The email arrived on New Year’s Eve. A high school friend was terminally ill. The diagnosis was two short months earlier. The prognosis was bleak. She passed away the next day. It was a shock. Although now that we are in our early 60s and immortality is no longer a given, it is still unsettling… Continue reading A Bittersweet Reunion
I continue to tiptoe on the dating sites and right now I’m playing on Ourtime
If you grew up in the 1960s you might remember Pepe Le Pew, that amorous but smelly Looney Tunes skunk who was lovable but not really respected by his victims - I think mostly a cat? - who tried to avoid his passion, and yes, his odor.
I have an accountability buddy whom I have been talking with every week for the past 28 years. (Wow!). We review our lists of goals and plans and try to cross stuff off our lists but mostly we catch up on each others' lives.
About four years ago I started riding on the local trails again, and whenever I travel, I would try to find a place where I could ride. Some of my recent adventures were in Denali, Kauai and Ireland.
Hostility. Relief. Anger. Shouting. Joy. More anger. Smiles. Stunned disbelief. Deep breath. Protest rallies. Flags waving. An overwhelming sense of “What just happened?” or “Thank God!”
When I decided to start my blog, it was initially going to be a place for me to rant and rave and share about my heartache as my marriage crumbled. I thought perhaps other women could get value from my posts and maybe my little random nuggets of insights could help others. I went through a lot of soul searching and struggles and figured I was not alone in my journey.
Hey, fellow travelers! I mentioned in an earlier post that I was heading to the Southern States for a few weeks in October. As you know, my plans changed because of Hurricane Helene, so my three-week ramble was shortened to two weeks from Raleigh through the SC Coast down to Savannah.
One of my passions is travel. If I ever win the lottery, I won’t spend it on fast cars or mansions or designer clothes (well, maybe one outfit and a slightly bigger house and a car that is newer than my 17-year-old SUV) – just first class tickets on airplanes and a full itinerary without running up a credit card balance.
One day, one of our members said that she was going to attend “MindTravel” at the local beach and was anyone interested? Hmm…Mind Travel…? What is that? Meditation? Mental exercises? Slide shows of someone else’s vacation? Tasty mushrooms and an out of body experience?
Musings About Life 