Reflections
| People In The Airport Part of my entertainment while traveling from place to place is watching the people I encounter. The vacationers are in their new traveling clothes, often surrounded by squealing children with action figure carry-on bags. Excitement and anticipation fill their eyes. Groups of blue-haired women sporting new perms, freshly dyed hair, pastel colored jackets and comfortable shoes gab and giggle. (read more...) |
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Zachary's Birthday Dinner My grandson, Zachary, turned 12 last week. As is our tradition, we allowed him to select the restaurant for his celebration. As many 12 year olds do, he selected a place with loud music, poor acoustics, video game machines, fried everything and a wait-staff that was pretty close to his age. Ugh. No matter...being with Zach is the best part of the experience. (read more...) |
| I Make My Bed Everyday There's something about a "made bed" with clean sheets, a beautiful comforter and pillows that makes me feel good. The sight of a beautifully made bed reminds me of order and structure and control. In today's 24/7 information age and with little willpower to stop looking and listening, finding an object that gives me a sense of calm and order works. I wish I had the same sense of control about food...but I digress. (read more...) |
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Flowers I love flowers. Not sure why or when I discovered this. My earliest memory for this attraction was of picking yellow dandelions and putting them in a glass jar with water. My intent was to delight my mother by adorning the kitchen table. Unenthusiastically appreciative of this gesture, she didn't encourage or discourage a repeat of my effort. (read more...) |
| Feeling Sad And Barely Breathing In 2014, I lost a special friend, very suddenly. The intense sadness of that loss remains to this day. For a long time, my breathing was shallow and my chest ached constantly. I frequently reminded myself to breathe deeply and often. (read more...) |
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| My Mother's Face In The Mirror When I was a child, my brothers, sisters and I thought we had the prettiest mother in the neighborhood. When she dressed up, sprayed on her Avon perfume and applied her "Pink Cheer" lipstick, she looked like a movie star. I delighted in people telling me that I looked just like her. (read more...) |
| Tilting My Hat To The Side A few years ago, I began wearing hats...mostly in the winter. As I traveled around, I began to notice very competent looking women wearing hats as part of their everyday outer wear. These hats included everything from schoolboy caps and berets to fedoras with feathers. These women seemed to have one thing in common...confidence. (read more...) |
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