I am a 75 year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
Y - after the storm
Ah! Dancing. I know there are people who don’t like to dance. However, I personally don’t know many of them. In fact, there is only one of my friends you’ll never find on the dance floor. Let me clarify that. SHE won’t be caught on the dance floor. Most of my female friends are like me. Play music and our feet are twitching. Most of my male friends, however, including my husband need to be dragged onto the dance floor for even the slowest dances, forget about anything with an upbeat.
Not One Bean On The Floor
I have written several stories about my childhood when my brother and I were in an organization called The Sea Cadets of America. To refresh, it was an organization run by adults but geared for children beginning with their ninth birthdays. How long you stayed in the organization was left to the decisions of the children and their parents. Most children didn’t stay past their sixteenth birthdays unless they planned on becoming part of the team of adults who ran the group.
How Can You Beat That
Being a divorced mother of two for more than a decade, I was used to cooking things that I could either make in a hurry or prepare and freeze to thaw the next day. I prepared many freezable meals on the weekends when I had more time. Being in that situation, I found it necessary to work one full time job and one part time. After working my full-time job, I had the time to hurry home, fix dinner to share with my sons, and then race back out to my part time job.
Speechless What’d you say? Our son, who lives three hours away from us had become ill and after one week in the hospital, was for the better part of a month, was bedridden. While his wife worked, his teenage daughter, when she wasn’t in school, took over the household chores. The thirteen-year-old grew up in a heartbeat.
In my circle of friends, there are those who are, what we call “party animals.” Not only do they enjoy attending parties, they thrive on hosting them. Very often, there is no reason for a get-together. However, we’ll get an email stating, “We’re having a few people over, join us!” After the notation for the date and time, there will be the usual: “Reply only if you’re not coming – but we’re hoping you will attend. It’ll be fun.”
Hi Yo Silver
My mom had this thing of listening to classical music on her small radio. I could be wrong, but I think that brown box had only two stations: classical and country. When dad was working, mom turned on the radio. More often than not, we listened to classical. It was her favorite.
I think everyone has a day or two like mine: can’t get a thing done for a variety of reasons. Yes, and I’ll be the first to admit it, I have days where I can sit at my computer and just stare at the blank screen having no energy to write even one word.
The Bleep-Bleep Email
While employed in a small firm as a receptionist, there were many times when I was bored to the point, I felt like taking a nap. Nope, not allowed. Well, of course, it’s not allowed! How would it look if someone came through the door looking for my boss? Hence, naps were not allowed. Neither was doing a crossword puzzle or reading a book. If we had no work, we had to invent it. Oh well, how to amuse myself and push my boredom aside? That was a huge question. Especially since I worked for an enormously strict lawyer. In the time I worked for him, I never once saw him in a good mood. Was it the job that always had him see foul days? Was it just his personality? No idea!