Today, two days after Christmas, our daughters held a garage sale to "downsize our stuff." This was something they planned with their dad--I was totally against the idea because I thought NO ONE would go to a garage sale so close to the holidays. I thought all college students would be on vacation and everyone else would be too tired or too engaged in holiday activities. I was not going to participate in any way.
The night before, the girls put up signs (they posted it on Craigslist the day before) in the neighborhood and organized everything in the garage (many of the items were the result of our cleaning of the garage a couple of months ago (part of freetirement). My only job was to wake them up at 5:00 a.m., but I still had very low expectations.
To my surprise, hordes descended by 6:20 a.m. (the ad said 7 a.m. until noon and NO EARLY BIRDS). There appeared to be a "garage sale community." Most of the early birds knew one another, had lots of garage sale lore to share and knew that the best stuff goes verrrrry verrry early. By 7:00, the original starting time, much of the stuff was already gone. Some in the community told the girls that ours was one of the few garage sales close to this area so the girls would be swamped with people.
They closed shop at exactly 12 noon and took all unsold items to the Salvation Army (Christmas Day we had all volunteered to feed the homeless, a project of the Salvation Army). It was amazing to see that there are so many communities that I had never thought of as communitites. Most of these people see each other week after week at garage sales. I am a garage saler--it was quite different, seeing it through the "eyes of the seller." It was profitable, a great way to get rid of stuff (it's also easier to have someone else do it so "separation anxiety" does not creep in, and it was fun, even though I was in the house 95 per cent of the time.
As cliche as it sounds, "One person's junk is another person's treasure." People will buy ANYTHING.
I am proud of our daughters--they know how to do so many things, and quite efficiently, even when I didn't believe, they went right ahead like truee "O'girls." Our son-in-law was a great help as well.
Once again, freetirement offers one the opportunity to pay close attention, even during the holidays.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Starbucking
Freetirement offers me the opportunity to observe, in a real, rather than superficial manner, the
cultural nuances that I never took time to notice. I am not a Starbucker--my daughter always told me that I never even knew how to order because I would ask for a small, old fashioned regular coffee. We usually got take-out or we sat there for a moment or two waiting for the opening of a department store when we arrived too early.
Today, I actually met someone at Starbucks for coffee (yes, I ordered the small, regular) and we sat there for two hours. There were people who had been there longer than we were there and they were still there when we left. There were people with laptops, others just socializing with friends, and everyone joining in everyone else's conversation. I thought to myself, America has become a nation of diversified communities. Although, for the most part, the neighborhood concept is not what it used to be, I am now convinced that neighborhoods and communities have taken other forms. I really saw a "Starbucks community." Now I know why they had to close some stores--people just sit there over one cup of coffee--I thought--OMG, our investment club owns that stock.
I was glad to see that it's not just about coffee, because I think that double caffeine is the alcohol of this generation, but it's another opportunity for this texting, emailing, e-chatting community to engage in face to face conversation (much like the seniors at the casino).
I am now looking at Starbucks in a different light--a communications concept.
cultural nuances that I never took time to notice. I am not a Starbucker--my daughter always told me that I never even knew how to order because I would ask for a small, old fashioned regular coffee. We usually got take-out or we sat there for a moment or two waiting for the opening of a department store when we arrived too early.
Today, I actually met someone at Starbucks for coffee (yes, I ordered the small, regular) and we sat there for two hours. There were people who had been there longer than we were there and they were still there when we left. There were people with laptops, others just socializing with friends, and everyone joining in everyone else's conversation. I thought to myself, America has become a nation of diversified communities. Although, for the most part, the neighborhood concept is not what it used to be, I am now convinced that neighborhoods and communities have taken other forms. I really saw a "Starbucks community." Now I know why they had to close some stores--people just sit there over one cup of coffee--I thought--OMG, our investment club owns that stock.
I was glad to see that it's not just about coffee, because I think that double caffeine is the alcohol of this generation, but it's another opportunity for this texting, emailing, e-chatting community to engage in face to face conversation (much like the seniors at the casino).
I am now looking at Starbucks in a different light--a communications concept.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Mango Season
I have a friend who divides her life into seasons. She always talks about seasons and how they influence her. I have always told her that I am a Miami Girl and the seasons were all the same. I never cared about cold, snow, fall colors, real Christmas trees or anything remotely connected to seasons. I have now, at this stage in my life, changed my opinion of seasons.
When I visited Miami this past week, it was not mango season. I mentioned this to my friend whose trees, when I visit, are laden with mangoes. I still did not see the significance of this "seasonal moment" until later in the visit when I remembered that the season of my visit represented a "seasonal visit" twenty years ago. It was the only time, since college, that I was in Miami when it was not during mango season. I was totally thrown off by being in Miami during an off season moment.
I had to deal with the memories of the loss associated with that Christmastime long ago. It was a defining moment--I was, for a moment, a seasonal Miami Girl.
But now that I have worked it all out (not on my own) , I can still rejoice during mango season--the essence of my Miami, even in December. Mango season for me will now be any time that I am in the magic city.
When I visited Miami this past week, it was not mango season. I mentioned this to my friend whose trees, when I visit, are laden with mangoes. I still did not see the significance of this "seasonal moment" until later in the visit when I remembered that the season of my visit represented a "seasonal visit" twenty years ago. It was the only time, since college, that I was in Miami when it was not during mango season. I was totally thrown off by being in Miami during an off season moment.
I had to deal with the memories of the loss associated with that Christmastime long ago. It was a defining moment--I was, for a moment, a seasonal Miami Girl.
But now that I have worked it all out (not on my own) , I can still rejoice during mango season--the essence of my Miami, even in December. Mango season for me will now be any time that I am in the magic city.
Monday, December 8, 2008
"Once an Adult, Twice a Child"
What a glorious time it has been--first going from Ocean to Ocean, from the cold Pacific to my beloved Atlantic. I am convinced of the magnificence of the planet. I am reminded of the beauty of diversity, in terms of humanity and nature. From the tip of Baja to my roots filled Miami, it has been fabulous.
Obamamania is everywhere. From the shopkeepers and vendors in foreign ports to the baggage handlers at the Fort Lauderdale airport. Everyone has something to say and everyone wants to share in the moment with a sense of pride. I guess those who did not share this, did not become a part of my world (in other words, few conservatives interact). I did go to a great garage sale with my friend in Miami--there was so much stuff and we bought a lot and got great deals. Afterwards, I found out that the home had one of the biggest signs for the Republican candidates. Oh well, all is forgiven for a great garage sale.
I am presently sharing time with my "mother person" and she has been telling me that we are all once an adult and twice a child. At the great old age of 86, she is giving me lessons in being old. "Old people do things over and over again," "Old people rock to get up," "Old people don't worry," Old people become chidren again--the things which used to be easy take more time and some of them can't be done. But through this second childhood, old folks know what is important, are thankful for each new day, enjoy each moment, use lessons learned, teach lessons--thank God, I am now listening to these stories. OMG, how many of them did I miss when I was young. I heard them but they didn't have the significance they have now.
There was an old man on the cruise, with whom we ate breakfast one day, and he said "I hate old people." I thought that was hilarious, given his age. He told me that he wants to see old people dancing, laughing and enjoying--those who don't do that, are the people he hates. So, let's dance, laugh and enjoy!
Obamamania is everywhere. From the shopkeepers and vendors in foreign ports to the baggage handlers at the Fort Lauderdale airport. Everyone has something to say and everyone wants to share in the moment with a sense of pride. I guess those who did not share this, did not become a part of my world (in other words, few conservatives interact). I did go to a great garage sale with my friend in Miami--there was so much stuff and we bought a lot and got great deals. Afterwards, I found out that the home had one of the biggest signs for the Republican candidates. Oh well, all is forgiven for a great garage sale.
I am presently sharing time with my "mother person" and she has been telling me that we are all once an adult and twice a child. At the great old age of 86, she is giving me lessons in being old. "Old people do things over and over again," "Old people rock to get up," "Old people don't worry," Old people become chidren again--the things which used to be easy take more time and some of them can't be done. But through this second childhood, old folks know what is important, are thankful for each new day, enjoy each moment, use lessons learned, teach lessons--thank God, I am now listening to these stories. OMG, how many of them did I miss when I was young. I heard them but they didn't have the significance they have now.
There was an old man on the cruise, with whom we ate breakfast one day, and he said "I hate old people." I thought that was hilarious, given his age. He told me that he wants to see old people dancing, laughing and enjoying--those who don't do that, are the people he hates. So, let's dance, laugh and enjoy!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Panamania
This coined title represents not only the journey we are about to take tomorrow, but my extreme excitement about everything happening in America, both in my life and the world in general.
I appreciate my generous friends who have given me newspapers from all around the world. One friend, traveling in Europe, brought me newspapers from almost every city she visited (and I didn't even ask her). Another friend sent several newspapers from Maryland, Wisconsin and Birmingham. The Birmingham newspaper was quite interesting since that city was the center of the movement. The reflection from George Wallace's daughter was quite inspirational. It showed what a generational change is all about, although, according to many, her father became a changed man near the end of his life. This paper said Obama "cashed the check that King, others toiled for." It seemed quite real, coming from an Alabama paper.
MLK once said that cowardice asks, "Is it safe?" Expediency asks, "Is it politic?" Vanity asks, "Is it popular?" But conscience asks, "Is it right?"...When I saw that, I knew that I had chosen the right quote for my email signature.
I am excited to visit another part of the world in the coming two weeks--excited to see what "manias" exist among our international observers. I expect to find new hope, just as I am finding here. My hope is that those who think differently, will also find hope and let go of the negativity which had become a festering sore--i hope the balm will be healing for us all.
Oh my, what a great year to have begun my "freetirementmania," I can sit back, observe and enjoy.
I appreciate my generous friends who have given me newspapers from all around the world. One friend, traveling in Europe, brought me newspapers from almost every city she visited (and I didn't even ask her). Another friend sent several newspapers from Maryland, Wisconsin and Birmingham. The Birmingham newspaper was quite interesting since that city was the center of the movement. The reflection from George Wallace's daughter was quite inspirational. It showed what a generational change is all about, although, according to many, her father became a changed man near the end of his life. This paper said Obama "cashed the check that King, others toiled for." It seemed quite real, coming from an Alabama paper.
MLK once said that cowardice asks, "Is it safe?" Expediency asks, "Is it politic?" Vanity asks, "Is it popular?" But conscience asks, "Is it right?"...When I saw that, I knew that I had chosen the right quote for my email signature.
I am excited to visit another part of the world in the coming two weeks--excited to see what "manias" exist among our international observers. I expect to find new hope, just as I am finding here. My hope is that those who think differently, will also find hope and let go of the negativity which had become a festering sore--i hope the balm will be healing for us all.
Oh my, what a great year to have begun my "freetirementmania," I can sit back, observe and enjoy.
Friday, November 14, 2008
The Younguns
One of my young (44) former students calls me each morning to make sure I'm ok and don't need anything. You cannot imagine how that brightens my day--at least I know I won't be one of those people whose mail has stacked up for weeks and no one noticed. We usually have invigorating or humorous conversations each morning and we solve the problems of the world.
This morning we talked about something I thought I would share (with her encouragement). I was telling her how important I believe it is to make sure that my grandchildren understand the significance of the past two weeks. I am finding that many of those l8 years and under, are not fully aware of the sacrifices that were made for this momentous election possibility. She explained that her seventeen year old son, although excited about the election, thought that is just the way things are now-a-days. We both felt like he didn't actually understand what it took to get to this point. When I consider that it was only forty-eight years ago that Emmett Till was murdered in Mississippi, it makes the past few weeks even more remarkable.
We cannot afford to forget the past, as horrible as it may have been. Those struggles from the past are what strengthened and continues to strengthen us all, across all racial lines. It is our responsibility to keep the past alive in the minds of the younguns so that they know that nothing
comes without hard work, sacrifice, strong beliefs in what is right, and action from all of us to bring it all to fruition. So, today, find a youngun and have a conversation with him or her about the beauty and significance of January 20th. I sure will think about the past as I attend the South Carolina States Society Inaugural Ball--the place where the civil war began celebrating this historic event. WOW!
This morning we talked about something I thought I would share (with her encouragement). I was telling her how important I believe it is to make sure that my grandchildren understand the significance of the past two weeks. I am finding that many of those l8 years and under, are not fully aware of the sacrifices that were made for this momentous election possibility. She explained that her seventeen year old son, although excited about the election, thought that is just the way things are now-a-days. We both felt like he didn't actually understand what it took to get to this point. When I consider that it was only forty-eight years ago that Emmett Till was murdered in Mississippi, it makes the past few weeks even more remarkable.
We cannot afford to forget the past, as horrible as it may have been. Those struggles from the past are what strengthened and continues to strengthen us all, across all racial lines. It is our responsibility to keep the past alive in the minds of the younguns so that they know that nothing
comes without hard work, sacrifice, strong beliefs in what is right, and action from all of us to bring it all to fruition. So, today, find a youngun and have a conversation with him or her about the beauty and significance of January 20th. I sure will think about the past as I attend the South Carolina States Society Inaugural Ball--the place where the civil war began celebrating this historic event. WOW!
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
O'INAUGURATION
I can hardly contain myself as I await the inaugural events in Washington which I will share with my family including our grands. I am so excited to be able to share my grand children's reality. Their world will be so different--their reality, quite different from mine and even from their parents.
Today, I am especially excited because I have secured two tickets the the South Carolina State Society's Inaugural Ball the night before the inauguration--irony of ironies.
Today, I am especially excited because I have secured two tickets the the South Carolina State Society's Inaugural Ball the night before the inauguration--irony of ironies.
Eclectically Speaking
It occurred to me yesterday that "freetirement" offers me the opportunity to enjoy my new life by indulging my eclectic tastes.
Yesterday, for example, I began the day at my sewing machine, mending a few things at 5:30 a.m.
At seven thirty, I picked up"my old lady friends" for our, sometimes on Weds., trip "up the hill" (my euphemism for the casino). This continues to be an enlightening experience--since I don't play bingo, I enjoy people watching and watching television on their bingo monitors. It is a great exercise in lip-reading since there is no sound. It is also a "body language" learning tool.
In the evening I attended a "sports centered" banquet which honored a good friend, and her every sports metaphor known to man. I sat at a table with former colleagues and it was pleasant. My fear was that all of the conversation would be "school centered" and it wasn't.
What I noticed most at my table was the seemingly genuine excitement about the election. Even one of the speakers ended with "Yes We Can."The coffee served was probably the worst coffee I have ever seen in a public place. I complained (that's what freetired people do) but to no avail.
When I returned home I watched a show on PBS on the Monarchy, called "The Royal Family at Work"--I also watched the Country Music Awards at the same time, flipping back and forth. It was quite a contrast but both were equally enjoyable. Actually, the mere title "...at Work" was
quite amusing--is it really work when you are waited on hand and foot?
I am surprised at how many people are sharing these blogs. A friend in Alabama sent me a reflection from her right wing cousin on one of my "Happy Obama Won" blogs. It surpassed the
comments I wrote in "Surprise, but not Surprised." I don't mind listening to right wing mumbo jumbo these days because at least the power shift has changed. I am even listening to right wing radio again to listen to the excuses and negativity they still espouse. Oh Well, they lost! It's interesting to know what the "other side" thinks, even though the election is over.
O, America, the land of free speech.
Yesterday, for example, I began the day at my sewing machine, mending a few things at 5:30 a.m.
At seven thirty, I picked up"my old lady friends" for our, sometimes on Weds., trip "up the hill" (my euphemism for the casino). This continues to be an enlightening experience--since I don't play bingo, I enjoy people watching and watching television on their bingo monitors. It is a great exercise in lip-reading since there is no sound. It is also a "body language" learning tool.
In the evening I attended a "sports centered" banquet which honored a good friend, and her every sports metaphor known to man. I sat at a table with former colleagues and it was pleasant. My fear was that all of the conversation would be "school centered" and it wasn't.
What I noticed most at my table was the seemingly genuine excitement about the election. Even one of the speakers ended with "Yes We Can."The coffee served was probably the worst coffee I have ever seen in a public place. I complained (that's what freetired people do) but to no avail.
When I returned home I watched a show on PBS on the Monarchy, called "The Royal Family at Work"--I also watched the Country Music Awards at the same time, flipping back and forth. It was quite a contrast but both were equally enjoyable. Actually, the mere title "...at Work" was
quite amusing--is it really work when you are waited on hand and foot?
I am surprised at how many people are sharing these blogs. A friend in Alabama sent me a reflection from her right wing cousin on one of my "Happy Obama Won" blogs. It surpassed the
comments I wrote in "Surprise, but not Surprised." I don't mind listening to right wing mumbo jumbo these days because at least the power shift has changed. I am even listening to right wing radio again to listen to the excuses and negativity they still espouse. Oh Well, they lost! It's interesting to know what the "other side" thinks, even though the election is over.
O, America, the land of free speech.
Friday, November 7, 2008
A "We World" Once Again
The more I reflect upon the enormity of this week, the more I remember the past. I remember the times when we all cared about one another. I remember the times when neighborhoods were united and there were no garage doors to separate us. I remember front porches and playing in the street. I remember thinking more about others than about myself. That was the Peace Corps Mantra--others before self. We cared deeply and we showed it. It was the mantra I tried to bring to my work and to my association with those about whom I cared deeply, family and friends. That caring also extended to those whom I did not know well--it was done without expecting anything in return.
This is the world I see returning--this "Obama Girl" was thrilled that Americans did the right thing--they were not distracted by negativity and did what was right because it was right and for no other reason. It was not because he was Black, but because he was by far, the best person for the job.
Let us have high hopes--not just for the President-Elect, but for our country, our children, our grands, our nieces, nephews and cousins. This should be a time of high hopes for America.
It is time for all of us to "pull our pants up." That expression was one I heard on television--it represents hope that all of the "saggers" will now know that they have a reason to pull their pants up--they have a true role model who lets them know that they can be anything. There is no time for any more excuses. Barack Obama has transcended all of those excuses--it is the start of a new world order.
I am excited to be a part of the "We World" once again. The time of "Meism" has passed.
This is the world I see returning--this "Obama Girl" was thrilled that Americans did the right thing--they were not distracted by negativity and did what was right because it was right and for no other reason. It was not because he was Black, but because he was by far, the best person for the job.
Let us have high hopes--not just for the President-Elect, but for our country, our children, our grands, our nieces, nephews and cousins. This should be a time of high hopes for America.
It is time for all of us to "pull our pants up." That expression was one I heard on television--it represents hope that all of the "saggers" will now know that they have a reason to pull their pants up--they have a true role model who lets them know that they can be anything. There is no time for any more excuses. Barack Obama has transcended all of those excuses--it is the start of a new world order.
I am excited to be a part of the "We World" once again. The time of "Meism" has passed.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Rejoice! "America IS Beautiful"
I rejoice for the Lotties, Inez's, Lucilles, Worthys, Fannie Lous, Emmetts, the Little Rock Nine, the Freedom Riders, young people, old people, Hawaiians, Indonesians, Bahamians, Cubans, Black people, white people, the haves and the have nots.
I rejoice for MLK and JFK. I rejoice for hope, renewal and peace. I rejoice for those who believed and followed those beliefs.
I rejoice for the end of the "Bradley Syndrome." I rejoice for our daughters, grandsons, granddaughters and those great-grands, yet unborn.
I rejoice for those students I have taught who can now truly believe that they can be anything they want to be--they now know that those are not just empty words.
I rejoice that sports will take its rightful blast as just an option and not a destination.
I rejoice that I am here to see and enjoy the truest fruit of the civil rights movement. I rejoice that this southern black girl saw her home state turn blue.
I have believed from the beginning that "This One" would become "The One." This man, with a world view shaped by his life, will inspire a new generation. This man, a true representation of cross-culturalism, will restore hope. This man will bring change that will make America beautiful again.
I am thankful to God for this "crossing of the Red Sea."
America IS beautiful--I am happy to share this day with all of the people in my life. We now know that a new day is here.
I have already purchased my airline ticket (as soon as he won Pennsylvania)--I will be in Washington on January 20th--I don't care where, as long as I'm there.
OMG--thankfully, there will be no mooseburgers on the White House menu.
REJOICE!
I rejoice for MLK and JFK. I rejoice for hope, renewal and peace. I rejoice for those who believed and followed those beliefs.
I rejoice for the end of the "Bradley Syndrome." I rejoice for our daughters, grandsons, granddaughters and those great-grands, yet unborn.
I rejoice for those students I have taught who can now truly believe that they can be anything they want to be--they now know that those are not just empty words.
I rejoice that sports will take its rightful blast as just an option and not a destination.
I rejoice that I am here to see and enjoy the truest fruit of the civil rights movement. I rejoice that this southern black girl saw her home state turn blue.
I have believed from the beginning that "This One" would become "The One." This man, with a world view shaped by his life, will inspire a new generation. This man, a true representation of cross-culturalism, will restore hope. This man will bring change that will make America beautiful again.
I am thankful to God for this "crossing of the Red Sea."
America IS beautiful--I am happy to share this day with all of the people in my life. We now know that a new day is here.
I have already purchased my airline ticket (as soon as he won Pennsylvania)--I will be in Washington on January 20th--I don't care where, as long as I'm there.
OMG--thankfully, there will be no mooseburgers on the White House menu.
REJOICE!
Monday, November 3, 2008
O'Day
Today I celebrated my birthday by volunteering at the Obama Campaign Headquarters beginning at 6:00 a.m. I called people in Ohio until 10:15 when I had to fetch a friend from the airport. There was a young woman who arrived at the very same time, but could not wait because the calling lists were not ready. I told her that I was "freetired" and could wait and besides, it was my birthday gift to myself. OMG, it was her birthday too--she is 31 today. How ironic is that? We thought it must be an omen that Obama will truly be victorious (I know it's a stretch). We took a picture together in front on an Obama sign in the office. I have already sent this young lawyer the picture and she has already replied.
This morning's experience reminded me of all of us children of the 60's. I saw the same enthusiasm, the same hope, and the same feeling that we made a difference. These reasons make me believe that "Everything is going to be alright."
I was also impressed by the diversity of the volunteers--they were Black, White, Asian, young, old, men, women--all working for a single cause. It was invigorating and inspirational.
Today was an O'Day, my birthday, but tomorrow will be the REAL O'DAY.
This morning's experience reminded me of all of us children of the 60's. I saw the same enthusiasm, the same hope, and the same feeling that we made a difference. These reasons make me believe that "Everything is going to be alright."
I was also impressed by the diversity of the volunteers--they were Black, White, Asian, young, old, men, women--all working for a single cause. It was invigorating and inspirational.
Today was an O'Day, my birthday, but tomorrow will be the REAL O'DAY.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Get in Bed and Be Old
Cloris Leachman, the 82 year old Dancing with the Stars contestant, was on The View yesterday. She couldn't believe that she was up at 3:00 a.m. to participate in an interview--she giggled the entire time. She and her young partner "danced" and afterwards she asked for a chair. The hosts began to praise her for her enthusiasm and mentioned that she is a role model for others.
They told her that now that she has danced, she has inspired others and let them know that they can do whatever they want.
Her reply was "Just because he holds my legs up and spins me around does not mean that I can do it. My suggestion is just get in bed and be old."
We can get in bed and be old, but we certainly don't want to stay there. This stage does require a little rest, when needed, and I think that was Cloris' message.
They told her that now that she has danced, she has inspired others and let them know that they can do whatever they want.
Her reply was "Just because he holds my legs up and spins me around does not mean that I can do it. My suggestion is just get in bed and be old."
We can get in bed and be old, but we certainly don't want to stay there. This stage does require a little rest, when needed, and I think that was Cloris' message.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
What's on Your iPod?
This morning when I went for my walk (only a mile and a half) I was amused by the first song, "Azucar Negra,by Celia Cruz, a fabulous Cuban singer. I had never thought of the beauty of this expression, especially during these troubled times and anticipation of the joy to come. I then listened to John Kee, but moved on to the next song which was Luther Vandross singing "The Closer I Get to You." I was reminded of the joy Luther brought and remembering how happy I was when I went to see him twice (thanks Val). From Luther, my favorite hillbilly, Dolly Parton sang "I'll always love you."Her original version trumps Whitney's--much sweeter. The last song before I opened the garage door was "I Love to Praise Him," a nice ending to a beautiful morning walk.
If you lost your iPod, what would the finder think about you? If I lost mine, the finder would think that I have very eclectic tastes. I usually just listen to the same songs over and over, but this morning, I let the iPod shuffle the songs--I love the element of surprise because sometimes I forget what songs I actually have. I know that I have Brasilian, Cuban, R&B, Gospel, Country, Classical (especially "Ode to Joy" which was our wedding song), Hip Hop, sad songs,and happy songs--I imagine they all say something about me.
If you lost your iPod, what would the finder think about you? If I lost mine, the finder would think that I have very eclectic tastes. I usually just listen to the same songs over and over, but this morning, I let the iPod shuffle the songs--I love the element of surprise because sometimes I forget what songs I actually have. I know that I have Brasilian, Cuban, R&B, Gospel, Country, Classical (especially "Ode to Joy" which was our wedding song), Hip Hop, sad songs,and happy songs--I imagine they all say something about me.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Did it Take a Long Time to Get Old?
This was the question that Dennis the Menace asked Mr. Wilson in this morning's comic strip. It is amazing that some of the most profound questions are found in the oddest places. I don't think it takes a long time to get old because I can still remember so many things from early childhood, teenage years, young adulthood and every other phase of my life. Remembering is good--being able to remember is even better.
It doesn't take a long time to get old, but it takes a long time to BE old. Being old means thinking about what we can't do, thinking about aches and pains, being patronized, taking longer to do things, losing things and finding things we lost.
On the other hand, being old means complaining about everything, not caring about whether our shoes match, really knowing what we thought we knew when we were young, taking care of ourselves, exploring new avenues, learning something new every day, cherishing old true friends and not "sweating the small stuff."
BEING old means having wonderful daughters to tell me how to work my newest gadget, helping me find things I've lost, and checking up on us.
I love this long time it's taking to BE old. I want to take as much time as I can--it's fascinating.
It doesn't take a long time to get old, but it takes a long time to BE old. Being old means thinking about what we can't do, thinking about aches and pains, being patronized, taking longer to do things, losing things and finding things we lost.
On the other hand, being old means complaining about everything, not caring about whether our shoes match, really knowing what we thought we knew when we were young, taking care of ourselves, exploring new avenues, learning something new every day, cherishing old true friends and not "sweating the small stuff."
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BEING old means having wonderful daughters to tell me how to work my newest gadget, helping me find things I've lost, and checking up on us.
I love this long time it's taking to BE old. I want to take as much time as I can--it's fascinating.
Friday, October 24, 2008
techNOlogy
I consider myself a senior "techno," at times, but today I am ranting against technology. I have been searching, for the last few minutes, for a cord which syncs my phone to the computer. The purpose is to change my ringtone to one saved on the computer. I have decided, as I told the young lady at the phone store, that there should be a universal cord which will do everything. Even though one of my "old lady friends" told me that nothing is truly lost--it's someplace and will magically reappear, it still makes me crazy.
I have a cord for the computer, another for the phone (and that one has be be changed each time the phone is changed--a complete ripoff), another for my old palm pilot, one for the gps and then there are the endless chargers which add to the weight in your suitcase when you go somewhere. I know, why do I have all of this stuff ?(I forgot about the ipod charger--one for the computer and another electrical one)-- I have it because it really does simplify my life.
Technology is wonderful when it works and when you can locate the proper cords at the proper time. So, today, I emphasize the NO in the word.
I have a cord for the computer, another for the phone (and that one has be be changed each time the phone is changed--a complete ripoff), another for my old palm pilot, one for the gps and then there are the endless chargers which add to the weight in your suitcase when you go somewhere. I know, why do I have all of this stuff ?(I forgot about the ipod charger--one for the computer and another electrical one)-- I have it because it really does simplify my life.
Technology is wonderful when it works and when you can locate the proper cords at the proper time. So, today, I emphasize the NO in the word.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Surprises and Surprising
I watched Good Morning America and they are doing a segment on jobs which would suit the co-hosts. Today, it was Robin Roberts turn and she was well suited for a job as a lyricist. She worked with Indie Arie and thought she would write a song about morning since she works on an early morning show. The song she came up with was "I wonder how life will surprise me today."
Life surprises me every day and now I have the time to notice the surprises. Day before yesterday, the surprise was that radishes really can go from "seed to food," as I harvested the first fruit of my labor. Yesterday I was surprised that a host of "The View" wore a t shirt for "White Haired Dude" the entire show the day before. I wondered how I missed that and I remembered that I was not at home to watch. I tried to email the show, but was not able to send the email because I imagine everyone was trying to get through.
Today's surprise was that I received an email of Barack dancing with the "caribou killer" dressed as if they were contestants on "Dancing with the Stars." I had received the picture a few days before and was not bothered by that. Today's picture came with a quote "Sheriff Clark was right. Them coloreds is after our white women. Its a abomination." It was not from a friend of mine, but someone who, I imagine, took my email address from someone else's forward. I was incensed that I would even receive something with such a quote. Having known the reality of what happened (e.g. Secret Life of Bees movie, if you don't remember) to Black men who dared look at white women, I don't find humor in anything remotely related to that.
This political season is giving people a chance to show their true colors--whatever they may be. Some of those colors are hopeful and marks of the future. Other colors are too representative of the past and what people "really think." I know, as a southerner, who "Sheriff Clark" represents and to quote one of my friend's favorite lines "It ain't cute."
So, friends, at least learn to use bcc when you send emails, so that you may protect the integrity of your friend's email addresses.
That email was a surprise, but it was not surprising.
Life surprises me every day and now I have the time to notice the surprises. Day before yesterday, the surprise was that radishes really can go from "seed to food," as I harvested the first fruit of my labor. Yesterday I was surprised that a host of "The View" wore a t shirt for "White Haired Dude" the entire show the day before. I wondered how I missed that and I remembered that I was not at home to watch. I tried to email the show, but was not able to send the email because I imagine everyone was trying to get through.
Today's surprise was that I received an email of Barack dancing with the "caribou killer" dressed as if they were contestants on "Dancing with the Stars." I had received the picture a few days before and was not bothered by that. Today's picture came with a quote "Sheriff Clark was right. Them coloreds is after our white women. Its a abomination." It was not from a friend of mine, but someone who, I imagine, took my email address from someone else's forward. I was incensed that I would even receive something with such a quote. Having known the reality of what happened (e.g. Secret Life of Bees movie, if you don't remember) to Black men who dared look at white women, I don't find humor in anything remotely related to that.
This political season is giving people a chance to show their true colors--whatever they may be. Some of those colors are hopeful and marks of the future. Other colors are too representative of the past and what people "really think." I know, as a southerner, who "Sheriff Clark" represents and to quote one of my friend's favorite lines "It ain't cute."
So, friends, at least learn to use bcc when you send emails, so that you may protect the integrity of your friend's email addresses.
That email was a surprise, but it was not surprising.
Monday, October 20, 2008
"A Transformational Figure"
Baseball fan that I am, I watched the Tampa Bay Rays beat the Boston Red Sox last night. The pitcher in the ninth inning was the most inexperienced person on the team. This group of young men beat the traditional, Fenway Park loving Sox. In my opinion, they represented the "Transformational figures" about whom Colin Powell spoke. Just as they prevailed, it comforts me to know that, in many areas of American life, the "torch is being passed to a new generation."
I have never been enamored with the Republican party. My great-grandmother had such disdain for anything Republican that I think it rubbed off on me. She was my political mentor--her political wisdom was incredible. I could never vote for a Republican, even if it were someone I liked as a person. I must, however, say that I was absolutely impressed with Colin Powell yesterday as he endorsed Barack Obama. Not only did he endorse him, but he gave reasons and did it with dignity, intelligence and style. He is brilliant enough to know that he has to do what is right, beyond party lines. He did a careful analysis and made his decision based upon that analysis. It made me feel so proud.
I noticed that the Republican pundit on MSNBC ( I refuse to call his name) suggested that Colin Powell only endorsed him because he was Black. Gawd, how many times have Blacks had a racial choice in a presidential race. We have always voted for White candidates and never said to ourselves, OMG, I can't vote for him because he's white. Why, then, would race enter into this year's election.
This election is a racial litmus test. I am confident that when people enter the voting both they will do privately what they have said publicly. I do not believe, as others do, that those who have claimed to be for Obama, will change their minds when they get in the booth. I am counting on this new generation to bring about this transformation. It reminds me of the Kennedy election--as a young 60's person, I believed, hoped, worked for a new world order. I am looking forward to seeing the actualization of this new world order.
If the Tampa Bay Rays could do it, then I know that Obama can do it. I am excited beyond belief. What a great birthday present it will be!
I have never been enamored with the Republican party. My great-grandmother had such disdain for anything Republican that I think it rubbed off on me. She was my political mentor--her political wisdom was incredible. I could never vote for a Republican, even if it were someone I liked as a person. I must, however, say that I was absolutely impressed with Colin Powell yesterday as he endorsed Barack Obama. Not only did he endorse him, but he gave reasons and did it with dignity, intelligence and style. He is brilliant enough to know that he has to do what is right, beyond party lines. He did a careful analysis and made his decision based upon that analysis. It made me feel so proud.
I noticed that the Republican pundit on MSNBC ( I refuse to call his name) suggested that Colin Powell only endorsed him because he was Black. Gawd, how many times have Blacks had a racial choice in a presidential race. We have always voted for White candidates and never said to ourselves, OMG, I can't vote for him because he's white. Why, then, would race enter into this year's election.
This election is a racial litmus test. I am confident that when people enter the voting both they will do privately what they have said publicly. I do not believe, as others do, that those who have claimed to be for Obama, will change their minds when they get in the booth. I am counting on this new generation to bring about this transformation. It reminds me of the Kennedy election--as a young 60's person, I believed, hoped, worked for a new world order. I am looking forward to seeing the actualization of this new world order.
If the Tampa Bay Rays could do it, then I know that Obama can do it. I am excited beyond belief. What a great birthday present it will be!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
"Is Our Children Learning?"
I saw two movies in the past two days. The first was "Secret Life of Bees," and the second, "W."
In the latter, W, as he talked about education asked the question "Is Our Children Learning?"
This reminded me that not only should we be concerned about what our children learn, but we should be concerned about who is teaching them. How can "W" be a role model for anyone when he has no command of the language. I know many people in my early life with no command of the language, but the wisdom they had more than made up for that. W does not have that same wisdom, and certainly had, what many would think, a better "education" than most.
On the other hand, in "Secret Life,"the question did not have to be asked (and if it were asked, I am sure it would have been asked properly) because it was quite evident what lessons were being taught. Although I enjoyed the "bees" in the book, I saw the value of the emphasis on the civil rights issues which were also highlighted in the movie. Young people need the reminder of what it was like in l964. They need to see a black woman beaten for daring to vote. They need to see a young black man beaten for doing what he thought was right. Conversely, they need to see strong black women, owning their own business and, although different, loving one another.
Everyone needs to be reminded that, especially in the south, the bonds between blacks and whites were, in many ways, stronger than bonds in other parts of the country. Although these bonds did not come from seeing each other as equals, it did allow blacks and whites to know one another. Perhaps, only southerners, both black and white, actually understand that relationship.
When I saw "Secret Life." I did not have to ask "Is Our Children Learning," but when I saw W, I had to ask myself "Are W learning?"
In the latter, W, as he talked about education asked the question "Is Our Children Learning?"
This reminded me that not only should we be concerned about what our children learn, but we should be concerned about who is teaching them. How can "W" be a role model for anyone when he has no command of the language. I know many people in my early life with no command of the language, but the wisdom they had more than made up for that. W does not have that same wisdom, and certainly had, what many would think, a better "education" than most.
On the other hand, in "Secret Life,"the question did not have to be asked (and if it were asked, I am sure it would have been asked properly) because it was quite evident what lessons were being taught. Although I enjoyed the "bees" in the book, I saw the value of the emphasis on the civil rights issues which were also highlighted in the movie. Young people need the reminder of what it was like in l964. They need to see a black woman beaten for daring to vote. They need to see a young black man beaten for doing what he thought was right. Conversely, they need to see strong black women, owning their own business and, although different, loving one another.
Everyone needs to be reminded that, especially in the south, the bonds between blacks and whites were, in many ways, stronger than bonds in other parts of the country. Although these bonds did not come from seeing each other as equals, it did allow blacks and whites to know one another. Perhaps, only southerners, both black and white, actually understand that relationship.
When I saw "Secret Life." I did not have to ask "Is Our Children Learning," but when I saw W, I had to ask myself "Are W learning?"
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
On Doing Nothing
Last week I saw a marvelous cartoon in the newspaper. The daughter asked her father "What are you going to do today?" He replied "Nothing." She said "I thought that was what you did yesterday?" He said "I know, but I didn't finish."
I am finding that it takes quite a bit of time to do nothing. My "nothings" are just as exciting as my "somethings." As a matter of fact, my "nothings" have become my "somethings." "Nothings" are free "somethings." You don't have to schedule them, you don't have to account for them, they are spontaneous, joyful and new. They require as much thinking time as "somethings" require.
Nothings include no setting of alarm clocks, no necessary gas runs, and looking forward to week days rather than week-ends. My nothings are things I never thought about doing when I was too busy worrying about "somethings." "Nothings" are about me, my gardening, starting Christmas decorations in October (yes, before Halloween), blogging, walking, eating well, paying attention to what I eat, re-connecting with old friends, still waking up early,( but knowing that I don't have to wake up then), watching television late, and keeping a notebook of the "nothings" I want to do each day.
I don't think I will ever finish doing "nothing." It's great.
I am finding that it takes quite a bit of time to do nothing. My "nothings" are just as exciting as my "somethings." As a matter of fact, my "nothings" have become my "somethings." "Nothings" are free "somethings." You don't have to schedule them, you don't have to account for them, they are spontaneous, joyful and new. They require as much thinking time as "somethings" require.
Nothings include no setting of alarm clocks, no necessary gas runs, and looking forward to week days rather than week-ends. My nothings are things I never thought about doing when I was too busy worrying about "somethings." "Nothings" are about me, my gardening, starting Christmas decorations in October (yes, before Halloween), blogging, walking, eating well, paying attention to what I eat, re-connecting with old friends, still waking up early,( but knowing that I don't have to wake up then), watching television late, and keeping a notebook of the "nothings" I want to do each day.
I don't think I will ever finish doing "nothing." It's great.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
"That One?"
OMG, Who does the "white haired dude" think he is? It is disgusting to have to listen to his level of disrespect and once again, the level of entitlement he feels. When a person is not referred to by name, the speaker is trying to turn him into a marginalized person. The WHD knew exactly what he was doing--he did not say that by accident. He is so "old school" and out of touch. He reminds me of all of the WHD's I used to see on airplanes as I traveled outside of the USA. In those days, most of the overseas government workers were WHD's. Get over it WHD's, you time has come and gone--all of that power must now be shared.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
O'Vote
I excitedly voted today at the Registrar of Voters office which is located very close to where I take my yoga class. I was surprised by the number of people there (the second day of early voting)--the workers decked out in red, white, and blue, and lots of early voters, young and old. Actually, I wanted to take my picture with my phone--I asked as I was getting my ballot, if that were possible. They told me that no cameras are allowed in the voting areas (I learned something new). I was feeling such a sense of historical significance that I wanted to have a memento. I guess I will just keep my" I voted" slip from the top of the ballot. I usually vote absentee, but this time I wanted to actually go into the booth and cast my vote. I had written out everything so I would not make a mistake on the propositions. I am still extremely hopeful about the outcome of this election. I am anxious to see the direction this country will take in November. The election is the day after my birthday--I am hoping that it will represent the best birthday present ever.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
"I've Got a Bracelet Too"
Last night as I watched the debate in our $5.00 a night room at the Sheraton on Harbor Island (more about that later), one statement intrigued me. It was Barack Obama's response to the other candidate's rant about the bracelet he had been given. Barack replied "I've got a bracelet too."
That "bracelet" represented to the other candidate, a sense of entitlement--only he was worthy of having received a bracelet. That "bracelet" has been kept away from many in this society because of the tight rein others have held on it. In Tyler Perry's latest movie, Mr. Cartright Jr. received a "bracelet" even though he wasn't very bright. The "mooseburger eater" also has been given a bracelet even though she just received a passport last year and thinks that living near Canada and Russia give her great international insight. All of the "bracelet wearers" of the past, must now understand that "We all have bracelets too." Let us rejoice in our "bracelet wearing!"
The local evening news advertised a special rate at the hotel this past Monday. I ignored it, but was surprised to see it on the early morning news Tuesday. I called and was told a room was available. I then emailed several friends--two booked immediately and one told another friend
and she booked as well. It was a fabulous room with a view--larger than most rooms for which we have paid much, much more. Our total bill (including $20.00) for overnight parking was $25.63. Soooo--seize the moment--you sometimes have to trust that a good deal really is a good deal.
That "bracelet" represented to the other candidate, a sense of entitlement--only he was worthy of having received a bracelet. That "bracelet" has been kept away from many in this society because of the tight rein others have held on it. In Tyler Perry's latest movie, Mr. Cartright Jr. received a "bracelet" even though he wasn't very bright. The "mooseburger eater" also has been given a bracelet even though she just received a passport last year and thinks that living near Canada and Russia give her great international insight. All of the "bracelet wearers" of the past, must now understand that "We all have bracelets too." Let us rejoice in our "bracelet wearing!"
The local evening news advertised a special rate at the hotel this past Monday. I ignored it, but was surprised to see it on the early morning news Tuesday. I called and was told a room was available. I then emailed several friends--two booked immediately and one told another friend
and she booked as well. It was a fabulous room with a view--larger than most rooms for which we have paid much, much more. Our total bill (including $20.00) for overnight parking was $25.63. Soooo--seize the moment--you sometimes have to trust that a good deal really is a good deal.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
CASENIORS
This unusual title refers to Seniors at the Casino. I went with two friends to the casino yesterday and it was a great learning experience. I picked them up on opposite sides of town and we arrived at 9 a.m. It was the earliest I have been in my car since last fall. The entire place looked like a Senior Day Camp. People seemed to know one another and I was convinced that it was not about the gambling, but about the camaraderie. They played bingo, slots, and a very few were at the table games. The lines for the complimentary continental breakfasts were very long. The coffee, tea and soft drinks were complimentary throughout the entire place. Many "regulars" had coupons for free breakfast or free lunch. At first, I thought, who will still be here for lunch?--little did I know about early morning Caseniors.
There was a slot machine section set aside for those in wheelchairs--it was filled. there was a non-smoking bingo parlor, and one for smokers. There were television screens on the automated bingo screens. The days of daubers and paper are almost past. The screens required very little monitoring--the numbers are automatically placed on the scream at the sound of the caller's voice. You are simultaneously able to talk to your neighbor, play bingo, and eat .
I thought we would be there for a short time--after two sessions of bingo, we did not leave until after 2:00. I am convinced that some adult children drop off their parents and pick them up after work--it is probably cheaper than senior day care.
I played a few games of blackjack because i am a card player. My goal is to never spend any more than I would for dinner, and I should at least come home happy because the investment was small. Successful to me is being able to buy gas with my bounty--I was able to do that.
I am looking at the Casenior day in a new light--the crowd is quite different from the night time crew. I saw four people I knew, two of them from church :-).
Senior time is indeed the time to do what you want, when you want, and where you want.
There was a slot machine section set aside for those in wheelchairs--it was filled. there was a non-smoking bingo parlor, and one for smokers. There were television screens on the automated bingo screens. The days of daubers and paper are almost past. The screens required very little monitoring--the numbers are automatically placed on the scream at the sound of the caller's voice. You are simultaneously able to talk to your neighbor, play bingo, and eat .
I thought we would be there for a short time--after two sessions of bingo, we did not leave until after 2:00. I am convinced that some adult children drop off their parents and pick them up after work--it is probably cheaper than senior day care.
I played a few games of blackjack because i am a card player. My goal is to never spend any more than I would for dinner, and I should at least come home happy because the investment was small. Successful to me is being able to buy gas with my bounty--I was able to do that.
I am looking at the Casenior day in a new light--the crowd is quite different from the night time crew. I saw four people I knew, two of them from church :-).
Senior time is indeed the time to do what you want, when you want, and where you want.
Monday, September 15, 2008
I Hope You Dance: My Freetirement Song
The last week of school, as the seniors were giving their "moment in the sun" speeches, one student asked if she could play a song on the computer--it was a song her dad played for her whenever she began a new era in her life--middle school, high school, graduation. The song was Lee Ann Womacks's "I Hope You Dance." It was the song the students used when they had a celebration at school for my fretirement--it was the background music to the video presentation. I asked that it be sung at the freetirement gala, but the singer wanted to sing another song (which was fine).
Then----I went to see Tyler Perry's "The Family That Preys Together" and to my surprise, the song was featured in the movie. I was ecstatic, because I knew the power of that song. I came home so elated that my dear husband recorded the song by three different artists for me. Then last night he brought me the words to the song (I was already in bed). I want to share these words with you (if you can find the music, you will be thrilled). (I am a closet country music lover because of the great stories).
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
Hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin'
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Dance I hope you dance
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone
I hope you dance
Hope you dance
Then----I went to see Tyler Perry's "The Family That Preys Together" and to my surprise, the song was featured in the movie. I was ecstatic, because I knew the power of that song. I came home so elated that my dear husband recorded the song by three different artists for me. Then last night he brought me the words to the song (I was already in bed). I want to share these words with you (if you can find the music, you will be thrilled). (I am a closet country music lover because of the great stories).
I Hope You Dance
by Lee Ann Womack
I hope you never lose your sense of wonderby Lee Ann Womack
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
Hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin'
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Dance I hope you dance
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone
I hope you dance
Hope you dance
O'Thoughts on The Election
I am getting more and more irritated with the state of affairs in America. I cannot believe that people are really becoming enamored with a caribou killing mooseburger eating woman and a 72 year old man who is giving "old age" a bad name.. It is time for America to show its true colors--I don't want to hear any more talk about which "ism" will make or break this election. I am still optimistic enough to believe that the candidate most qualified will succeed. I am optimistic enough to believe that the "true colors" of America will not have been "colored." I know people who are going to leave the country if the election results don't suit them. I know others who will "drop out" and garden and refuse to engage in political activity. It is time to do all we can for the clear choice--the smart one, the polite one, the one epitomizing real family values. I can barely stand to see the moose eater on television--it's surreal--I shudder to think of what the fallout would have been if it had been Obama's daughter pregnant and unmarried. We all know what it would have been--we would have heard statistics on black baby mamas and black baby daddies--we would have heard about the sad states of the black family--Oh, America.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
New Growth
Growing things has not been my forte, although when I think of it, I have grown many things, but not in the traditional way. Hopefully, I have grown minds and values, and have gotten my hands dirty doing it. Now I am literally getting my hands dirty by planting my begonias, gardenias, impatiens, winter vegetables, and other winter plants. I am learning that gardening is another one of those metaphors for life. We plant, we nurture, we watch the growth, we harvest. I'm sure that I will get back to this--my new growth.
Friendship Song
Someone gave me an article some time ago about the song "Let's just kiss and say goodbye." I don't know why I was given this article, I thought her intent was to give me something which related to the class I was teaching that night. When I read it when I got home, I realized that the song had a new meaning. One of the secrets and joys of life is knowing when to "kiss and say goodbye." Some things are for a season, others for a lifetime--the trick is knowing what/who to keep and what/who to let go. We need nothing which aggravates, irritates, or in any way is contrary to our core beliefs. Friends are wonderful--true friends, even more wonderful. Two Years, Ten Years, Thirty Years, Forty Years--all meaningful, all teachers, all worthwhile in some regard. I am thankful for those kept and those unkept.
Still
One thing I learned today is that whatever I used to be is what I still am. As a freetired person, I cannot be identified as "I used to be what I was." I am still, today, whatever I was, and will be whatever I will be. It is very freeing to know that everything is exciting when I don't have to do it. There is great joy in freedom--I am realizing that joy at this stage of my life. Joy comes in all kinds of ways--joy of work and the joy of free time. So, I am STILL.
Friday, July 25, 2008
The Dark Knight
I went to see the latest Batman movie today and loved it although it was long. When I complained to my grandson that all of the Batman movies were very dark, he informed me that Batman only works at night because he is "batlike." Duuuh, I had never even considered that. The joker was extremely dark--mean and devious--not like "Joker Jack." I liked the way he used his joker mask on otther people, including hostages--clever, even though it was not nice. I do believe that the joker will be academy award worthy. I love going to the first movie of the day--not many people there and the parking is great. I will really be able to do that more and more during my new adventures as a "freetired" person.
ComicCom is in town and although I've never been interested in it, I might try to get tickets next year for my video loving grandson--if I can remember to do that.
ComicCom is in town and although I've never been interested in it, I might try to get tickets next year for my video loving grandson--if I can remember to do that.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Freetirement
What a wonderful celebration on July 12th. A diverse group of people--all ages, ethnicities, points of view in the same room for the same purpose. I am looking forward to enjoying everything which comes with "freetirement." It will be wonderful to wake up and not have to necessarily plan what I intend to do. A little writing, a lot of exercise, a bit of traveling," grandmothering," "wifing," and being. What shall I do? Anything I want to do whenever I want to do it. It should reflect what I already know and what I intend to learn. My goal, as always, is to learn something new every day.
I want to be conscious of what I learn, what I do, and how I spend my time. It will take a little getting used to, but I expect the adapt and adjust as I do for most things. I await new adventures and more time with old adventures.
O'senior
I want to be conscious of what I learn, what I do, and how I spend my time. It will take a little getting used to, but I expect the adapt and adjust as I do for most things. I await new adventures and more time with old adventures.
O'senior
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