A universe and population that has evolved to understand that we're more alike than different. Fewer guns in that wiser universe. In my own personal DelSo planet, the boys to clean their bedrooms. A romantic love that inspires. If number four doesn't happen, Bradley Cooper would be an acceptable alternative.
Tag: musings
Gifts of the season
So far, it's been a particularly relaxed holiday season. I've been on my game - my freezer has 8 quarts of assorted homemade cookie dough ready to thaw and bake, the door has a wreath and the dining room a decorated tree. The last of the Christmas cards went in the mail 3 days ago … Continue reading Gifts of the season
Down a stud. Again.
For my 18th birthday I received my first pair of diamond earrings. They were a gift from my boyfriend, (his father was a jeweler), and the .25 carat stones were considered "perfect." I loved those earrings years longer than I loved that boyfriend. 4 or 5 years after I was given those studs, I lost … Continue reading Down a stud. Again.
12/13/14
Yesterday's date was remarkable because it was the last time in our lifetime, barring some crazy medical advances, that we will see a consecutive numbers date. What begin with 1/2/3 is now over for the current century. Pretty momentous, don't you think? I've learned there are occasions which demand recognition for various reasons - holidays, … Continue reading 12/13/14
Thoughts on Thanksgiving
I'm afraid of the impression we're making, we Americans, as I browse my favorite dirty little secret website, the Daily Mail UK, and read the post titles about America's Thanksgiving holiday. Titles with words like shopping and bargains and outrage. Sigh. This is what we're telling the world that we're about? This is how we … Continue reading Thoughts on Thanksgiving
All these lines on my face getting clearer
Sometimes I feel like my face is a science experiment. It seems like in the last couple of years my cumulative years of living have really started to display themselves - on my face. There are new creases and wrinkles, evidence of the passage of time and, most especially, of living. I have mixed feelings … Continue reading All these lines on my face getting clearer
The song road remains the same
When I think back to my teen years two things stand out distinctly – and I’m not talking about sex and cheap beer. No, in the small town where I grew up, a place with limited transportation options and even fewer entertainment opportunities, cruising (or walking) around listening to the radio (or cassettes) was our … Continue reading The song road remains the same
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