You know the day goes by pretty fast when I affix myself in front of my computer. I was going to wax all poetic about the flowers I’ve been photographing lately, but, my, it’s late in my day. Pretty soon the four amigos will start checking in on us as […]
Getting close to that time when our cats will have to work for their food.
The “R” bomb meaning retirement, resignation. Gee, those words really sound kind of depressing, like I’m resigning myself to retiring into oblivion. But that’s not how I see it. I might retreat further into my bubble when I retire, but my bubble needs some serious attention. I read recently that […]
I love the number thirteen. That and the fact that I got an extra hour’s sleep this weekend made me feel quite chippy on Sunday. Monday (today) starts week #13 in my countdown, so for once I actually looked forward to Monday. To a point anyway. This will no doubt […]
My husband and I used to walk the 12-mile loop, although for me anyway the last two miles were more hobbling than walking. These days neither of us can manage walking the 6-mile loop. Bad knees, bad back, less tolerance for heat and humidity. But we have bikes.
The choices we make and the importance of being mindful in those choices. Some might not seem like a good idea at first, but you can make it work.
Forest bathing is as important when you’re working from home as when you’re not. Maybe even more so.
I have an essay published in Crow’s Feet on Medium, where I write about my battle with my aging skin. No lotion, no potion can turn back time, it seems. You can read it here: https://medium.com/crows-feet/why-i-want-to-lose-my-battle-against-my-aging-skin-867f3a2ac070?source=friends_link&sk=65d56350a699d02cea9970c90e8db885 Soon after this post goes live, I’ll update my avatar … again.
The remote life is not so bad. Not as long as you have plenty of food, you’re not sick, none of your family are sick, your cats are healthy, and you’re able to work at home and maintain your income (alternatively, you could be retired like my husband in which […]
Whenever in a crisis, I always want to pare down, live a simpler life, stop trying to be some kind of social (media) butterfly. It’s how I cope. Remember, I’m an introvert.
