Sunday, January 11, 2015

Old men neighbors! Cuter than cute and I don't even know their names!

Living at the end of a very short dead end street, there are not a lot of neighbors.

But the few who are my immediate neighbors are a couple of nice old fellas.

Not these guys:

or these guys:


I've met one of the old guys, the one that lives next door with his wife (whom I have never met), and although I've lived here over a year now, I can't remember his name. He waves, grumbles or expresses communications of a very easy sort whenever I see him. Perfect for me!

The fellow across the street is much more shy and keeps to himself. I've never even made eye contact with him, since he will always turn away. That is ok with me, too!

These two old codgers look out and take care of each other very kindly with barely a word between themselves either. Apparent comfort from being neighbors for such a long time.

One has a snow blower. When it snows a lot, he takes care of the other guy's driveway. He also has a riding mower and happily rides both yards on the appointed day of neighborhood neatening.

I find these folks to be the perfect neighbors for me, and for each other as well.

It is so nice that they keep an eye on each other and help each other without busy-bodying each other to pieces.

What a wonderful arrangement! Take a hint world!!

I am a Putnamaniac that loves my caring yet keep to themselves old neighbors!

Friday, January 9, 2015

Here's to good health!

Let's have a toast to good health!

I am very lucky (knock on wood and all that other superstitious stuff right now) that I usually feel as fit as a fiddle.

However once every 4 or 5 years, I get a little something.

Yesterday was one of those days. WHEW! I did not like it one bit!

No need to tell all the gory details, but when I awoke this morning feeling in the pink again, it sure did make me appreciate feeling good.


It also makes me wonder how people who don't feel well a lot, due to whatever the circumstances or conditions they are experiencing, can take it. They must be a lot tougher than me.

So, today I am toasting to better health for everyone, because it sure does feel bad to not be feeling good.

I am a Putnamaniac that hopes you all have good health!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Good guys - watching out for others, chipping in and once again proving every little bit helps!

This is an easy blog tonight, like so many of them are, thanks to all the good people, places and things that I am surrounded by in Northeast CT.

Just home from work and waiting for supper to cook, I scrolled through facebook.

Here is what I came across rather quickly from a great Putnamaniac, who along with his wife are a great team of givers:

Good Tuesday People I will have some BREAKING NEWS this afternoon on our next public fundraiser for the IHSP-FUEL FUND. Here it goes: ON JANUARY 24, 2015 (Saturday) FROM 7am till 12pm we will be standing outside of the U S Button office parking lot, (328 Kennedy Drive, Putnam, CT) collecting money for the OIL PROGRAM (IHSP-FUEL FUND). IF YOU WISH TO DONATE MONEY BUT CAN NOT MAKE IT DOWN TO THE U S BUTTON PLEASE LET ME KNOW. IT ALL STAYS IN PUTNAM. THANK YOU FOR YOU SUPPORT. Jerry Messier, Jr., 1-800-243-1842.


Once in a while folks - our friends, neighbors, family - need a helping hand. Many are quite thankful and take only what they need to get them through a bad spell. Let us focus on them. Pay it forward to the good people that need a little help, because someday they may be the ones to offer that same help to others, perhaps even you.

I am a Putnamaniac that loves the good people that seem to write my blogs for me with their kindness!



Sunday, January 4, 2015

Watching the snowflakes fall under the lights at night (like my old poppa did)

Last night as the snow gently fell, I flipped on the patio light and watched the flakes fall.

Oh what a peaceful sight. Oh what memories.

As a kid growing up, my grandparents lived next door.

My bedroom was at the end of the house that looked over the garden and down to my grandparent's house. Theirs was not a big house, especially considering they raised six rambunctious kids in it! Nana even gave birth in that house!

My grandparent's "living" room - a room where they really did live, faced my bedroom. That "living" room acted as their dining room, their card playing room, their visiting room, and their tv room.

It was also my "sitting in my poppa's lap" room. If we weren't out in the garden together, I was in his lap in that chair.

Poppa's chair looked right out the the window, so he could watch the happenings of School Street when he finally had the chance to sit down. I don't recall my Nana even having a chair, because I am pretty sure she never got the chance to sit down.

On nights that snow fell, Poppa would flip on his spot light and sit and watch the flakes fall. As I lay in bed, I would see that light suddenly glow, and I would hop up to look out my window and watch those same flakes fall. How much would fall? Would school be canceled? (It seems that school was hardly ever canceled way back then).  Could we go sledding or make a snowman? Shoveling? Hot chocolate? The questions and possibilities were endless.


And so, it was a pleasure to watch the flakes fall last night under the patio light and think of watching those same flakes with my poppa all those years ago.

I am a Putnamaniac that still enjoys watching the snow fall with Poppa Moone!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Do you just have the best friend ever? (aka: we are all that giggling & gabbing you hear early in the morning!)

Do you just have the best friend ever?

Sometimes people just click.

When you get one of those clickers, isn't it great?!

You hang on to them from the day you find them.

You find as much time to spend together as you can, doing whatever crazy things you can find time to do!

 
Me and my BFF got out and made some noise on the streets this year at the O'Putnam 5k, the Deary 5 miler, at WINY Radio early one morning for a birthday flash mob, and doing biweekly clean-ups!

Sometimes the only time one of my best friends forever and I can get together is early in the morning. No matter what season or weather, we head out for a walk & talk.

So if you hear lots of gabbing and giggling early in the day and out in the streets of Putnamania, you'll know it is two good friends, doing what BFFs do!

I am a Putnamaniac that likes to make a ruckus with my best friends!

Friday, January 2, 2015

Disappointing Disrespect for our very own Habitat for Humanity of Eastern CT. Please share this!

Today I finally had some free time -

Strike that....

Today I finally found and took some of my free time to volunteer again for the Habitat for Humanity of Eastern CT's Plainfield ReStore. They do need volunteers.

Did you notice above that I wrote "Habitat for Humanity of Eastern CT"

Although Habitat is a worldwide organization, we have our own Habitat right here in Eastern CT. That means that what we do here impacts people here.

Somehow people still do not understand this whole concept. So, education is a good thing. Let's teach folks who may not know about Habitat, particularly our own Habitat!

Habitat's simple mission is to provide safe and affordable homes to those who need it.

It is not a hand out. Habitat does not give out free houses.

It is a hand UP. People apply to Habitat, much like they would a bank or mortgage company. These are people who are working, but just can't get enough for a down payment or can't afford the interest stacked mortgages. So they are working their tails off and living in sub-par situations. Probably most of them would not mind that situation if it were just them, but - and this is a big but - they have children, and they do not want their children to have to live unsafely.

So, Habitat chooses folks.

These folks, their families and friends must put in a lot of "sweat equity" hours. That means they must spend a number of hours working on building or rehabbing their house along with all the Habitat volunteers. They must also pay a mortgage. It is not for free. It is not a hand out. It is just the break that they need. Thank goodness.

One of Habitat's major fund raisers are their ReStores. People and businesses donate EVERYTHING that you see in a ReStore. The store's rent, utilities and a very few & small salaries are paid, then the monies go into another new or rehabbed home. MOST of the work done in a ReStore is by volunteers.

Now, let me reflect and share with you what I witnessed today at the Plainfield ReStore, one of two ReStores that serve Habitat of Eastern CT.

A "gentleman" pulls up to the donation door, immediately sarcastic and caustic that the ReStore was not open when he had stopped by the other day to drop off his donation. He admitted that he had no clue when the ReStore was open, nor did he try to find out.

Sadly, the ReStore continues to get a lot of non-quality items as donations, and it appears to me as a lack of respect for their end goal. Of course, they get a lot of wonderful donations, but let's face it, some folks are using ReStores as their dumping ground. This fellow today dropped off 4 items. 2 were marginal, 2 were less than marginal.

The volunteer that was with me, a long retired man, of questionable health, donates his time 3 days a week. He works hard. He instructs the younger guys about mechanics. He is invaluable. He kindly apologized to the donor that he was a volunteer, and then apologized again to this fellow for having to make 2 trips in order to drop off his donation. He offered a slip for tax purposes. You could see that the donor finally felt a bit of embarrassment for his initial rudeness.

I ask that you learn a little about Habitat for Humanity of Eastern CT and the ReStores.

I ask that you share that information with someone you know.

I ask that you think about donating to something once in a while, whether it is Habitat of Eastern CT, a food bank, a medical cause.... Whether it is your money, your time, your material items.
Whatever it is you choose, learn about it.
Understand it.
Respect their mission.
Respect their volunteers.
Don't act like you are doing the world a favor unless you truly are.

I am a Putnamaniac that would like to see only respect for our hard working volunteers and organizations!







Thursday, January 1, 2015

A man and his dog, like clockwork walking in the park every day!

Every morning.

Like clock work.

An old man walks his dog around the park.



They are long and comfortable friends.

That is easily recognized as they stroll together, matching step for step.

Something about seeing them every day sure does make me happy down deep inside.

They clearly share a deep friendship and enjoy the company of one another.

Do you see things like this? Isn't it great to witness such unconditional love.

I am a Putnamaniac that loves to see scenes of unconditional love!