Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Warmest Regards

Saturday, November 27, 2010

It is almost dawn as I paddle out to my kitchen. Before I even reach the coffeepot, I am singing a silent prayer of thanksgiving.

It is a simple prayer, just three words words I seem to say all day long: Thank you God.

Thank you, God, for the peace of morning.

Thank you for the sun that climbs over the horizon and begins to flood my house with light.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

This week I went to one of the best retirement parties I have ever attended.

When Father Arthur Lee retired as rector of our local Episcopal church, so many people wanted to say thank you for his years of spiritual leadership. So they planned a church service and party that was overflowing with love and emotion.

Father Lee was emotional too, commenting honestly about his feelings in leaving his familiar role behind and changing all the rhythms of his life.

"It's exciting," he said, "but it's scary, too."

Saturday, November 13, 2010

One by one, they come back to the bus, clutching their treasures in their hands.

They are members of my Englewood Shell Club and we have spent the past two days treasure hunting in Islamorada and other parts of the Florida Keys.

Some hunted underwater, wearing wet suits and snorkeling gear to better find the prizes they sought.

Some stayed on shore, hunting under rocks and in hidden crevices.

When we boarded the bus at the end of the day's search, our club president asked to see what treasures we found.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Sometimes the most casual of contacts can be life changing.

We never know where a casual contact will lead. And we never know which contact will impact us. That's part of what makes life so interesting.

Here's just one example of how a casual encounter can change lives.

A few years ago, when I was living in Palmerton, whitewater kayaking was my passion. I sometimes traveled two hours each way to kayak with an outdoor club.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

It's time for "Dancing with the Stars," my favorite TV show.

I sit with the television remote control in my hand, punching in the channel. Nothing happens. No matter how many times I try, the TV won't respond.

After a little bit of frustration, I see what the problem is. I'm trying to use the mobile phone to control the TV.

"Oh, Lord, is this the start of Alzheimer's disease?" I ask myself. When I see that the remote control and telephone are next to each other on the stand, I realize it's just an easy mistake.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

When rescuers pulled the Chilean miners to safety after they were trapped in a mine for 69 days, I was like millions of others riveted to the coverage.

First I prayed for the miner's safety, then I cried tears of joy as each man rode the capsule to freedom. I couldn't turn away from watching TV until the very last miner surfaced.

I empathized with the families for a special reason: my father was a coal miner who worked for years as an anthracite coal miner in several independent mines.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

A six-column headline in our local paper this week read: Two charged in beating of elderly man.

When I went on to read the story, I was a bit stunned to discover the "elderly man" was 67.

In my mind, there is nothing elderly about someone who is 67 – unless the person making that pronouncement is under 30.

My husband is well past 30, but he agrees with the headline writer: "Sixty-seven is elderly," said the man I married who still leads the lifestyle of a teenager.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

There was a time when the very mention of Sunday liquor sales would release a firestorm of controversy.

Not any more.

Commissioners in my Florida county were asked to vote to extend the hours of Sunday liquor sales. There has been no strong opposition to the proposed change.

No wonder.

When we weren't looking, someone stole Sunday. And we can never get it back.

A long, long time ago, dating back to the Colonial era, Blue Laws were enacted to restrict shopping of any kind on Sunday.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

While I was interviewing a pastor about a financial course at his church, he happened to mention as an aside that he and his wife just bought a home.

I have to tell you that buying a home now in southwest Florida is a bit like putting a coin in one of those jackpot machines and getting a huge return for your money.

The bargains are almost unbelievable.

For those of us who already own homes here in Paradise, it's a sad story. We have to watch the value of our homes plummet like a crazy bungee jumper free-falling off a bridge.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

When I ride or bike through my neighborhood, I often see an old man wearing a florescent vest out walking.

Because he waves and smiles to everyone who goes by, people started referring to him as "The Waver."

I believe everyone has a story and I figured The Waver would have one, too. I didn't know how good his story was until a chance encounter at our polling place.

When Elkan told me he was celebrating his 96th birthday that week, I was astounded. I see him walking long distances in Florida's punishing sun.