Being on TV in NYC! (Well, at a distance, anyway…) Traveling again, Part III
We slept in on our first morning in New York City, only getting up in time to order the Hyatt’s bare bones bag breakfast. This is part of what I love about vacations; I still get up and do my yoga each day, and may keep up my daily meditation (or not). But I don’t have the responsibilities of doing [...]
New York, New York! Travelling again, Part II
For this second leg of our trip to the east coast, I set about finding a hotel in New York City (NYC). This had never been difficult for me in the past; we had stayed at the Crowne Plaza at Times Square several times previously. It’s conveniently near the theater district, there are lots of restaurants, cab and Lyft drivers [...]
Travelling again, Part I – Toronto
My beloved cousin, John Allen, died too young, not long after his 69th birthday, on April 1, 2020, in Toronto, early in the pandemic. Although he was a distant cousin (our shared ancestor is way back there about five generations), we had felt a strong connection since meeting more than twenty years ago. He reminded me a bit of my [...]
Old lady with too much going on and a lot of long-winded honesty
I have an acquaintance who writes a blog called Snarky Senior. And boy, she has no qualms about being cheeky. It’s pretty entertaining, of course. I’m not quite as in-your-face as she is, although I used to be when I was younger. But I found I was not attracting a lot of camaraderie with this approach, and although [...]
Camp Fire Girls cultural borrowings from late 1950’s forward
I had a song running through my head this past week, and realized it was from Camp Fire Girls’ camp, 1957. (I was actually singing it to my old peculiar tortoise shell cat, Leila, who loves being sung to.) I always thought that these were the words: “Ocky tocky oomba, ocky tocky oomba, hey diddle, hi diddle ho diddle ay,” [...]
Suffering, yearning, envy, acceptance and gratitude. In a nutshell.
Those sound like the four horsemen of the apocalypse and their better angel, don’t they? I live in an area where there are winter days that sometimes don’t get below 57-60 Fahrenheit. We have a pool, which we installed eighteen years ago so that I could dip my post-polio body into it regularly, walk (which is hard for me [...]
Memorable holidays
Because I was raised in a Christian home, we celebrated all the holidays originated by early or later Christians (some traditions actually co-opted from Pagans, such as the wonder of a bright decorated tree, and celebrating this near the Solstice). Christmas, following my December birthday, is still my favorite. Now that I’m less religious, and married to a wonderful yet [...]
A letter from Daddy – 1951
A few months out of the hospital, late 1951 A letter from Daddy My niece died recently, of ALS. Going through things she had saved, I found a scrapbook my mother (her maternal grandmother) had started in the mid-1920’s, with lovely cards given to her by her first husband, my sister’s father. My niece would have said, “My [...]