Tuesday evening we had another snowstorm. First it snowed, then it stopped. Then it came down freezing rain, and by Wednesday it was back to snow again. At the end of it we had a foot of snow. Everything was covered in a deep blanket of fluffy white stuff. We stayed home and caught up on email, had a late breakfast, and considered how to catch up on our cancelled meetings and appointments.
Then I started thinking. What do we do with our time? Where does it get us? What is important and what is not? Continue reading
We rang in the new year quietly with a mildly alcoholic drink and a movie. No late night parties for us or big celebrations in a bar or hotel ballroom. Maybe it’s because we’re not in our twenties anymore or just that we enjoy being at home with our canine friends. Whatever the reason, we were satisfied with our quiet evening at home. We are at the point where we didn’t even have to explain to each other why we spent our evening at home. Our priorities had changed. Continue reading
Those of you who have been following my blog know that I was in a car accident a few weeks ago. It’s actually more like four, but hey, who’s counting? The doctor says I had a concussion, even though I didn’t actually hit anything. Apparently my brains sloshed around inside my skull. I am much better now, but I still say and do things that are a bit off, and get really tired by about 5 PM. While I took the doctor’s guidance seriously, it’s been hard for me to do less, move less, and think less. I am not reading, except short news stories, and not exercising much. There are things I have to do: I have to water my plants, and answer emails, and keep up with projects and clients related to work. As for the rest of my normally productive, busy life, I’ve had to put it on hold. What happens when life slows down? Continue reading
There is an old adage that says absence makes the heart grow fonder. I was thinking about this recently because my husband is away for a while. When he travels he says that I don’t miss him, while he misses me. That isn’t exactly true. What happens is that I adjust to him being away, which in my book means that if I think too much about missing him I have a harder time during the separation. Continue reading
It’s been a week since my last blog post. I’m not quite sure why I’ve been so silent. Since the snowstorm I have been puttering around, catching up with friends and working on our taxes. And, kaboom, February! Before the ground hog comes out of of his hole tomorrow morning I wanted to get another post out.
I recently heard about a book that promised to change your life. It’s called “the life-changing magic of tidying up: the Japanese art of decluttering and organizing” by Marie Kondo. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I put my name on a list of over 100 waiting to read it at the library and a few days ago I received an email that a copy was available. Continue reading
I often wonder what I do every day. How is it that the weeks fly by? I talked about this in an earlier post, about what it means to lead a useful, productive life. A big part of this is connected to my at home work, otherwise known as the home office. I actually have a mostly dedicated room for my office. We have Continue reading
A few days ago I hit day sixty of my post-retirement life. A lot has happened in two months. I moved, left my career and friends in the DC area, got to know a new community and neighbors, and started working with a volunteer organization. I’ve kept busy and engaged with all kinds of tasks, but every once in a while I think about that prior life when my value came from my job title and the size of my office and the number of people I managed. What is my value now? Am I a success or a failure? Continue reading
I don’t like dandelions. I don’t like crabgrass either or other weeds, but my dislike for dandelions is extreme. For the past two weeks I have been outside every day with my forked tongue garden tool digging up the dandies. They yield willingly to me after a rain or in the early morning when the ground is soft. When the grass turns brown from lack of rain, the dandies thrive in spite of it, sticking out their dandelion tongues at me in defiance. See, they say, I will grow in any weather in any soil and Continue reading