We live on a private lake, in a neighborhood governed by a homeowners’ association. There are rules here, and the residents are expected to follow them. For the most part, it works pretty well. Once in awhile, we catch someone who doesn’t live here fishing, or using a dumpster to dispose of their trash. If… Continue reading Not In My Back Yard
It Doesn’t Get Any Better
When we moved five years ago and I retired, I understood that my cooking style would need to change. One of my favorite things to do in Pittsburgh was to enjoy the vast array of foods available. We ate out frequently, sometimes as often as three times a week. And then there was the Strip… Continue reading It Doesn’t Get Any Better
It’s out of control
I spend a lot of energy being afraid. I have always been a “worrier”, indeed, as an adult anxiety is probably the emotion with which I am most familiar. My worries can range from the very unimportant (what should I prepare for our meal?) to fear over catastrophic events (what if my husband has a… Continue reading It’s out of control
But is it enough?
As I think about getting older, and trying to do so with grace, I think about the ways I spend my time. Not having the commitment of employment or the responsibilities of raising young children leaves me with the privilege of deciding what to do with my time. It is true that as one gets… Continue reading But is it enough?
Hitting the Speed Limit
My friend asked me the other day if I had “hit the speed limit”. I had no idea what she was talking about, since I was at the local farmer’s market, and nowhere near my car. Then it hit me. My birthday had been the day before, and she was asking me if I had… Continue reading Hitting the Speed Limit
My blog is about evolving from one particular “phase” into, or through, the next as seemlessly as possible. Just moving. No phases necessary. And mostly, to do so with grace. While my desire to accomplish this is sincere, it is clear that it is much more challenging than I first considered. It gets down to… Continue reading Regressing?
It’s been over five years since we moved from Pittsburgh to our little lake here in the middle of nowhere. Before moving, I speculated about what I would miss about living in the city. I thought I would miss having close neighbors, certain noises of the city, restaurants and cultural events such as concerts, the… Continue reading Stages