the early 1970s, when most businesses were still owned by locals and we saw people we knew all day -they would pass by and wave at us, or stop into say hello. It was like a neighborhood and we knew all our newborns.

 I once had a job in an upstairs office on an alley off Newtown and I hated that space. There were tiny windows, up high, and there was nothing to see anyway. My office at the church I used to work for had windows behind me so I looked at a wall all day. The church where I work now looks onto the cemetery, which is pretty in the winter when it snows but the greenery hides it in the summer and I look at that instead of anything more interesting.

Which brings me back to this office I'm temporarily using on Main Street. It has wonderful windows looking onto the street and I love seeing people walk back and forth, crossing in the crosswalk, police cars  winding in and out of traffic, etc. It's life happening  right in my view and I love that.

Give me a good window and I'm a happy camper....

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


My time is not my own anymore it seems. I have my fingers in a few too many pies these days and find myself running around a lot. And being expected to be a lot of places. And see a lot of people.

Fortunately I like being busy. In fact, I celebrate it. It reminds me, always, that I am alive, that I'm healthy, and I'm grateful for that. I often think, as I lie in bed wanting just a few more minutes of sleep, that there are people who would give anything - anything - to be able to get out of bed and be productive. I am blessed.

These days as the temperature drops down and the down comforter feels so good, I am sure there will be more days where I'd gladly stay undercover a little bit longer. And I welcome them. Because they serve as constant reminders that I'm here.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


The cold air has arrived here on the east end and I can't say I'm sorry. The only thing I don't like about our weather right now is the wind. And hopefully that will begone today.

I find the cold air invigorating, as opposed to the way the heat saps our energy and makes us feel as though we should sit around on Big front porch sipping lemonade or mint Julips and having servants to wave large palm branches over us to create a breeze. But the breeze we long for in the summer is dreaded in the winter because it causes that cold to bite into your skin and penetrate into your innermost being. "Chilled to the bone" as they say.

Yes, I welcome the cold air. It makes me feel alive and I like that feeling. But about that wind...


I am miserable wearing eyeglasses right now. For complicated reasons that aren't important for the purpose of this post, I have had to take my contact lenses off and revert to glasses for a period of one month. And it's torture.

I began wearing contact lenses when I was a sophomore in high school. I had to pay for them myself because my father thought they were silly, but I had been wearing glasses since the 4th grade and hated them. So with a summer's wages in the bank I went to the eye doctor and paid an outrageous amount for my first pair. I think it was about $350, which nearly 50 years ago was no joke. It was probably all my savings.

And the process of wearing them was not easy. In the beginning I could only wear them for an hour or two at a time as my eyes adjusted to these hard things on them, and those hours were not fun. You know what it feels like to get a grain of sand in your eye? Imagine that for an hour. It took a lot of determination to get through the long process but I've loved them ever since.

Now I am remembering everything I hated about glasses. And I have two weeks to go. Oy vey.

Monday, November 17, 2014

November 17

Today would have been my mother's 89th birthday.

I wonder what she would have been like had she lived this long. Many of her good friends are still with us, and they really don't look much different than they did 10 years ago. Perhaps they're moving a little more slowly, and maybe there are a few more wrinkles, but its not noticeable to me. I think she would have aged well She certainly did up until her death.

I hope to age as well as she did but I don't count on it. My father wasn't as lucky  - his hair thinned out a lot, his knees got very bad, and he looked more his age than Mom did. I imagine I'll be like him. No matter though, I consider every year a gift so however much time I have and however I look at the end of that time, I'll take it.

Of course I made my husband promise me years ago that if ever I was put on life support he wasn't allowed to turn off thee machines until I get down to at least a size 12. At least once in my life it would be nice to be there. And I'll be so gorgeous in that coffin

I wish Mom had lived a little longer. But she did look beautiful up until the day she died. I should be so lucky! Happy Birthday Mom!

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Lazy days

We get very lazy at my house whenever we have nothing on the calendar for the evening. Last night we had no plans so by late afternoon we found ourselves just hanging out. I did some writing on the computer, he watched some TV, I threw in some pretty much we did nothing.

I like to have a lazy day like that every so often. It's good for the soul.

Sundays are always pretty good for the souls too. We'll do church this morning, have lunch with the extended family, and go to a concert this afternoon. A fine way to spend a weekend I think. Low stress and plenty of food....sounds like heaven!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Autumn Saturdays

I love Saturdays this time of the year. The sun shines and warms the air but there is no humidity and it doesn't get too hot. It's perfect weather for working around the house, both inside and out. It makes one feel productive and I like that feeling. In hte heat of the summer I feel like a slug.

We have plenty of things to get done around the house. The front porch needs painting, for instance. I don't imagine we'll get any big projects started at this point. It seems as though things like painting projects get done more often in the spring than the fall. Somehow a 65 degree day feels warmer in the spring than it does in the fall! Human nature at work there. But nevertheless we will get some things done. Because Saturdays - especially autumn Saturdays - are meant for working.

Friday, November 14, 2014


My blog from yesterday disappeared. I mean, I know I wrote one, but its not here. What is that about?

Sometimes I am perplexed by the entire word of the internet. I have sent emails that have disappeared. I've received emails that are meant for other people. I've lost things I've written - they just disappear - and sometimes on my computer I have to search through files to find them Interestingly enough I thought I had posted this entry early this morning. And then just now I went in to check on it and surprise! It was not posted, it was being held as a draft. And half of what I had written was missing. Oh the mysteries of he internet!

I can wrap my mind around the television. I get sound waves and all that. But the internet is in the same category of the FAX machine. How does that work anyway? I know there are people who understand it. I am not among them. I' not stupid, but I'm more right-brained. Ask me to identify a piece of music - or explain the artwork of Pablo Picasso. But the internet....not so much.

So - hopefully this time it will work. We'll see if the internet Gods smile on me.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


Today we're heading in to the city to see a show. It will be a long day.

I can't even imagine how people commute in and out of the city all the time. I know it becomes a way of life but I just don't have it in me. I know I'll be exhausted tonight. Our morning Jitney leaves at 7:20 and we'll get home about 9:00. Every time I drive by the Jitney stop on Main Street I look at all the people standing there and think I'm so glad I don't have to make that trip more often than I do. It's a long ride in, a lot of walking once you get there, and a long ride home. As much as I love the things that New York has to offer, city life is not for me. It's too frantic, too crazy, too exhausting.

I suppose if you live there yo don't feel it the same way. I imagine you become part of the fabric of it all, just as I am here. Routine. It's all about routines. But for me, its not routine and it's not easy.

Isn't it interesting how we settle into our comfort zones? Whatever it is, its ours. And we embrace it.

But, this isn't my routine. And it will be a long day.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Blood work

Since I am into my later years  I sadly need to go have blood work done pretty regularly now. Those darn doctors want to know what's going on before they renew your prescriptions, and that means blood work.

Now having your blood drawn means careful planning. It means no eating and knowing when and where you'll be able to eat next.

Monday, November 10, 2014


I love Sundays. Always have.

Church has always been part of my Sundays and that's OK - I've always enjoyed church. From my earliest days in Sunday School, my church family was always an extention of my biological family and seeing the every Sunday was like a homecoming. I knew they were people that cared about me and I knew I was in a safe place.

After church has always been Sunday dinner with the family and again, safe place to be. Warm smells of good home cooking, always a nice dessert, and very often after that an afternoon drive. We wandered through the back roads, often my father looking for specific homes he insured or knew someone was building. We learned about the little corners of town, like Louse Point and Sammy's Beach. And Sunday night meant homework or tv, depending on how old I was. Sunday's were really nice days.

Life hasn't changed all that much since then. It's still a time for church and family, and sometimes a Sunday drive. It's the day I need to recharge and get ready for the week ahead. It's my chance to just be me. I do love Sundays...

Sunday, November 9, 2014


Sometimes the clouds can be beautiful. The other day I was driving home from Southampton on the back roads, south side. There's a huge left handed corner and as I drove it I looked to my left - toward the west - and the sun was just out of sight behind the trees, but the sky there was still bright. To the right though, the sky was already taking on the look of evening, dark and gray. The clouds had a stormy look to them but there was no storm, only lack of sunlight. Except in slivers here and there when the last remnants of daylight were hitting them. It was stunning I'm often amazed at how truly beautiful things are so often missed in our day-to-day lives.

We tend to walk through life missing so much of the beauty around us. We're too busy with our thoughts to notice the simple things - the things we see all the time, like clouds, that are sometimes worth a good long look I remember that scene well now - because I took the time on that deserted backroad to slow down and take it in. I knew it was special and I didn't want to forget it. And I won't. Because I've learned to appreciate the little things. I stop and smell the roses. And admire the clouds.

Saturday, November 8, 2014


Driving to work at 7am yesterday treated me to one of my favorite phenomenons, especially at this time of the year. When you drive down route 114 towards Sag Harbor as the sun comes up. you are surrounded by heavy forest on either side of the road. When the sun begins to peek over the tops of the trees on one side, it illuminates the tree tops on the other. So as you're driving down through this dark tunnel, where the shadow renders most colors to a mushy brown, suddenly the tip tops light up with a ferocity in the autumnal color range, and the contrast is stunning. Up to a certain height all is dark and muddy-colored, but then as you near the upper portions of the trees they are bright and full of the fire of fall. It's as though someone took a paint brush and swiped it across the tree tops, leaving the bottom as is and making the top shimmer with light.

I see it as morning making its grand entrance into the world and it always makes me smile. How different things look in the dark and how glorious they become in the light of day. Like a metaphor, life is like that. When we come out of our dark places the light can be blinding. And if nothing else we appreciate the glory of the color we can now see all around us, once hidden by the lack of sun.

Bring on the daylight. We all need it desperately.

Friday, November 7, 2014


When we left for Florida October 28th I would say only about half the leaves had turned colors. When we got back this week most were just beyond their prime. I was disappointed to miss the best of the display.

There are still a few that are in full glory, bright yellow ones mostly. I wish I know more about trees so I could say that they were lindens or tulips, but truthfully, other than maples and oaks, I really don't now one from the other. Well, I do know the obvious ones, like evergreens, weeping willows and Japanese maples, for instance. But I'm no tree expert and my knowledge of them is extremely limited. Which is why I have no idea which are the ones still showing their colors.

Within another week or two I would imagine all the leaves will be gone. Winter is coming for sure and the landscape is rapidly changing. How quickly one season turns to the next, and the years go by. Quite a fascinating world we live in.

I  do wonder though, if living in a place with little change of seasons make one less aware of the passage of time, It certainly is a reminder to us here on the East End.

EH Nature Trail

Thursday, November 6, 2014


I'm thinking a lot about my vision right now. Because of a problem discovered at my visit to the optometrist a couple weeks ago I have to go without my contact lenses for a month. I began this month of torture yesterday and I am miserable.

Because I rarely use glasses, I don't keep them updated. And because I've been wearing contacts for nearly 50 years now, the switch from one to the other is not as easy as it may seem. I cannot see as well with my glasses, so everything is a struggle. Watching TV, using the computer, reading the newspaper - they are all a challenge. Yesterday my eyes hurt from the strain.

I truly hope I don't have to give up my contacts at the end of this exercise because after all these years I would hate to go back there. I hate the way glasses steam up when you open the oven or come in from the cold. I hate feeling so dependent on them to do anything and when your vision is as bad as mine is, you really are that.

Vision is something most people take for granted and even those of us with bad vision are used to being able to have it corrected. Having it taken away makes me realize how blessed we are to be ale to see. Had I been born in the middle ages I would have been greatly handicapped in life.

I always assumed that if I lived long enough, eventually I would have to give up the contact lenses. I hope it isn't now.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Nothing sweeter

I feels so good to be home!

After a dream week away with the family we had to hit some glitches, and we did. Our flight yesterday was delayed for two hours so we spend a lot of time in the airport. Of course that meant when we got home it was dark and we couldn't find out car. We both wandered around the parking lot for about 10 minutes and finally my husband dropped the two bags he was lugging and went off along while I went with the bags I was dragging and sat with the pile while he continues to walk around the parking lot trying to get the lights to flicker or the alarm to sound. Finally after nearly an hour he went in to get security and they began driving hm to where they had the car registered. Lo and behold the battery was dead, which is why we couldn't get it to signal us in any way.

So next we made a phone call to AAA because we have free towing for 100 miles so we figured if it wouldn't jump they could tow us home. They did finally get it to start but I am dubious of the issue because the battery is fairly new. So, we made it home - late and tired - and threw in the laundry and went to bed as soon as we had clean underwear for tomorrow. We both have to go to work in the morning so clean laundry was imperative.

Tomorrow I will deal with the pile of mail and other issues. I did listen to the phone messages. There were ten - all recorded political calls. I'll blog about that soon....

Tuesday, November 4, 2014


Hopefully the bad weather has left Long Island now because we are flying home and I am hoping for a flight as easy and smooth as last weeks was. I'm not a fan of flying in bad weather and Sunday's wind was especially troublesome. My son's flight was delayed by 3 hours. Poor thing didn't have a easy time dealing with  two-year-old twins and a nine-month-old baby to entertain all that time. I'm grateful they got home safely but I doubt they got much sleep.

I am anxious to get home. The week was everything I hoped it would be and more. Everyone got along well, seemed to have fun, and we laughed a lot. No small feat when you consider that there were twenty of us, four of whom married into the family and no doubt sometimes find it difficult to find humor in the same things we do. Families are funny things. Marrying into them is dicey. They all seem to have assimilated well. But....a week together? Not easy for the best of in-laws!

Well I look forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight. And washing my dirty clothes. And opening my pile of mail. There is comfort in normal life. Especially when it's a good one.

Monday, November 3, 2014


It was funny to be in Florida this past weekend when temperatures along the east coast plummeted to below normal levels. In Orlando that meant they swung from the mid 80s all week to a Saturday morning of about 60 degrees.  It was definitely cool, but tome pretty comfortable. There were people walking around in full winter gear -many with heavy coats. I had brought a sweatshirt but didn't bother wearing it that day, preferring my long-sleeved cotton shirt instead. I was comfortable most of the time, although when the wind picked up it did get chilly in the shade.

The biggest difference was the pool area at our hotel. Every night since we had arrived the pool was packed with families and noisy with amplified music and games. Saturday night it was completely silent. The ever present lifeguards were patrolling as always, circling the huge pool with buoys in hand, wearing winter coats and long pants. It was funny to see. It WAS. Too cold for the pool!

Weather is always a matter of degrees in more ways than one.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

People watching

I think this must be the best place in the world for people watching. When taking the buses to the theme parks we've seen people from many cultures. And everyone is friendly, talking to strangers and better yet, allowing their children to talk to strangers all the time. And I wonder why everyone can't get along together in the world when we have so much in common. We all need love and acceptance, and we all strive to see our families content and safe.

I suppose that's the crux of the issue isn't it? I mean, if every community around the world were like Disney World, we might just know world peace. But sadly, there is such poverty and so much hardship in so many places, it becomes understandable why there is anger, and sadness, and violence everywhere.

Somehow I think if Walt Disney had been put in charge of everything years ago the world would be a much kinder place.

Saturday, November 1, 2014


Yesterday's blog was a bit introspective and I mentioned that I knew no one appreciated life as much as a person who has come close to losing it. And I also said I had always been a person who thought the savored life, but learned otherwise. So I thought I should clarify.

When we learn how precious life is, some interesting things happen. For instance:

Every snowfall becomes a magical transformation of the world rather than an annoying turn if events.
Each time the sun rises or sets, the sky becomes a wonder of color.
Whenever it's necessary to drive anywhere, scenery becomes precious.
Every hug, kiss, or sign of affection of any kind becomes incredibly meaningful.
Tears come easily when another person touches us with kindness or connects to us as humans.
Every kindness becomes an expression of love.
Every wonderful smell becomes heavenly: freshly baked brownies, a loved one's after shave, fresh
    flowers for instance.
Each gift becomes a treasure.
Each loved person is held in high esteem and admired more than ever.
Every morning that breaks becomes an event of great appreciation.
Each healthy day becomes a moment of gratitude.
Every color in nature becomes sharper and more beautiful.
Nature becomes a giver of great gifts.
The world becomes an incredible place.

I could go on and on, and each day brings new delights. It truly is about smelling the roses, but only one whose ability to smell has suddenly been restored understands the gift.