Give the gift of sun flares

One of my favorite websites is SpaceWeather.com
It gives you updates on very cool phenomenon, like meteor showers, eclipses and auroras. I really like the descriptions of one of their “gift sets” this year.
Aurora Special
6 months of space weather alerts.
This is for aurora-lovers. We'll call when things are exploding on the sun and when auroras are about to appear over your home town.
US$30 in the USA, Canada & Mexico

This could truly be the gift that keeps on giving all year. Imagine your phone rings while you are at work. It's a great excuse to leave early. "I have to go. Things are exploding on the sun. You know the traffic always get really bad when that happens."
I sure beats fruit of the month.

Use your imagination

Hello to my Smithtown Bay Blog followers. I have some bad news. My camera broke and so it is off somewhere in Illinois being repaired. (No doubt having a grain of sand removed from the lens at a cost of $89, but that is the price of doing business here in a sandy paradise.) So you will have to use your imagination tonight. Today I was down at the beach for sunrise to meditate. Do you know when you have your eyes closed, sometimes the water and waves can sound like the traffic off a major highway? What is Mother Nature trying to tell us? Despite the similarity in sound, I am glad when I open my eyes I see the water and not a bunch of cars! The sky was gray and overcast today. It was pretty wavy and not a kayaking day. I shared my breakfast with some seagulls. They always make me laugh. I swear I will be coming back as a gull in my next life. They just look like they have so much FUN! A little plane flew over and I waved and it actually waved back with a dip of its wings. I found some bones in the sand over by the dunes. They are big! Could be a deer, of course, but nonetheless, I am bringing them into the medical school on Monday to see if they are human. How cool is that to be able to bring bones to work and have someone there who can probably tell you what the deal is. I like working with smart doctors! The photo is an old one. Like a rerun.

What I Wore, and why I don't care

My favorite section of the New York Times is the Style section on Sundays. I know. How pathetic of me. The Style section! Me, of so little style! My style would be rated a C- at best, but have you ever read the “What I Wore” column? This makes Opinion Lady spread her wings and write a sarcastic retort to that drivel.
A few weeks ago the “What I Wore” focused on actress Archie Panjabi, who plays Kalinda Sharma on “The Good Wife.” Here is what Archie wore on a Saturday, no less!
Saturday-“Started the day with a latté at home in my oat-colored Hanro pajamas. Curled up reading the news online and watching the film “Downfall,” which accounts Hilter’s final days. After the heavy film, I set out to pick up a gift for a friend’s holiday party. I threw on a midnight A.P.C. cape, DSquared2 ivory silk crepe blouse and Vince charcoal corduroy pants tucked into Stuart Weitzman black knee-high boots. I carried my taupe Celine tote that I invested in earlier this year. I never hesitate when I find something as beautiful as that.”
Opinion Lady’s Saturday-Started my day with a home brewed Dunkin Donuts coffee in my midnight-blue sweat pants that are so old and torn that the tag is illegible. Could be Versace! Could be K-Mart! Who knows? Before leaving the house I always check that they don’t have a rip in the crotch. I don’t curl up, so I sat in a chair and read a real newspaper-Newsday. I didn’t have time to watch a movie. Between sips of coffee and reading the news, I cleaned my bathroom and did some laundry. Time for my Saturday errands, so I threw on my knock-off Ugg boots, put my silk-crepe Costco puff jacket and decided that no one would really notice if I was braless under all that down. I went off to the post office, dry cleaner, Wal-Mart, Trader Joe’s, the wine store and the gas station. I carried my vinyl knock-off pocket book which I bought for $20 somewhere down at Canal Street. Does the exact address it matter? The point is I never hesitate when I find a fake pocketbook as adequate as that on Canal Street.
Oh, for enough time in my life to actually care. Basically, my rule of fashion is this: If I don’t look fat in it, I like it. You can paste your name on my ass for all I care, as long as I don’t look fat.