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Once upon an oil change, in a place far far away, there was a magical land called Hoffman where many of our favorite characters liked to reside. It is here, as the mechanics fixed, pulled and pushed, that the rest of the land of make believe waited helpless without their mode or transportation, whether it be broom stick, carriage, white horse or coach.

Cinderella’s evil stepsisters sat closest to the door. They seemed to have forgotten that it was a weekday afternoon and the rest of the waiting area was dressed in daytime clothes as they sat in the bedtime best. Maybe Cinderella didn’t have enough clean clothes for them to choose from. It’s a shame when the help doesn’t do what they are told. You end up with frick and frack waiting for an oil change, in rags.

A lost prince charming paced back and forth from the front of the dungeon to the back. He was creating a dust cloud around his boots. It was amazing that he could breathe through it all. He was nervous; perhaps worrying about the lady he left sleeping back at the forest. Getting the oil changed seemed like a perfectly good idea and reason to leave the fair-skinned maven where she lied… at the time anyway. Who knew the oil would pour slower that day or that he risked the clock changing or the morphing pumpkin coach for that matter.

The frog with a prince trapped inside croaked while waiting. And it is said deep down inside, behind the green, around the skin and through the moistness was an actual prince. Or at least that’s what we are hoping for. The amphibian hopped from the viewing window to the waiting room chairs, croaking and blubbering about getting the mobile fixed in a lickedy split. There were “girls to be had,” he ribbitted, “I mean, kissed.” Quick get his wheels done before we have an angry frog on our hands.

As some of Snow White’s dwarfs emptied oil tanks, cleaned carpets and billed in gold coins, there was a new-found respect for 10-minute oil changes of other kingdoms that we had visited before. This clearly was going to be a storybook character parade with each and every 3,000 miles that occurred.


“I don’t want to leave this weekend.”

I clasped my hand over my mouth after the words came spilling out.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone I just said that.”

After many consecutive on-the-go kind of weekends, I actually wanted to stay put for a change. Be here, in the country, in the mountains and especially in one spot with no plans. And in my long continuous list of “never say never,” I stood there admitting that I didn’t want to leave. Ha.

There are many things to love about the spring in the country. And this is one of them…

The most gorgeous spring sunset in Elizaville, NY on the way to a birthday dinner party. I actually had to pullover, stop the car and take this picture. The weather was just warm enough to be outside with a light jacket. The company was wonderful, celebrating a dear friend’s 40th and the landscape and farmhouse setting was heavenly.

And another…

BASEBALL! Here are the Dutchess County Cardinals. We went to see my friend pitch Saturday morning. It was a gorgeous day. He started and we had a picnic in the grass. What could be better? I heart baseball and the fact that all of these grown men do, too.

And this…

Avocado poundcake with fresh fruit. A light, airy dessert after a yummy meal. This poundcake dumped with mango, kiwi and pineapple was a colorful and hopeful as spring.

I realize I could have been sitting in the city right now, writing a very similar post about the love affair I have with walking the sidewalks, smelling streetmeat and spotting the latest trends in sundresses. I also realize I’m okay with this post. This love affair. For the time being anyway.

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