Happiness. It's relative.
To say, “I guess so,” sounds like I had no goals a year ago or that I’m so stuck in repetition that I can’t imagine life being different in a year. But, yeah, I guess so. I pictured more of the same. I like… Continue Reading “Picture This: The Same Only Next Year”
If my dad was asked this question, he’d say that he hoped people would say he was a good provider. But what he really wanted to hear was that ‘he was smart and good lookin.’ Say hey, good lookin’ – what ya got cookin’?How’s… Continue Reading “Smart and Good Lookin’”
Let’s see. My two favorite things to wear would probably be my hiking boots with a really thick pair of socks. Here is a current photo. In other news, there’s not much hiking in the woods going on around here. We are still living… Continue Reading “Hiking the Paths of Knee Camp”
Harriet Tubman, an enslaved person who escaped slavery and then helped seventy other people do the same – that’s who I’d want to meet. I’d sit on a chair on her porch and keep my quiet, wait for her to tell me what she… Continue Reading “She, Who Could Say How It Was”
Nope. I trust my judgment but not my instincts. My judgment feels like my rich uncle’s library, shelves of books to the high ceiling, a ladder on wheels to roll to the right section, brown leather chairs with lamps glowing yellow on cherrywood tables,… Continue Reading “The Bindings of Books”
I’m trying to remember what it means to be a kid at heart. I want it to mean to be free from worry. To be carefree. And I have memories of being carefree when I was a kid. Riding my blue bike down the… Continue Reading “Finding Places to be Happy”
I could live for a very long time on potatoes and butter. To me, potatoes constitute their own food group. This was true growing up when I’d call my mom at work to ask what to make for dinner and she would always respond,… Continue Reading “You Don’t Need Gravy if You Have Butter”
I’m thinking that a good neighbor is one who overlooks her neighbor tossing out empty cardboard box after empty cardboard box onto his side of the driveway because she knows that he and his partner are taking care of his mother who has dementia… Continue Reading “Overlooking the Piles of Cardboard”
I put off watering my garden on the south side of our house where it is sunny and the plants are always super happy but starting to look a bit dry, and then it rained. I put off mending the sweater that has been… Continue Reading “The List, Always The List”
If there’s no risk of failure, there’s no thrill in trying. It’s the risk of failure that makes accomplishment exhilarating. If Sir Edmund Hillary knew with absolute certainty that he could climb Mt. Everest, he’d have stayed in his hut drinking tea and smoking… Continue Reading “Aiming for the Lily Pads”
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