Joyful Noise

As I have mentioned before, 2014 was a tough year for everyone in my family.  Including my son, The Future Rock Star.  He has been in a really great spot of late, not the dour clouds of months past. Yesterday I was outside in our Southern version of cold weather, sipping a Scotch and just taking in the night sky.  When I heard a sound.  Then another. From the direction of the window to the FRS's room. Whistling. A random tune but a very happy one. So I took my Scotch and sat down in the flower bed beneath the window.  Leaned back against the bricks.  Closed my eyes.  And listened.

Epic Luxuries: Cashmere Socks

Man, do I love cashmere socks. I have been in a "spoil me" mood of late, and when there was a sale of these beauties on the wonderful gilt.com web site, I went in heavy.  I wore a lavender pair today with my dark gray suit and they looked great.  They felt even better. Nine bucks a pair. Pea soup fog outside? Freezing rain? Tough day at the office? Not a problem. These are like single malt Scotch for your feet. It's a wonderful life, baby.

An Epic Plan For 2015, Courtesy of John Keats

"Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by somebody I do not know."

I would add cheese. Absolutely. Then this is the perfect plan for the new year.  I have to admit, 2014 was brutal for my family and I was rather glad to see New Year's Eve come and go.  But Keats' prescription should do wonders to set a proper course in 2015.