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Saturday, April 28, 2012

The older I get, the more I appreciate the beauty of life.

Lately, I'm making even more of a conscious effort to soak up the beauty of my world. I'm filled with an intense appreciation for what I call the smorgasbord of life.

A food smorgasbord offers so many tempting offerings. It's impossible to eat everything and we sometimes come away regretting that we ate too much.

That's not the case with the smorgasbord of life. While we can't sample everything, the more we do, the more we appreciate what is before us.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

With mortgage rates at an all-time low, I decided it would be wise to refinance my mortgage.

When I'm in the market for something, I like to do a lot of comparison shopping. It's been an interesting six weeks of talking with banks.

Just as I was about to make up my mind and refinance with a local bank, I heard an ad for a national mortgage chain.

To protect the guilty, I won't tell you its name. I will tell you it was a harrowing experience that taught me a lesson or two.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

One news item on the lighter side getting a lot of attention this week is headlined: What age are we happiest?

How would you answer that question?

I tried answering the question before I clicked on the web site to see the results of the recent study. It was a fun question to ponder. (So much better than why do I owe so much income tax.)

At first, I thought my answer would be the magical time when I held our first-born child in my arms.

I was so intrigued by that little bundle of joy that I wouldn't put her down even when she was sleeping.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Each month I try to attend a Day of Reflection in a neighboring county.

Normally, there are around 15 to 20 of us who attend. This month, there were so many they ran out of chairs. The director noted the huge attendance was due to the topic: The Two Halves of Life.

I was more than interested in the subject because I had just written a column about what we lose and what we gain in the second half of life.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Do you remember the simple joys of childhood?

Do you remember lying on your back and watching the clouds float by?

Do you remember the way freshly mowed grass smelled when you were lying on the ground?

Do you recall the smell of earth that was one of the perfumes of childhood?

Maybe you liked to dig in dirt. Maybe you rolled in it. Or, maybe you were just content to sit on the ground and be aware of every smell, every sound the way the sun felt on your face and the way a breeze tickled you.

Remember those days?

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I have a long list of the things I admire about my husband. Somewhere on that list is that he never loses his cool. No matter what the circumstances, he seems to stay calm and upbeat.

I first noticed that four years ago when we were celebrating my birthday by going to the opening of a new water adventure park in Orlando.

We arrived in Orlando right in time to join the other thousands of motorists traveling to the theme parks bumper to bumper, a few inches at a time.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

When I was a kid, I used to love walking on railroad tracks.

As an adult, I still did it whenever I had the chance, enjoying a remnant from my childhood, I guess.

Balance was something that came easy. So was flexibility. But my best strength was aerobic capacity.

I've always loved to move fast. Still do. And aerobic classes and fast-paced Zumba classes are still favorites of mine.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

The other day I was driving the Interstate, sticking to the 70 mile per hour speed limit.

Cars and trucks were whizzing past me as if I were an ant inching along.

I know. People hate drivers like me who "only" do the speed limit. They call us "Granny drivers."

Actually, the only reason I was going the posted speed limit of 70 is because I annoy others when I drive slower. I liked speed when I was young but I now want to hang out in the slow lane.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I love men. Men of a certain age, that is.

Forgive me for stereotyping. I know no stereotype holds true for everyone.

But I believe guys who grew up in the 40s and 50s have maintained manners that are charming.

When I went to buy pool chemicals, a gentleman rushed ahead of me and said, "Let me get the door for you." When I got home, lugging the jug of chemicals, my new friend, Corry said, "Let me carry that for you."

Ahhh. Chivalry. I love it. Always have, always will.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Last week an article in The Wall Street Journal caught my eye. The attention-grabbing headline read: Why Italian Moms Are the Best.

As someone who had at least five Italian mothers and one Italian grandmother, of course I wanted to read the article.

In our family, there wasn't much difference in the diligence of my mother and her four sisters. They all functioned as mothers to me and my cousins.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, got by these five mothers.