Nothing Will Eat You Here

We were driving home from dinner in Lewiston one night when my husband decided to take a different route home. We drove past Bond Lake and on a whim pulled in. It was right before dusk when the sky turned shades of orange in front of us.

My kids jumped out of the car eager to throw rocks in the water. They tried their hardest to skip a rock across the lake but decided it was more fun to launch tiny pebbles in the air and watch the rainfall of splashes left behind. My kids edged closer and closer to the murky lake water full of plant life and twisted tree branches protruding from the darkness.

My first instinct was to tell them to back up. "Watch out for gators!" played on repeat in my mind. But there are no alligators in New York. While this may not seem like a big deal, coming from a place where seeing an alligator is a daily occurrence, this is life changing. I'm not exaggerating.

Growing up in the south, you're always on alert for gators. They're everywhere -on golf courses, in retention ponds, sometimes just wandering down a neighborhood sidewalk. True story -I once saw an alligator in a neighbor's yard, three feet from their front door, still as can be with his mouth wide open.

You never get to close to ponds in South Carolina. You just don't. Especially if you are a small human or with a dog.

Alligators are in lakes, too. And yes, people will still swim in them. But I guarantee the person swimming is always scanning to see if they spot a gator snout floating by.

So when my kids ran up and down the water's edge at Bond Lake, I sighed a big ole sigh of relief. Nothing was going to jump out of the water to grab them.

If you haven't been to Bond Lake on Lower Mountain Road, you should. We've been several times in the evening to walk around. It's a beautiful, relaxing spot to take a moment and enjoy the sunset.

It's Been a Minute

It's been a long time since I wrote a blog post for this site, and there's a very good reason for that. I've learned over the last year to appreciate the good days. I have lived in Western New York for a little over one year now. The winters can be harsh, that's no secret. There are some days I'm especially glad I get to write from home. But, winter only last so long.

Starting mid-May until, well, last week, I spent all my free time outside. Any chance I had, between writing to make money, cleaning the house and grocery shopping, I spent outdoors. The kids and I rode bikes, went for walks, or just sat outside. When my husband got off work in the evenings he joined us. The weather from May to October is perfection.

There's a reason if you walk around a neighborhood on a Saturday morning, everyone has their garage door open. There are street festivals, outdoor concerts, and things to do almost every night of the week. On nice days, everyone flocks outside.

So I haven't been on here because, well, I've been outside. Now, the days are about to get shorter, it's getting cold and our free time will adjust to being indoors. But that's ok because I know what's coming. I know I love snow for Christmas. I know January and February will be hard. I know March will bring spring fever and April will start to bring warmer days.

I have dreams of writing here everyday, sharing good things about where I live. I know now that I will get distracted by those good things, and that's ok, too.

In the meantime, here's a pic of what fall is like...perfection.

Fly Me to the Moon...Niagara Aerospace Museum

I was bragging the other day on how we haven't been sick this winter. The universe laughed. My son and I both came down with the flu. It was awful and I'm sure you can imagine I have done nothing but rest and recover.

I'm feeling much better and decided I need to write something. I'm currently reading, The Astronaut Maker, by Michael Cassutt, and picked up on a a reference in the book to the H-13 helicopter built by Bell at the beginning of the 1940s. I would have thought nothing of this information but I visited the Niagara Aerospace Museum this past summer and now I feel a connection to the Bell helicopter.

I woke up this morning thinking about the museum and knew I needed to write about it.

I have two little boys who love all things airplanes and anything to do with flight. When we discovered there was an aerospace museum down the street, we couldn't get there fast enough. What was odd to me was when I asked people I knew with kids if they had visited the museum before, I got a resounding "no." I'm not sure why. This museum is a gem. From the outside one would think it might be small but once inside, it spreads out to include lots of displays, replicas, and actual airplanes and helicopters.

Western New York has a rich aerospace history, this is something I didn't know before visiting the museum. Bell Aircraft Corporation, among many other notable things, built fighter airplanes for World World II and the famous Bell X-1, the first airplane with a pilot to break the speed of sound.

The Niagara Aerospace Museum is packed full of material to learn more about the Bell X-1, as well as other fascinating moments in history like the Bell Rocket Belt, which was tested at the old Bell factory next door. There is an actual rocket belt in the museum which sent my kids into a frenzy. There are also videos and lots of photographs of the rocket belt in action. It's amazing to me that someone actually put that thing on and shot themselves into the air. They were much braver than I will ever be.

Another piece of history at the museum is an actual Bell P-39 Airacobra that was discovered at the bottom of a lake in Russia, brought to the surface, and nows resides in the museum. We watched footage of the airplane under water and then we were able to go stand beside it. It was a bit surreal. Here is more information on this airplane at the museum, https://wnyaerospace.org/collections/p-39-miss-lend-lease/.

We also enjoyed learning about Bell's involvement in the lunar landings. The museum has an actual control panel used by mission controls during the Apollo moon missions. How cool is that?!

The staff was very knowledgable and friendly, and talked to my kids about Chuck Yeager, a world famous test pilot, and some of the other artifacts in the museum. The kids had a hundred questions and the gentleman was patient and answered almost all of them.

The museum is definitely worth the trip and the money. When we went this summer it cost me $8 and my kids $3 each. We spent about two hours in the museum and my kids have been asking to go back.

The building the museum is located in is an old terminal but it's easy to look past the roughness. I sincerely hope this museum is able to stay in the area as I think it has so much to offer and so much knowledge to be shared with the community and visitors. Western New York and the Niagara Falls/Wheatfield area should be proud of it's contribution to aerospace history.

Here is a link to the museum: https://wnyaerospace.org/

Intentionally Getting Cold and Other Ramblings

On this snow day while my kids are home and I'm not working, I'm reflecting on one of my biggest fears about moving up north, not being able to go outside during the winter months. Before we made the move, I had a fear we would be stuck inside for months at a time, eating carbs and sobbing. I worried we'd suffer from a lack of vitamin D and exercise, and constantly fight with each other while the kids tore the house apart with all their extra energy that wasn't getting released because it was too snowy and cold to go outside.

What I've learned so far is that my fear could come true if we let it.  The kids could easily get absorbed in Fortnite and I could sit on the couch eating the latest Trader Joe specialty flavored potato chips every night dreaming of warmer evenings outside.

If we don't make a point to go outside, it would be easy for us to hibernate all winter. It's cold and there's a lot of snow on the ground, and sitting in front of the fire is easier than putting on layers and brushing off our cars.

We have to be intentional about going outside. This takes a little work and shift in thought, especially for me. Instead of taking the kids to an indoor jump house last week where it was warm and cozy, albeit full of unruly children, we decided to go to a second-hand sporting goods store in Amherst to buy used ice skates and snowboards. (Side note, there needs to be one of these in Niagara Falls, is there one that I don't know about? Someone needs to open a Play-It-Again Sports around here. I can't imagine that it wouldn't do well. The place in Amherst is tiny.) Back to my ramblings, we made a small ramp off our back steps so our kids could practice snowboarding. My husband made an ice rink in the backyard, which wasn't hard at all because there was already a decent layer of ice from previous melted snow. On Tuesday evening before the temperature dropped too low, the kids practiced snowboarding and my husband ice skated. I walked around the yard taking in the winter wonderland we were creating. The snow cascaded down all around us and it was beautiful. I wish I had taken pictures but I was too busy enjoying it.

My friends in Charleston have been texting me nonstop over the last two days checking in on me during the winter storm. They want to know if I'm surviving. It's not that bad, really, it's not. I love the texts, I feel loved, but I'm doing ok. It's too cold to go outside today but by Saturday we will back on the ice rink.

And it's not just about being outside, it's about getting out. Last Friday night I was feeling a little stuck. I'm a freelance writer and I've been writing a lot, which is great, but it also means I'm home a lot. I haven't been exploring as much as I want. I voiced this to my husband and instead of ordering pizza like we normally do on a Friday night, we piled in the car to go to Lewiston for dinner. It was cold and snowy but we had a great time. The restaurant was packed and it reminded me that winter is what you make of it. We (maybe not the locals but the rest of us) let images of snow and cold temps stifle us but we can't let the instinct to hibernate take over.

A Storm is Brewing

There is a winter storm coming this weekend and I feel like I need to prepare. My kitchen is already stocked as I went to the store earlier this week but there are a few things I still need. I began making a list and realized that preparing for a winter storm is much like preparing for a tropical storm in Charleston. I have lots of experience in this area so it's easy to relate the two. It's not quite like preparing for a hurricane as that would involve many more canned items, which honestly no one ever gets around to eating. We lost power for five days when hurricane Matthew hit Charleston a few years ago. We ate everything in our house, except the canned items.

Lucky for us, the storm is coming over the weekend so we can all stay home and enjoy the snow. I'm sure I would be panicking a bit more if I had to get out and drive in it. I know this isn't the case for everyone and there are lots of people that will need to go to work this weekend. For those folks, I'm hoping everyone stays safe on the roads. In Charleston, when a storm was coming, the locals that had been through many storms in the past would laugh at those that freaked out and bought all the bread off the shelves. I wonder, are the locals here laughing at this post? Honestly, I hope you are. I'm a newbie, I deserve it.

Here is the start of my grocery list, sorted by priority.

Since I have snow on the brain, there is something else I've noticed. Kids are resilient when it comes to weather. When we lived in Charleston, my kids rarely put on a heavy coat. There just wasn't the need. When they did have to, there was always lots of grumbling and pretending to be uncomfortable. This morning, my kids put on their heavy coats, snow boots, gloves and winter hats without one word. They just do it now. We've only been here six months and it's only been cold a few months but they already have this cold weather thing down.

"Mom, snow is a lot like sand at the beach. It's fun to play in you just need different clothes." Resilient. And wise.

The Tattered Tulip Isn't So Tattered

Oh, Joanna Gaines. She gives me such inspiration and heartache. I yearn to have her style and loathe that I cannot afford to redecorate my house, rip out my kitchen and install trendy black and white tile in my foyer.

To cure my decorating fix, a friend took me to The Tattered Tulip the other day. It's out towards Lockport and you sort of feel you are in the middle of nowhere when you pull up to the barn-like building but after looking on a map when I got back home, it's really not that far away. I just have a tendency to glaze over when someone else is driving.

The Tattered Tulip is filled top to bottom with the most adorable things. They carry vintage items and new things, too. They offer a mix of styles. Lots of modern farmhouse decor, some boho inspired items and a few mid-century designed pieces. I had never heard of this store before but I think it's definitely worth the trip if you live in the area or if you are visiting.

I also found that everything was very reasonably priced. I purchased a modern gold-framed sign for only $13 and it's now one of my favorite things in our living room. I took a picture of this wall planter because I desperately want to go back and get it.

If you've been watching too many Fixer Upper reruns like I have, make sure to check this place out. It's enough to make Joanna Gaines drool.

Snowbirds Like Pizza, Too.

It snowed the other night. While that might not mean anything to you, I'm still getting my snow legs. I'm still a little hesitant about driving while it's snowing out. But I'm a mother and my kids needed dinner and my husband offered to make pizza. I volunteered to run out to get the stuff he needed.

There is a small market called Pellicano's Marketplace on Niagara Falls Boulevard. They sell lots of things but mostly they sell Italian brands, lots of meats, and soups and pastas. It's in an old building that has lots of character and they are always playing Italian music inside. I think what I love most about the place is that everyone who works there wears a fedora. I like to wander around and look at all the brands I'm not familiar with. It's such a treat for me each time I go there.

Pellicano's Marketplace has pizza dough delivered from a bakery over the border in Canada. It's a great alternative when my husband doesn't have time to make his own dough.

So while it was snowing out, I ventured over to Pellicano's. As I pulled into the parking lot, as silly as it sounds, I was very proud of myself. And when I arrived home, I grabbed this pic. Home Sweet Home.