Friendgiving was a great success, we all had a good time and like every year, I promised myself that I would never eat that much again. Our new neighbors stopped by and we instantly liked them. They have a teenage son and we clicked right from the start. My accent makes people curious and the question, “Where are you from?” is always an icebreaker and often the start of an interesting conversation.
I am a morning person, love life and have no problem getting up. Over the years my motivation might have changed a little bit, but why wouldn’t I want to get up? Life itself drives me and the need to pee. 🙂
A good of friend of mine passed away recently. She was 95 1/2 years old and it wasn’t unexpected, but still death left a mark once again. I met her when she was in her late 80’s and fell instantly in love with the little, stubborn, old Lady, who became our neighbor.
Regardless if one prays or not, this prayer -written by an abbess- is a must read for all of us, who are getting older (and older).
Dear young one,
It’s me, your older –much older- self and that’s good news, because as of today, you will at least live to be 51. So stay in shape, you have a long road ahead of you.
Every season has been fun so far, I can honestly say I enjoyed them all. I just turned autumn and I like it. Yes, I am talking about my life, my life divided in seasons.
The daily prompt today is spot on, yes, I turned out pretty good. I made it. I am a middle aged lady with a wicked sense of humor…I am still alive and kicking’ and hopefully will do so, for many more years to come. Since I turned out so good, why in the name of whatever God, would I want to change anything about my childhood?
We don’t have children, so I might not be able to spread the joy in the same way, but I hope from the bottom of my heart, that I will be playing in the mud just for the fun of it…later on, when I will be an old Lady.
An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard.
I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.
He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.
Dust if you must,
but it might be better,
to paint a picture or write a letter,
to bake a cake or plant a seed,
to ponder the gap between want and need.