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Saturday, November 10, 2012

When I was dating David, I was immensely impressed when I opened his kitchen drawers. I never saw a utensil drawer so neat.

Each kitchen utensil was evenly spaced in neat rows.

I told everyone he had to be the neatest guy on the face of this earth because every nook and cranny in his home was so clean and uncluttered.

When we got married and I moved into his home, I discovered why his home is uncluttered.

David is a minimalist. I discovered to what degree that is true when I tried to cook in his kitchen.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Last Friday was one of those days when my heart was overflowing with joy and thanksgiving. I didn't think I could get any happier.

But then I opened my email and rejoiced even more. There was a surprise email from my old friend Rob.

How appropriate that his email arrived on Make A Difference Day. Rob has always made a difference for so many people, especially my late husband, Andy.

After Andy died, I wanted his ham radio equipment to go where Andy would want it. So I gave it to two fellows who made a difference for Andy, both Rob and my young friend, Dylan.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

When a full course of antibiotics and prescription cough medicine didn't relieve my symptoms of a "bad bug" I trudged back to the doctors.

This time, he gave me a much stronger antibiotic. When I told him I had a nine-day headache that won't go away no matter what I take for it, he sent me for x-rays of my sinuses.

I never was bothered by a sinus problem and never even gave any thought to what they were. So I went to the place of learning many of us use the Internet.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

When I went to see my friend Allen at the shop he manages, he had a wide grin and an announcement: "11 more months," he said gleefully.

Eleven more months until he can retire.

Eleven more months until he can live the life he's been longing for.

Like so many people, he's anxiously counting the days until he can retire.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

My friend Tom died this morning. Although we knew it was coming, it's still hard.

I met Tom and Wanda at dance class and we immediately formed a tight friendship. He called me "Gilbert" instead of my given name because we both were connected at time with that town. He fished in Gilbert while I once worked there as editor of the Pocono Post.

For the last few years, we were with Tom and Wanda during a lot of happy events dances, kayak trips, dinners, and even cruises.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

When my daughter Maria came to visit for almost three weeks, she got a close-up look at how things work in the Mihalik-Allen household.

I think it was good for her to see how a strong marriage sustains itself, especially one between two strongly independent individuals.

Yes, I know. A clergyman has told me that "independent" and marriage don't mix.

"The thing wrong with marriages today," he said, "is that a couple continues to think as two separate units. They need to forget the word 'I' and think in terms of 'we.'"

Saturday, September 29, 2012

One of the things I try to do is to celebrate every aspect of life.

I think life is this huge, incredible smorgasbord of delights and I want to savor every bite.

I do it by "inhaling the moment." I try to pause during the small moments of life that make up daily life to really feel with all my senses.

First thing every morning, I smell the freshly brewed pot of coffee and celebrate the goodness of that first sip.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Last week my friend Janice asked me a simple question: Does my daughter like ice cream. I had to say I didn't know.

"What do you mean, you don't know. You don't know if your own daughter eats ice cream?" she retorted.

My two daughters and I are faithful in keeping in touch via phone at least twice a week. We are "sharers" and I think we have plenty of in-depth conversations, way beyond superficial talk.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

While I was waiting my turn in a beauty salon, several mothers struck up an interesting conversation. They were debating how far parents should go to help their children.

Their kids never did anything for themselves, they said, and it's getting worse as they get older.

It's so bad, one woman said, that her son refuses to fill out his own college application. She has to do it for him.

"I don't know where he would be without me," she said, "because he won't do anything for himself."

Saturday, September 1, 2012

When it comes to hurricanes, there are two major types of people.

One group is adventurous enough to think hurricanes are just one more adventure.

The other group gets anxiety ridden as a hurricane nears.

I used to belong to the adventurous group. Because we usually vacationed at the Outer Banks of North Carolina during hurricane season, we were there during four or five hurricanes. We regarded each one as an adventure with never a thought given to danger.