Aloha. As with many individuals there is a bucket list in my head of places I would love to visit. The U.S. east coast - the original colonies to be exact, or anywhere Benjamin Franklin and John Adams were present. High on my list is Scotland, Ireland, pretty much anywhere off the beaten path in the U.K, Italy (to trace family roots), wonders of the world (or even better, remote archaeological sites). However, many of the places that I wish I could visit would only be accessible through time travel; regardless, they remain on my list. Some, like New York City, I'd only wish to travel back maybe ten years, London, England, only 4 or 5 years back. And, definitely present day Canada - suggestions?
Some dream destinations would find me decades back in time, and here's why. Some of my favorite writers have written memoirs that made me long to be their companions after reading about their adventures and life experiences. If wishes were granted, I'd wish to accompany Russell Baker through his life's journey... even during the rough times right through to the time that he found himself along the procession path after leaving his apartment on his way to cover Queen Elizabeth II's coronation at Westminster Abbey. Same wish with Roald Dahl, especially during the time he tells about his journeys in Going Solo, living in an African jungle, flying fighter jets for British Royal Air Force, but then Going Together would be a stupid title.
I'd love to visit locations where Jane Austen's novels are set... a huge jump back in time. The most far fetched places I'd love to travel would be J.K. Rowling's, Hogwarts; the entire world of Harry Potter, actually. That would be pretty great... scary as all get out, but pretty damn great. But of course this is nothing more than mere fantasy. After discovering Marjorie Holmes's christian novels, Two From Galilee, Three From Galilee, and The Messiah, I wanted to be part of Mary or Joseph's family. Of course, not only time travel would be necessary in this case, because I'd have to let my imagination open up to certain possibilities. These individuals actually existed, they lived their lives like everyone else did in that land, during those times, but passed down stories give other accounts, which I would only consider if I was actually there... maybe. Strong maybe.
In reality, I've lived places I never imagined living. Some places I've loved and would move back to in a heartbeat. Does anyone ever really want to visit just north of Houston, Texas, specifically? Before moving there I had never stepped foot in Texas. I loved it. Denver, Colorado is a nice place to visit, and at one point in my 20's I mulled over in my head the thought of living there. Did I think it would actually happen? Not in a million years. When would I most love to be there again, if not forever? From Halloween through my birthday in late January... of a very snowy winter. Specifically, just south of Denver.
Now here's the kicker. Most people I've met, whom upon learning that I lived on a Hawaiian island, ask how great that must have been; how much they've always wanted to travel there, or how much they love vacationing there. All I can say to that is, it's a nice place to visit, but... It was an experience, and for me it was more about the people who made it tolerable, and the few who made my family and me feel accepted. We weren't guest to the island which charts only one town on a map, we arrived to take something that was rightfully theirs. It was a tiny island, and when mainlanders moved there, it meant there would be a job taken from a population of 2,500 people. The irony about my husband and I actually living there is that early in our dating period, I had asked if Hawaii was on his list of potential honeymoon destinations if he were ever to get married. His answer, a flat out, "No, not a chance." That put him in my "he's a keeper" file. Well then, there you go. Funny how life works out sometimes. A home building industry position finally opened up when there weren't many to be had, and my husband had already been out of work for several months as a result of housing market collapse. That's how we found ourselves on a Hawaiian island.
I have different feelings about Hawaii today. At one time it was on my, "No thanks. I'll pass." list. But today, if we could afford it, I'd be there in a heartbeat. Even better, if I'd won an all expense paid, month-long family trip to the island of Lanai, Hawaii; specifically at the Lodge at Koele (exquisitely lush surroundings, beautiful suites, and the finest dining) - with ferry, hotel, vehicle and dining accommodations in Lahaina, Maui included (occasional excursions to Maui were a godsend), come summer, I'd be there in, well, a heartbeat.
Aloha!
Friday, November 7, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Drawing A Blank
Thinking, thinking. Yes, I'm pretty sure how I became familiar with the term, blogging, was while reading Julie Powell's memoir, Julie & Julia. I loved that book. But, I never put into context the idea that anybody could write a blog about anything they desired. I didn't get the gist of that whole concept until I saw the movie. I loved the movie too... come on, Nora Ephron, people! (I adore Nora Ephron. God, I miss her.) I viewed blogging, from Julie's example, as sort of a journal-keeping type of exercise... with food. I found it similar to a book that I've kept at hand since receiving it as a gift from a friend back in the late 90s. That book is, Simple Abundance: A Day Book of Comfort and Joy, by Sarah Ban Breathnach. I love this book too. I loved Sarah's daily words of encouragement. The book is within reach as I type this post. See...
So with these two examples to draw from, coupled with my fondness of writing, I thought, "Hmm, maybe I should start a blog." So I did. I started several blogs. Turns out they're all the same,.. but with different titles. Anyway, sometime during those early blogstorming days, I discovered humor bloggers. Oh, and that caught my attention. I went on a binge... that lasted, well, what time is it? I wanted to try my hand at that. After all, I had read Phil Rosenthal's, You're Lucky You're Funny memoir and my thinking became, "Working in a writer's room sounds like the best job ever. I'd love to do comedy. I had even been toying with idea of trying stand-up. There was a comedy club not far from our home that had "newbie nights" a couple of times a month. I wanted to do that, but never found the courage. So, then I started thinking, "Maybe I can be a humor writer," I like funny. Problem: I am not funny. You know what's funny? I LOVE comedy. I live for "the funny." If you asked me what I'm expert at, I'd say, laughing; my profession? I'm a lover of laughter. I'm just not funny. So, I resigned myself to the fact that I'd have to get my funny fix from other writers; I'm so glad there are so many of them.
Today, it is no surprise how difficult it's been to even come up with a title for this post. For starters, I realize most visitors to A How-To Guide show up to read my posts only to be disappointed. They arrive to discover that there is nothing here to learn. Ah, but maybe there is. I like to imagine my blog posts are serving a purpose. What purpose is that? Well, I'm convinced it is held up as an example of how not to blog. This amuses me to no end for some weird reason. Hear me out. Class begins. Handouts lined with samples of my blog. Students - I'm thinking third graders - instructed to make corrections. Yeah, a bunch of grammar school kids are editing my stuff. Ha!
Another scenario that I imagine when analytics reveal readers from other parts of the world have checked out my blog is that it's contents have been used to teach English. An instructor might say, "Please, translate." If that's the case I'd like all English learners and grade school children to read my blog, make corrections, and suggest how I could improve my writing. I guess I should ask them to provide ideas about what to write too. Hmmm... wait, it's my blog. Right?
So with these two examples to draw from, coupled with my fondness of writing, I thought, "Hmm, maybe I should start a blog." So I did. I started several blogs. Turns out they're all the same,.. but with different titles. Anyway, sometime during those early blogstorming days, I discovered humor bloggers. Oh, and that caught my attention. I went on a binge... that lasted, well, what time is it? I wanted to try my hand at that. After all, I had read Phil Rosenthal's, You're Lucky You're Funny memoir and my thinking became, "Working in a writer's room sounds like the best job ever. I'd love to do comedy. I had even been toying with idea of trying stand-up. There was a comedy club not far from our home that had "newbie nights" a couple of times a month. I wanted to do that, but never found the courage. So, then I started thinking, "Maybe I can be a humor writer," I like funny. Problem: I am not funny. You know what's funny? I LOVE comedy. I live for "the funny." If you asked me what I'm expert at, I'd say, laughing; my profession? I'm a lover of laughter. I'm just not funny. So, I resigned myself to the fact that I'd have to get my funny fix from other writers; I'm so glad there are so many of them.
Today, it is no surprise how difficult it's been to even come up with a title for this post. For starters, I realize most visitors to A How-To Guide show up to read my posts only to be disappointed. They arrive to discover that there is nothing here to learn. Ah, but maybe there is. I like to imagine my blog posts are serving a purpose. What purpose is that? Well, I'm convinced it is held up as an example of how not to blog. This amuses me to no end for some weird reason. Hear me out. Class begins. Handouts lined with samples of my blog. Students - I'm thinking third graders - instructed to make corrections. Yeah, a bunch of grammar school kids are editing my stuff. Ha!
Another scenario that I imagine when analytics reveal readers from other parts of the world have checked out my blog is that it's contents have been used to teach English. An instructor might say, "Please, translate." If that's the case I'd like all English learners and grade school children to read my blog, make corrections, and suggest how I could improve my writing. I guess I should ask them to provide ideas about what to write too. Hmmm... wait, it's my blog. Right?
So then, why do I write? Why this blog? Why this title?
I started my first blog in 2009. It was just going to be in newsletter form; something to keep family and friends up to date on my family's goings on since we lived so far away from them. It was where I'd post my kids school progress and accomplishments to share with their grandparents. Problem was that nobody had a clue what a blog was, and no one was willing to even click on links that I'd post to Facebook. Their reason for not opening my posts, "I don't want to risk my computer getting a virus." "You never know what is in these links." But here's the thing,.. they were sharing tons of personal stuff screwing around on Facebook! They didn't get it. So I stopped posting my stuff to Facebook. I did keep at blogging though. I started this blog in the midst of life altering events. I thought I'd share glimpses - very personal insights - of my family's plight. I had a tiny audience... for a tiny period of time. I needed my blog. I needed an outlet; A How-To Guide provided that.
Secret: I've always wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a teacher. Problem. Unlike most writers, I never seriously studies language arts. I barely made it through high school. Long story short, I had to make up 3 semesters during senior year. Independent study program got me thisclose to fulfilling graduation requirements. I went to community college here and there after graduating. Long story II; short, stuff happened. So I have no degrees, no certificates of completion, no anything. As I've mentioned in previous posts, since turning 50, I'm looking to reimagine my life. Anybody want to help me out with this? Anybody?
What was this post supposed to be about?
Secret: I've always wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a teacher. Problem. Unlike most writers, I never seriously studies language arts. I barely made it through high school. Long story short, I had to make up 3 semesters during senior year. Independent study program got me thisclose to fulfilling graduation requirements. I went to community college here and there after graduating. Long story II; short, stuff happened. So I have no degrees, no certificates of completion, no anything. As I've mentioned in previous posts, since turning 50, I'm looking to reimagine my life. Anybody want to help me out with this? Anybody?
What was this post supposed to be about?
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Taking a break from Ain't No Turkey Challenge today. It's been a doozy of a week. I did find time to take a picture this morning. See...
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| Image by L. Carilo |
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
My Voice
Seventeen hours ago I tweeted the following:
#Palanca... check. #NaBloPoMo... check. AM #Nap... Man, I did a lot of writing last night; so sleepy. A How-To Guide http://ahow-toguide.blogspot.com/?spref=tw
Now, about my voice.
My voice is annoying... according to me.
And that's all I have to say about that for now.
Let's see. It's been a long day, and I've said, "It could be worse." way too many times today. It's been that kind of week actually. If yelling at each other - the husband and I - on Sunday evening carried over right through to today I'd have no voice at all. That would probably be best. Then, I would have just put everything that's transpired over the course of the week, so far, into memo format.
I can't seem to say anything, right... according to my husband and son.
And that's all I have to say about that for now. Oh, memo format! Right!
On the subject of refrigeration.
Memo
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: Fridge at The Place
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, morning
~
I think the fridge stopped working. Water & sodas aren't cold. Settings are both at 6.
* I'd expect to hear crickets at this point. Better than being yelled at for no reason, right? *
Memo:
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: Water bottle in freezer test
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, late morning
~
Hey, I put a water bottle in the freezer for a couple of hours; didn't seem much cooler than ones in the non-freezer section.
* Still crickets at this point; no need for alarm. After all, we are still basking in the afterglow of having the car repaired asap, even though it cut into three weeks food budget. Goodbye Thanksgiving dinner. Hello, ramen soup and bean burritos.*
Memo: Concerned
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: Water bottle freezer test update
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, pre-school pick up departure.
~
Four hours; water bottle same temp as before. Packs of frozen peas and bananas smooshy. Water frozen in bottle prior to malfunction discovery now beginning to thaw.
* Who am I kidding? No memos have actually gone out, but shit, what am I going to do now with no refrigerator? I'm already days behind on my cooking-all-November-apalooza. The car just had to give out on me on Sunday. How are we supposed to afford repair/replacement of a major appliance. We just made the November tuition loan installment!! All in the first week of the month! This is TOO MUCH. *
Memo: Urgent
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: No more memos, you are sitting right next to me in the passenger seat!
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, late afternoon
Screw it, here's the actual account:
*text* Hey, I'm running about 10 minutes late.
*ring* Mom's driving, what do you want? She texted you she'd be late. There was a lot of traffic leaving the school. We are on our way.
*ring* We are at the college, give us 5 more minutes. Oh, can you get mom a green tea, please? No, nothing.
[enters vehicle] Me: Hello. How was your day? Here's your coupon.
Son: What took so long?
Me: We ran out of printer ink so I had to ask Dad if he could print the form you wanted at work; we picked it up before coming to pick you up from work. Did you need me to drop you off at the store that issued digital purchase points & savings coupon?\
Son: Uhhh...
Me: I'm dropping your sister off at the house.
Son: Did you run errands.
Me: No. (because reasons)
Son: Hmmm...
~
New plan:
Me: I wasn't prepared this morning to run the errands that I hoped to because we were running late, and I was not properly dressed to run around town to buy grandma's groceries, or ours. Call dad and ask if he could work a bit later since he missed work on Monday for the car stuff. We can do groceries if he still needs to catch up on things.
Son: [bug-eyed disbelief; exhausted from day at work] Ugh. No, you were supposed to do that stuff while we were at work and school.
Me: Well, I didn't. I figured, since you were out earlier than normal, that we could tackle all that stuff before picking up dad.
Son: No.
Me: I can drop you off that the store you have the coupon for; see what you can buy for yourself. I'll head to Target for paper goods and a few of the things on grandma's list, okay. I can then pick you up, and I can stop to get the unseasoned rotisserie chicken for mom and the regular one for dinner for us. Then you can run into Vons for a must-haves power run. Then, off to pick up dad at 5. Sounds good?
Son: Sure.
* Check. Check, check. Check, check. Power check. Checkity, check. *
Husband pick up.
Me: Hey.
Husband: Hey.
Me: [treading lightly] The fridge is a bit wonky. Nothings staying cold, and stuff is defrosting in the freezer.
Husband: [grunt/sigh] I'll check it when we get home.
Me: Can we stop at gram's to drop off her chicken?
Husband: Yeah, no problem.
* Man, I'm glad I popped in The Fault In Our Stars soundtrack to listen to on the car stereo. You know, soothe the savage beast. *
Home. Mad rush to store groceries. Still no change with refrigeration. Husband tries to troubleshoot; locate homeowner's notes about warranties on ancient, crap appliances that appear to have been found on the side of a road which she decided to put in the house after terrible "enhancements" made on The Place by sketchy contractors.
Me: So, game plan. We don't have that much food in there; I could go to Target to buy a large ice chest and loads of ice, If we need to, grandma's close enough and her fridge isn't fully stocked because I couldn't do her shopping earlier this week. She said she could buy us the coolers. Is that going to be okay? I can do that after dinner.
Husband: Yeah, we'll see. [still troubleshooting situation]
Me: Let me know what you decide. Also, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag... and so on, and so forth.
Husband and I: [Unpleasant dialogue; tensions high.]
Son: I'm gonna apply for a loan from Best Buy for appliances, that old washer was leaking on Sunday, and the dryer is wasting energy.
Husband: Hold off. Go buy the cooler and ice.
Me: How 'bout we buy one of those dorm refrigerators like College Girl had in her dorm last year.
Husband: No, those don't get very cold. (Hotel stays have proven that fact.)
Me: Okay son, let's go get the stuff. I can go alone if you are too tired.
Son: I'm going. You shouldn't be going out after dark in this town.
On tomorrow's Must Do task list:
#Palanca... check. #NaBloPoMo... check. AM #Nap... Man, I did a lot of writing last night; so sleepy. A How-To Guide http://ahow-toguide.blogspot.com/?spref=tw
Now, about my voice.
My voice is annoying... according to me.
And that's all I have to say about that for now.
Let's see. It's been a long day, and I've said, "It could be worse." way too many times today. It's been that kind of week actually. If yelling at each other - the husband and I - on Sunday evening carried over right through to today I'd have no voice at all. That would probably be best. Then, I would have just put everything that's transpired over the course of the week, so far, into memo format.
I can't seem to say anything, right... according to my husband and son.
And that's all I have to say about that for now. Oh, memo format! Right!
On the subject of refrigeration.
Memo
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: Fridge at The Place
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, morning
~
I think the fridge stopped working. Water & sodas aren't cold. Settings are both at 6.
* I'd expect to hear crickets at this point. Better than being yelled at for no reason, right? *
Memo:
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: Water bottle in freezer test
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, late morning
~
Hey, I put a water bottle in the freezer for a couple of hours; didn't seem much cooler than ones in the non-freezer section.
* Still crickets at this point; no need for alarm. After all, we are still basking in the afterglow of having the car repaired asap, even though it cut into three weeks food budget. Goodbye Thanksgiving dinner. Hello, ramen soup and bean burritos.*
Memo: Concerned
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: Water bottle freezer test update
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, pre-school pick up departure.
~
Four hours; water bottle same temp as before. Packs of frozen peas and bananas smooshy. Water frozen in bottle prior to malfunction discovery now beginning to thaw.
* Who am I kidding? No memos have actually gone out, but shit, what am I going to do now with no refrigerator? I'm already days behind on my cooking-all-November-apalooza. The car just had to give out on me on Sunday. How are we supposed to afford repair/replacement of a major appliance. We just made the November tuition loan installment!! All in the first week of the month! This is TOO MUCH. *
To: Interested parties (family)
From: Bearer of bad news (me)
Subject: No more memos, you are sitting right next to me in the passenger seat!
Date: Nov. 5, 2014, late afternoon
Screw it, here's the actual account:
*text* Hey, I'm running about 10 minutes late.
*ring* Mom's driving, what do you want? She texted you she'd be late. There was a lot of traffic leaving the school. We are on our way.
*ring* We are at the college, give us 5 more minutes. Oh, can you get mom a green tea, please? No, nothing.
[enters vehicle] Me: Hello. How was your day? Here's your coupon.
Son: What took so long?
Me: We ran out of printer ink so I had to ask Dad if he could print the form you wanted at work; we picked it up before coming to pick you up from work. Did you need me to drop you off at the store that issued digital purchase points & savings coupon?\
Son: Uhhh...
Me: I'm dropping your sister off at the house.
Son: Did you run errands.
Me: No. (because reasons)
Son: Hmmm...
~
New plan:
Me: I wasn't prepared this morning to run the errands that I hoped to because we were running late, and I was not properly dressed to run around town to buy grandma's groceries, or ours. Call dad and ask if he could work a bit later since he missed work on Monday for the car stuff. We can do groceries if he still needs to catch up on things.
Son: [bug-eyed disbelief; exhausted from day at work] Ugh. No, you were supposed to do that stuff while we were at work and school.
Me: Well, I didn't. I figured, since you were out earlier than normal, that we could tackle all that stuff before picking up dad.
Son: No.
Me: I can drop you off that the store you have the coupon for; see what you can buy for yourself. I'll head to Target for paper goods and a few of the things on grandma's list, okay. I can then pick you up, and I can stop to get the unseasoned rotisserie chicken for mom and the regular one for dinner for us. Then you can run into Vons for a must-haves power run. Then, off to pick up dad at 5. Sounds good?
Son: Sure.
* Check. Check, check. Check, check. Power check. Checkity, check. *
Husband pick up.
Me: Hey.
Husband: Hey.
Me: [treading lightly] The fridge is a bit wonky. Nothings staying cold, and stuff is defrosting in the freezer.
Husband: [grunt/sigh] I'll check it when we get home.
Me: Can we stop at gram's to drop off her chicken?
Husband: Yeah, no problem.
* Man, I'm glad I popped in The Fault In Our Stars soundtrack to listen to on the car stereo. You know, soothe the savage beast. *
Home. Mad rush to store groceries. Still no change with refrigeration. Husband tries to troubleshoot; locate homeowner's notes about warranties on ancient, crap appliances that appear to have been found on the side of a road which she decided to put in the house after terrible "enhancements" made on The Place by sketchy contractors.
Me: So, game plan. We don't have that much food in there; I could go to Target to buy a large ice chest and loads of ice, If we need to, grandma's close enough and her fridge isn't fully stocked because I couldn't do her shopping earlier this week. She said she could buy us the coolers. Is that going to be okay? I can do that after dinner.
Husband: Yeah, we'll see. [still troubleshooting situation]
Me: Let me know what you decide. Also, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag... and so on, and so forth.
Husband and I: [Unpleasant dialogue; tensions high.]
Son: I'm gonna apply for a loan from Best Buy for appliances, that old washer was leaking on Sunday, and the dryer is wasting energy.
Husband: Hold off. Go buy the cooler and ice.
Me: How 'bout we buy one of those dorm refrigerators like College Girl had in her dorm last year.
Husband: No, those don't get very cold. (Hotel stays have proven that fact.)
Me: Okay son, let's go get the stuff. I can go alone if you are too tired.
Son: I'm going. You shouldn't be going out after dark in this town.
On tomorrow's Must Do task list:
- Take Bookstore Boy to Best Buy to see if he can qualify for a loan to purchase refrigerator.
- Replenish ice.
- Spend even more money eating fast food.
- Cross fingers all goes smoothly and in our favor.
It could be worse. It could be worse. It could be much, much worse.*
*November 2012, Husband, Bookstore Boy, our high schooler and two dogs were settling into relatives home. I, no longer able to stay at mom's apartment, stayed at a Hilton Express - having a full-on emotional breakdown. With $.00 to our name; a newly acquired SNAP card, and much needed health insurance provided by County Public Social Services we were prepared to take action. November 5, 2012, husband was into his first job in two years, Kid in trauma from last few months preparing for eventual move, and I was beginning an unplanned two week long psychiatric hospital stay; finally after two years off my meds for bipolar disorder, restored course of treatment would finally bring with it relief... finger's crossed.
Gotta admit, if you've stayed through the end of this post, I am impressed. Thank you for your time.
If I could effectively use my voice, whether in writing or otherwise, it would be in the area of teaching; specifically Montessori principles. My wildest dreams would be to work in a Writer's Room, or try my hand at screenwriting - comedy writing. It's what I've relied on to feel a sense of normalcy my entire life. If I had any kind of education or degree in this area, I'd certainly pursue these endeavors... you never know, right.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
FOUND: Glimmers Of Happiness
Sometimes happy memories are hard to find. And it's not because I'm aging, nor is it due to genetics approaching to rob my mind. Distractions abundant and demands overwhelming; I'm tired and just need to sit and clear my head of all the things that consumed the day. And as usual, it is now past 11:00 PM and I am just now starting to write my daily post for NaBloPoMo. So here goes.
I couldn't find my memories... "favorite holiday memories." I couldn't recall any particular one that stood out. What was found in tiny glimmers were moments. Moments of wonderment, joy, and awe. I don't recall anyone snapping photographs of these moments; if there were any, I have no clue where to even begin to look.
The warmth of our breath appeared in the air. In darkness a taxi arrived; "Mom, who is in there?" Two Christmastime visitors with suitcases and hugs for us all. Grandma and Pearl from San Francisco; now everyone else, came in from the cold, into our small cozy house. ~ Age 5
We were tucked in to sleep, and wait for St. Nick. Then jingle bells sound and we rushed out of bed. The air felt so cold, but we just had to run, to see what was outside... this was so much fun. We knew we saw something; something high in the sky. But we were quickly distracted by presents we spied. ~ Age 8
Quiet and simple, just five of us there. A Christmas tree and family recipes of sweet treats and spicy hot drinks. Mom, sister, her babies, and I, what more did we need. Peace on earth and goodness for all. ~ Age 21
A Christmas tree, charming and dear. A railroad track and electric engine, from 'round did appear. A gift in a boxcar... a ring! He kneeled; spoke softly, and I answered, "Yes." ~ Age 26
No Christmas tree that year, but we had each other. Just three short years ago; frightened and worried. Three children grown, patient and kind. A gift from a grandma, generous and kind. "What would you like to do with this gift?" we questioned all three. "Let's share a nice meal, that's all that we want." This made our hearts ache; we praised them for caring. It was a beautiful night filled with laughter and love... a most tender memory. ~ 2011
Below is my tiny effort to reverse effect stemming from my contribution made into the disappearance of all the mixed candy bags that I brought home leading up to Halloween. None of which lasted anywhere near October 31st.
This Is Fifty With Lil Fitness Challenge
Ain't No Turkey Progress:
Day 8: 11:56 30 sec wall sits; 30 sec plank
Day 9: 11:57 45 sec wall sits: 30 sec plank
Day 10:
Day 11:
Day 12:
Day 13:
Day 14:
One of my favorite online catalogs is Title Nine, and I found out on Twitter that Ain’t No Turkey 30 Day Strength Challenge is underway, and I'm doing it... in the beginner category, of course. Here's a little more information from Time Out With Title Nine blog:
I couldn't find my memories... "favorite holiday memories." I couldn't recall any particular one that stood out. What was found in tiny glimmers were moments. Moments of wonderment, joy, and awe. I don't recall anyone snapping photographs of these moments; if there were any, I have no clue where to even begin to look.
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A very large window; a small Christmas tree. A bright orange bulb on a string; many more colors, blue, yellow, red, white and green. Candles and tinsel sparkled and shined. Mom, Grandma, Uncles, Cousins, and Aunts; we have all gathered together one winter night. ~ Age 3The warmth of our breath appeared in the air. In darkness a taxi arrived; "Mom, who is in there?" Two Christmastime visitors with suitcases and hugs for us all. Grandma and Pearl from San Francisco; now everyone else, came in from the cold, into our small cozy house. ~ Age 5
We were tucked in to sleep, and wait for St. Nick. Then jingle bells sound and we rushed out of bed. The air felt so cold, but we just had to run, to see what was outside... this was so much fun. We knew we saw something; something high in the sky. But we were quickly distracted by presents we spied. ~ Age 8
Quiet and simple, just five of us there. A Christmas tree and family recipes of sweet treats and spicy hot drinks. Mom, sister, her babies, and I, what more did we need. Peace on earth and goodness for all. ~ Age 21
A Christmas tree, charming and dear. A railroad track and electric engine, from 'round did appear. A gift in a boxcar... a ring! He kneeled; spoke softly, and I answered, "Yes." ~ Age 26
No Christmas tree that year, but we had each other. Just three short years ago; frightened and worried. Three children grown, patient and kind. A gift from a grandma, generous and kind. "What would you like to do with this gift?" we questioned all three. "Let's share a nice meal, that's all that we want." This made our hearts ache; we praised them for caring. It was a beautiful night filled with laughter and love... a most tender memory. ~ 2011
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This Is Fifty With Lil Fitness Challenge
Ain't No Turkey Progress:
Day 8: 11:56 30 sec wall sits; 30 sec plank
Day 9: 11:57 45 sec wall sits: 30 sec plank
Day 10:
Day 11:
Day 12:
Day 13:
Day 14:
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| Click here to view enlarged chart. |
One of my favorite online catalogs is Title Nine, and I found out on Twitter that Ain’t No Turkey 30 Day Strength Challenge is underway, and I'm doing it... in the beginner category, of course. Here's a little more information from Time Out With Title Nine blog:
- For a PDF of the above chart, please click here.
- Hashtag your progress using #AintNoTurkey, and share your story and photos on their blog.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Let The Challenge Begin!
Wait. I don't think I up for it. Sure, I've been blogging since 2009 - that first blog since deleted - and it's been a satisfying diversion. But one thing I do not think I can genuinely claim is to say that I am a writer. That string of words right there should be sufficient proof. Mostly, I classify my posts as nothing more than typing practice; it's the one thing I've the most experience doing, and a skill that someone has actually paid me to do. I like typing and I used to be consistently accurate and fast, so keeping this blog brings a sense of satisfaction in that it has allowed the opportunity to do something I've been relatively good at for a very long time.
Now, "the challenge." Which challenge? BlogHer's NaBloPoMo - National Blog Posting Month - writing challenge where bloggers (no matter the level of experience) commit to post every single day. I've participated in the few daily posting challenges in months leading up to November, but have been looking forward to taking part in this one because it's a bit more structured and it will test whether or not I have it in me to take things to the next level and be able to produce audience building content.
But in all honesty, I'm stumped. Today's prompt is proving to be, well... a challenge.
Monday, November 3
The focus of my blog this month will be on aging, change, reflection, restoration, and moving forward. So, if these topics peak your interest, please, check in every now and then. And if it is not to much to ask, let me know how I'm doing here. Submit questions and comments below.
Let's do this!
Lil
Below is my tiny effort to reverse effect stemming from my contribution made into the disappearance of all the mixed candy bags that I brought home leading up to Halloween. None of which lasted anywhere near October 31st.
This Is Fifty With Lil Fitness Challenge
Ain't No Turkey Progress:
Day 8: 11:56 30 sec wall sits; 30 sec plank
Day 9:
Day 10:
Day 11:
Day 12:
Day 13:
Day 14:
One of my favorite online catalogs is Title Nine, and I found out on Twitter that Ain’t No Turkey 30 Day Strength Challenge is underway, and I'm doing it... in the beginner category, of course. Here's a little more information from Time Out With Title Nine blog:
Now, "the challenge." Which challenge? BlogHer's NaBloPoMo - National Blog Posting Month - writing challenge where bloggers (no matter the level of experience) commit to post every single day. I've participated in the few daily posting challenges in months leading up to November, but have been looking forward to taking part in this one because it's a bit more structured and it will test whether or not I have it in me to take things to the next level and be able to produce audience building content.
But in all honesty, I'm stumped. Today's prompt is proving to be, well... a challenge.
Monday, November 3
Write about an amazing imaginary brand or organization you'd love to work with. What would their pitch to you look like? What would your post say?
There are a number of causes and organizations that inspire me to want to help bring a change for the better in whatever they endeavor, and I recognize the tremendous responsibility and teamwork that goes into running a successful brand. I love the thought that someday one of my ideas may actually be shared and developed beyond being simply "the thing" in my heart and head. I'd love to know that I have somehow had a positive effect on others - people I'll never meet. But again, I don't know if I'll actually ever be up for it. I can only hope there will be somewhere out there for me to give of my time, something purposeful and fulfilling; something worked towards for the good of all. Time will tell.The focus of my blog this month will be on aging, change, reflection, restoration, and moving forward. So, if these topics peak your interest, please, check in every now and then. And if it is not to much to ask, let me know how I'm doing here. Submit questions and comments below.
Let's do this!
Lil
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This Is Fifty With Lil Fitness Challenge
Ain't No Turkey Progress:
Day 8: 11:56 30 sec wall sits; 30 sec plank
Day 9:
Day 10:
Day 11:
Day 12:
Day 13:
Day 14:
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| Click here to view enlarged chart. |
One of my favorite online catalogs is Title Nine, and I found out on Twitter that Ain’t No Turkey 30 Day Strength Challenge is underway, and I'm doing it... in the beginner category, of course. Here's a little more information from Time Out With Title Nine blog:
- For a PDF of the above chart, please click here.
- Hashtag your progress using #AintNoTurkey, and share your story and photos on their blog.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Summing Things Up ~ November 1 - 2, 2014 *
You know, that day that starts off bad then ends up even worse? That's been my day. So, yeah.
*Update
Seems today was a bust, but yesterday was pretty nice. Last week I enjoyed thoroughly. It was good to be free of terrible dental pain that walloped me the week before; it is still a bit tender at the site, but much, much better. Another mood booster was stepping on the scale and seeing a few pounds lost. This is good... very good.
Winning tickets to a red carpet event was exciting, and I'm really glad I was able to spend Thursday afternoon with my sister anticipating the excitement of seeing favorite celebrities like Robert Downey, Jr., Mark Ruffalo, Emma Watson, Julia-Louis Dreyfus, Judi Dench, and director Mike Leigh. All of whom were being honored for achievements in the entertainment arts and outstanding do-goodery. I love British film and television, so it truly was something special for me to have a tiny glimpse into that world. This made for a very nice week, indeed.
This Is Fifty With Lil Fitness Challenge
One of my favorite online catalogs is Title Nine, and I found out on Twitter that Ain’t No Turkey 30 Day Strength Challenge is underway, and I'm doing it... in the beginner category, of course. Here's a little more information from Time Out With Title Nine blog:
Life Reimagined progress has stalled a bit going on three weeks now. Health issues, automobile trouble, mom-care problems, the list goes on. Regardless, here's me keeping it real, a photo from 10:58 PM tonight.
I signed up for Life Reimagined beginning of October and find it is already helping me imagine the possibilities that lay ahead. This makes me happy. If you know of anyone in the AARP stage of life who is feeling a bit stuck, please consider sharing this website with them.*
*This is not a paid endorsement.
For more information go to:
*Update
Seems today was a bust, but yesterday was pretty nice. Last week I enjoyed thoroughly. It was good to be free of terrible dental pain that walloped me the week before; it is still a bit tender at the site, but much, much better. Another mood booster was stepping on the scale and seeing a few pounds lost. This is good... very good.
Winning tickets to a red carpet event was exciting, and I'm really glad I was able to spend Thursday afternoon with my sister anticipating the excitement of seeing favorite celebrities like Robert Downey, Jr., Mark Ruffalo, Emma Watson, Julia-Louis Dreyfus, Judi Dench, and director Mike Leigh. All of whom were being honored for achievements in the entertainment arts and outstanding do-goodery. I love British film and television, so it truly was something special for me to have a tiny glimpse into that world. This made for a very nice week, indeed.
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Below is my tiny effort to reverse effect stemming from my contribution made into the disappearance of all the mixed candy bags that I brought home leading up to Halloween. None of which lasted anywhere near October 31st.
This Is Fifty With Lil Fitness Challenge
Ain't No Turkey Progress:
Day 1: 11:58 pm; 30 second wall sits! Whoa.
Day 2: 10:30 pm; 30 second wall sits. Ouch.
Day 3: 11:53 pm; 46 seconds - wall sits. Whew.
Day 4: 5 hours standing at Britannias red carpet event.
Day 5: 11:15 pm; 30 second wall sits. Wow!
Day 6: 11:57 pm; 30 second wall sits... long day.
Day 7: 11:59 pm; 31 second wall sits. Knee pain.
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| Click here to view enlarged chart. |
One of my favorite online catalogs is Title Nine, and I found out on Twitter that Ain’t No Turkey 30 Day Strength Challenge is underway, and I'm doing it... in the beginner category, of course. Here's a little more information from Time Out With Title Nine blog:
- For a PDF of the above chart, please click here.
- Hashtag your progress using #AintNoTurkey, and share your story and photos on their blog.
Fun, right? Let's do this. Two minutes... here I go!
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| Very, very real. |
I still haven't given up hope though, and I refuse to abandon the notion of a truly carefree, purposeful, fulfilling life beginning at 50. I just have to convince myself that I deserve it. I don't think I was ready for age 50, nor am I sure if I'm even doing it "right." What I am willing to do is, explore the possibility of reinventing myself. And what do you know, AARP has this really nifty website, Life Reimagined, designed to assist and guide you through obstacles that might be keeping you from confidently approaching what should be a purposeful, fulfilling chapter in your life at age 50 and beyond. And that is exactly what you'll find me doing and sharing on my blog each Sunday. So, come back. comment, visit my YouTube channel THIS IS FIFTY WITH LIL. Let's talk and compare notes.
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*This is not a paid endorsement.
For more information go to:
- www.aarp.org
- lifereimagined.aarp.org
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