It’s a Crazy Ride

It’s a Crazy Ride

Most of my time is fleeting. I don’t know why this is so. It’s noon and suddenly it’s 4 p.m. The passage of those 4 hours doesn’t add up. It’s Monday and then without much notice, it’s Friday. The seasons roll like that and the years too. I’m very aware of this quick passage of time. Although, when I was younger, I felt the passage of time was much slower. Sitting in a classroom watching the clock hands finally reach 3:15 p.m., was endless. However, the run out of school into the park with my friends was fleeting. All that time was magical, up until my Mother’s call-in for dinner.

Move, Movement & Motivation

Move, Movement & Motivation

It’s time to get your big boy boots on and face the music of this rodeo. When the darkness falls upon you, laugh at it and say, “Oh ya! I’m going to the gym or I’m going for a run or I’m going to do whatever I would normally do even though it’s in darkness. This is my rodeo and I’m going to ride this dark horse!”

Exhauuustionnnnn

Exhauuustionnnnn

Perhaps I’m feeling as autumn does the changing of my leaves. The beautiful crimson colours the trees and bushes change into. The newly crisp flowy air with less humidity. The lifting of summer’s glee with preparation for winter’s roar! I look forward to autumn and I do love when it’s here. But as the flowers, I too have become exhausted and require some rest.

Never Enough Time

Never Enough Time

My daughter insisted I watch the series, “Sharp Objects”. I watched it with her. We didn’t move for hours. We sat on the couch, watching this very disturbing series. It took us two days to finish the series and at the end we were worn out from… too much watching. Was I entertained? Yes. Would I do this again? No! What I enjoyed most was all the time I got to spend with my daughter.  I would have preferred to be walking, dining, and seeing a live show instead, but being with her anytime is priceless.

I’m Old(er)

I’m Old(er)

I used to run for fun. Always, for tirelessly very long lengths of time. Up and down hills and on all types of terrain. In rain, wind, sun, heat, snow, it didn’t matter. Now, I’m particular about the terrain, temperature, and distance. Why? Because my knees ache from the surface or the climate or the distance. Again, because I’m older and I’ve been running for over 30 years. My knees don’t like running, but my head and heart love it.

Little Hopes & Happies

Little Hopes & Happies

In the most unlikely place, at the base of my outdoor staircase along the paved driveway, was this beautiful flower. It was growing in a tiny spec of earth between wood and pavement. It found the will to grow and be.  Good Morning Sue!

A couple of days later on my morning walk, I quickly looked for the flower. The flower blossom was gone.  The little plant was still there, but the blossom had finished and another was on the rise.  My continued thought was I’m glad I captured the photo when I did.  In life, beauty does not last forever.

My Celebrity Crush

My Celebrity Crush

I started watching the videos on a super cold night last winter. Then I began to follow the Instagram page. Now I am totally following the storyline of what is going on in the Chef’s world. You might be asking why I am doing this. Doesn’t this seem child-like?
This is in no way child’s play. The Chef is a character, which has the ability to change the world for the better.

Spaghetti and Some

Spaghetti and Some

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!

Red Pen People

Red Pen People

In grade 6, my teacher Miss Chess used a green pen. She found red was too bold and offensive. She would do her corrections in a soft green ink. I liked that a lot. It was soothing for a person like me, who made a tremendous amount of spelling errors. It’s easier to look at a paper filled with green ink corrections than redly inked marks. After a great year of learning with Miss Chess, I decided green ink was the way to go when I played school with my friends. Now as a university instructor, I still correct in green ink and pencil.

The Smile Project

The Smile Project

I ventured out to test my “Smile Project”. I got into my running gear and went for a run. My first subject was a mail carrier. As I ran by her I said, “Good Job Emilie!” and gave her a big thumbs up. She gave me a big smile and hollered, “Thanks, Sue!!!”

I continued along my run. While on a canopied tree-lined street I noticed an older woman, bent over, and trying to walk using a walker. It looked as though she was using the walker to help her cope with a recent injury. I slowed down a bit. As I approached her I said, “You’re doing a great job! Keep it going!” She raised her head, looked at me with the BIGGEST SMILE ever! By the way, she won biggest smile of that day!!!

What’s Good For the Goose is Not Good Enough For the Gander

What’s Good For the Goose is Not Good Enough For the Gander

In Maine, USA public signs are permitted to be written in other languages as long as English appears. So to encourage Quebecers to visit to Ogunquit, the signs are in both English and French. How kind and considerate. The town of Ogunquit wants to encourage French speaking visitors to vacation in their town. Let’s welcome Quebecers to spend their Canadian money even when the US dollar is over $1.30!