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
Some of you may have noticed that the frequency of my posts has diminished lately. I was thinking about that yesterday and wondering why I wasn’t motivated to sit down and write. Then it hit me. I am smack dab in the middle of winter. Half is behind me, and half is ahead of me. Unfortunately, the better half has passed: the holidays, the New Year, two three-day weekends, and the anticipation of the first snow. The rest is just dreary, slushy, dirty, and monotonous waiting. I am in the midst of the winter doldrums. Continue reading
Groundhog Day: the day after
Car trouble, car travel, and getting stuck
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.
Twas the night before Christmas . . .
Twas the night before Christmas and in Marla’s house, we were busy preparing for a day that would not interest a mouse,
For we had no presents, no tinsel, no tree, just two grown up people in wait for a day that was free,
Our fridge was packed, our house nice and warm, as we hunkered down for a quiet day outside the norm,
No children were waiting, no brew was chilling, as we eagerly looked forward to a day that was thrilling,
When what on our lawn did we spy from the door but some deer, a grouse, squirrels, and wait . . . birds galore!
As darkness descended on our small village street we heard the sound of peace, joy, and a new day to meet.
So my virtual friends I send you a warm greeting, in hopes that one day we may be meeting,
And wishing you all a joyful weekend, filled with family, food, good cheer and old friends.
In a holiday frame of mind
It’s that time of year when we get together with family and friends. We go to parties and eat and drink too much, stay out too late, spend too much money and flit between a state of bliss and stress. We want to drift into that place where all we feel is sweetness and light. Inevitably we are sometimes disappointed. Our plans don’t come to fruition and our Continue reading
. . . and then you have no Internet!
Anyone who read my post from a few days ago knows that we recently lost our power. Ok, no biggie, it came back on about two hours later. I lit candles and we ate a cold dinner. We survived. It wasn’t like we were in some faraway land without power or running water. At the end of the day, it was a minor nuisance. Continue reading
Survivor’s guilt: am I good enough without a real job?
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
Weeds as a metaphor for life
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
Busyness, boredom, and the meaning of life
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday. I’m not at work and the days follow each other with nothing to distinguish them. Which days are better? The ones in which I get a lot done or the ones in which I relax and do not. What does it mean to get something done? Does it matter what I do each day? The short answer is that is does matter to me. In some parallel universe is another me watching what I am doing with my time, or more importantly, judging me for what I am not doing. So, being busy becomes “good” and doing nothing is not. Continue reading