When I grow up

I have a friend who is older than me. Almost, but not quite old enough to be my mother. She is a good friend and she is what I want to be like when I grow up.
She lets nothing stop her. She lives alone, takes care of everything and probably in better health than most people half her age.
Today we walked over to the supermarket, they were having a senior discount day and I needed a few things. We are there almost daily and know most of the workers. As we were leaving we ran into the manager. We stopped to talk to him for a few minutes. My friend mentioned she was enrolled in another stores senior discount plan. The manager asked her if she ever went to the store.
Her answer, “Only once, there were too many old people there that day.” I thought the manager, who looks to be in his thirties, would fall on the floor laughing.
Yes, I want to be just like her when I grow up.


Old Age is Not for Sissies #longlivelongmire

Unless you are new on social media, you have probably heard that A&E  has cancelled that most excellent of shows Longmire. This is one of the few shows my husband and I will sit down and watch together.

They claim that the viewers were in an “older” age range and did not spend money.  That has started a conversation that may or may not be a good thing, time will tell.  The first thing I thought of was an older book by Art Linkletter, OLD AGE IS NOT FOR SISSIES.  If you do not know who Art Linkletter was check wikipedia.

I won’t go into all the statistics they are out there.  For one hour starting at 8pm est or 5 pm pst get on your twitter or FB page and post and retweet other posts about this wonderful show.  Remember to use the hashtag  #Longlivelongmire.  check out the Possee facebook page for further information


A learning vacation,Part 1

We just returned from a trip to New York City to visit my mother -in-law and family and friends. It was a busy week, but fun.

NYC is a fascinating place The energy there us amazing.  Tiring, but amazing.  A big difference than when we were there in December when i could barely walk  after my last fall

We were taking to a classical music concert on a barge in the East River.  Fun trying to maneuver a rocking barge with a cane.  Luckily, I didn’t fall. St. Pa tricks Cathedral  is undergoing renovation but still amazing, even for this “recovering” catholic. Across the street is Rockefeller Center, home of NBC and the famous Christmas tree.  Right now there is a topiary there that I’m told is supposed to be a dog,  Could have fooled me.:)

We went to my favorite museum, the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  My husband very patiently wheeled me around in a wheelchair as we went to two major exhibits. Charles James was a fashion exhibit that was amazing,, clothes from the 40’s and 50’s. Stunningly breathtaking it showed how the dress was designed.  It gave me a new view of what goes into designing a gown.  Especially some of the long intricate gowns you see in the movies from the 40’s and 50’s/

The other exhibit is Decoding Chinese Calligraphy which was fun.  I love the intricacies of the form and as my husband speaks chinese he was able to add a new dimension to it.  All in all a wonderful afternoon.  Made more soo as our friend Rita was able to join us.

I have never been a big fan of modern art.  Most of it I just don’t get.  But I let my mother in law take us to the Museum of Modern Art.. One floor had paintings by Degas, Van Gogh and Picasso.  I enjoyed those and could have spent hours in the room that had Monet s Water Lillie’s on all four walls. Some of the rest of the art in there went over me, except for Andy Warhol.Pleae Modern art lovers do not come after me, this is just my opinion.

We also went to the Museum of Mathematics.  The look on my face told everyone what ithought of it and surprised to prove I was wrong.  It was a very hands on interactive place that I thoroughly enjoyed and would highly recommend to math geeks and non geeks alike,

See NYC  part 2











Amazing what you can do

once you get some rest. Which is actually what i did this weekend. I did nothing I absolutely did not have to do and even took a short nap both days. I do love my naps.
No moving to deal with, minimal pain, even Yerbie stay relatively quiet at night.
I know I should have been writing, however I was plotting, at least in my mind.

I actually got ambitious today and made soup! I know it’s still hot especially here in AZ,but I found this recipe I had to try.
IT was for butternut squash soup and the first time I tried anything like this. There is something relaxing about chopping veggies and I thought a lot of my current wip.

The soup was a success Michael declared it a do over.

The other thing I was proud of this weekend was I was able to fix a problem on my computer. I had mistakenly downloaded something that was throwing things on my computer I didn’t want or need. Luckily I was able to find it and remove it. My computer, and me are very happy campers.

So I’m ready to start Monday, writing on my current wip. My RWA chapter is having a writing challenge this month. Not sure I’ll make the word count but I’m going to give it a try.
Now if only this could happen every weekend.

You’ve been married how long????

29 years ago today my husband and I were married. When the kids my husband work with found out how long we’ve been married the reaction is universally the same. “to the same person?”

Yes to the same person. They act like it’s a rarity and I got to thinking, is it?
I don’t know.
Between my husband and I there are 9 siblings and only two are divorced, Everyone else is married almost as long if not longer than us. His parents were married for 56 years when my father in law died. my dad was married 3 times for 19, 16 and 20 years respectively. The first two wifes died before he did the third one is still living.
Both our grandparents were married until they died. usually 50 plus years,
So is it genetic? I don’t think so. I think it’s just good examples that and in my case anyway, I married my best friend.

I will leave you with what I think is the best definition of a good marriage. it was given to my by my Nana MacCormack, my dad’s mother. She told me that she had been married to my grandfather for over 50 years. There were days he was wishing she was in hell and there were days she was wishing he was in hell. However they were still the best years of her life.
Works for me Nana.

Wednesdays Words

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.  A happiness weapon.  A beauty bomb.  And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.  Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas.  And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight.  Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.  With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.  And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.  ~Robert Fulghum


Who can get angry when you’re playing with Crayons