When I reached to use some toilet paper, I noticed there was only 1 square left on the roll. That’s right…one square of toilet paper!!! What’s that all about? Who would do such a thing? I felt like I was in a trap. Someone before me set the “One Square Left on the Roll Trap!“ Being the fact this washroom was well stocked with extra toilet paper rolls, I gladly changed it for my use and for the next person. Why wouldn’t I? I would never set a trap like this, unless it was specifically a joke.
By trying new physical activities or mental challenges, we grow as individuals. We allow ourselves to interact with the world in a different way. We meet new people and expand our minds and bodies. Perhaps we will find a new hobby, love, or interest. Right now I’m learning ASL – American Sign Language and I love it!
We keep it going! We move it forward! Let’s GO!
There is so much to see in the garden at any time of year. Actually, there is so much to see in anything, if you really take the time to look. When I finally get down to spending a few hours in the garden, I take a break from life as a human. I try to think of myself as a creature from the land. I disconnect my phone and my attachment to any technology. I escape into the micro damp soil.
I’m not sure if my family is the only one that does this. We name our best food dishes after the people who make or who have made them. Although we all make many different types of food, we only have a few specifically named. Noonie’s Spaghetti is a family classic. In my family, if a dish is made often, loved, and requested it gets named.Recently, my daughter went to Europe. Once there, she was proud to tell me that she made Noonie’s Spaghetti in France . This made me smile as this dish is now an international food!
While growing up, the next tables I sat at were at birthday parties with friends. If you got to sit next to the birthday girl or boy, you were stylin! If you got an icing rosette from the birthday cake you were a princess or prince in the Queen or King’s court. Royalty seating and musical chairs was the fashion then.
I ask myself this question, how does this person finish our…sandwiches?
It’s nothing you can try to understand; it just is. Where did we meet? How did I know this person before? How does s/he understand what I’m about to say? Why is there so much connection without any connectivity? Is this a soul I’ve known before? It’s got to be more than what it is. But….there’s no known history.
One hot summer’s day, I got off the camp bus and found Menou on my front porch lying on a few blankets and towels. Nestled around her body were 5 kittens. This was a thrill beyond thrills. She had babies while I was at day camp!
I still think about my first car. It was a red Toyota Tercel with a hatchback. I had black and grey racing stripes put on the exterior to match the black and grey sport seats. After I purchased the car, it took me another year of savings to have a pop-up sunroof installed. I loved driving it everywhere. This was my freedom on wheels.
Moving is very stressful and the thing you might need most is some good home cooking or baking. – Recipe included!!!!
Years ago when I was driving home, a homeless person came up to my car at a stop light and asked me for some food or money.
Instead of giving her money, I gave her an oatmeal chocolate chip chewy bar. She gave me a huge smile!
When my children’s book was launched in 2011, a wonderful publicist, Mike Cohen, told me to get busy on social media platforms. He suggested I get the news about my new book out into cyber space. So…I started a Facebook account for myself and for my book. It was quite exciting as I had never been publicly exposed in this way.
I understand the importance of being relevant, especially at this point in life. These are the years when my children have grown up and the nest is emptying. All the hard work of raising children, carpooling, activities, grocery orders, food preparations and “schlepping” is slowing down. Some of my friends are empty nesters and even grandparents! When someone has devoted most of their time to raising their children and now the children are gone, what will they do? Have they lost their job?