A sensible shoe is the direction I seem to be going towards. I can’t believe I wrote that. My aching back and knees are now the forces behind which shoes are best suited for me. My heart is telling me to wear those gorgeous gladiator knee length; multi-buckled flat sexy sandals (see the picture). My back and knees are telling me that a little heal is needed as well as some arch support. That sounds so “retirement plan” and I’m nowhere near retiring. I’m just getting started…aren’t I?
The “To Do” list is very long and needs my attention. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do… But… I don’t care. I’m pleasantly in a fog. A glorious fog that rolled into my life. The same kind of dense fog you might wake up to along the coast of Maine. The billows of damp mist that rolls onto the coastline. The kind that feels cold, wet and humid. The kind of fog that immediately curls my untamed mane and dampens my skin.
As a pure bread ( that’s bred! ) Capricorn, I am stubborn and don’t like change. My friends always encourage me to try new things. Most of the time, I don’t. Why? Simply because I am a stubborn old goat!
Rebound, abound and turn around, I’m found!
In the community where I live, we have 3 main types of bins. The blue bin is for recycling items such as paper and plastics. We have a light brown bin for composting organic materials and we have a brown bin for actual garbage.
My question is…What will be our next community bin? I have some (wink, wink) suggestions!
They grew up. I grew up. We all grew up. I think it happened slowly. Perhaps, I wasn’t paying much attention. All I know is, just like that we all grew up.
And… What profession am I talking about? How do you get paid in LOVE? Is actual LOVE the currency? Am I talking about prostitution? Am I talking about match making? Am I talking about a form of “Professional Love”? Also… What type of love am I referring to? The love people have for each other, or for animals, or for inanimate objects?
Bluegirls come in every size. Some are wise and some otherwise. They got pretty blue eyes. For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange – Looks strange, looks strange — Genesis: Ripples
Tick, tick, tick… Who’s knocking at my window? This time I was pleasantly greeted by both Lamé and Laurette. I watched them and I’m sure they were watching me. I love their company.
Some days, it’s hard to turn off the words. Some days, it’s hard to turn on the words. After the tragic events in Britain over the past several weeks, I lost my words. My hands covered my mouth for days. I couldn’t even mumble. The heartache. The suffering. The senseless pain. I was gaspingly muted.
The Marathon was the great measurement of the ultimate run. Then the Triathlon was the measurement of the greatest combination athletic event. Now it’s the Ironman Extreme which is the greatest physical measurement and challenge. I wonder what the next great challenge will be or the next great measurement of the human challenge. Maybe it will be an opposite event?
How’s about running so far back in time you go from the present into the past. Let’s call this “The Run-Back in Time Has-been Marathon.”
My student Roberta Terry took two courses with me. She took Writing for Children 1 and Creative Writing 1.
I loved having her in my class. She is a very creative and beautiful person who is also a truly unique soul.
“Hear All About It!” “Hot Off the Press!” “Scandals and Rascals!” Those were the anthems of the corner newspaper boys. How is the news going to jump off the screen and grab your attention? Perhaps computer screens need to be 3-D like the newspaper boys?
How do I control myself from not eating the whole thing? Ok, it’s easy not to eat the whole thing because if I do that, I will certainly become sick. Although, the thought seriously passed my mind at the onset of opening and smelling the sweets.
Is it getting harder to balance life these days? Or is it just me? There seems to be more and more things to do, emails to answer, calls to make, and appointments to attend. Or is it just me?
“Can you believe he gave me a box of chocolate covered pretzels? I mean really, doesn’t he realize that I work out like a maniac to keep my body in great shape. I don’t eat sweets or salt, and I certainly don’t eat carbs! I mean really, is he that totally stupid or something?”
A really good laugh can exhaust you in a way that makes you feel good inside.
After months and months of planning, I have officially launched my 2017 Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Fundraising campaign!
My brain is seriously over flowing with pin numbers, passwords, client cards, security codes, usernames, and entrance digits.
How can there be so much more life in a mobile device than in actually living life?