So, there you have it. Six suggestions–give them a try.
I’m open to any and all suggestions on saving money, so let me know if you have any.
Last Saturday afternoon, as I was getting ready to walk home from my friend Bev’s house, the clouds shuddered and an unexpected shower of rain began pelting the windows. It sounded good to me. It sounded like bad timing to Bev.
Her immediate thoughts were: maybe I should wait until the rain stopped, or slowed down, or I should, at least, borrow an umbrella, or…
But I was thinking, I couldn’t remember the last time I walked in the rain. So, I pooh, poohed the offer of an umbrella and ventured outside. It was a hot day. The rain felt cool. I noticed steam rising from the ground, as the earth drank its full. Huge drops of rain cascaded down from my head. There was no lightning, no thunder–a perfect day for a stroll. I looked up at the sky as I walked and drops of water splattered onto my face. By the time, I reached my front door, I was soaked to the skin. I stepped inside and dropped my clothes.
Spontaneity had surprised me and gifted me with a glorious, divine, magnificent interlude!
Someone’s said that “spontaneity is the quality of being able to do something just because you feel like it at the moment, of trusting your instincts, of taking yourself by surprise…
You don’t think about being spontaneous, you just do it. It comes from within you to do what you like, how you like it and when you want it. It just happens – unplanned, unstructured and best of all, unexpected but still within your power to shape it.
The Cook Family seems to know how to be spontaneous.
The other day Dan got home from work just in time to catch the sun going down . The second he came through the door he said, “grab a blanket, we’re going on the roof.”
This idea tickled me - Manufactured Spontaneity
At Flax, the art supply store, you can buy a notebook with napkins instead of pages. Because so many great ideas started on a napkin. So. You should be ready with some napkins.
Spontaneity–it comes in all sizes.
What about you? Spontaneous or Well Planned Agenda?
08/08/08 A propitious day in China, believed to bring prosperity, and to China’s utter delight, an opportunity to perform for the world–The Olympic Opening Ceremony.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved watching the Olympics. Of course, I enjoy the competitions, but I try real hard to see the Opening Ceremonies. Usually, they are extraordinary, spectacular extravaganzas. And this year, China did not disappoint. Their ceremony left me breathless at times, at other times awed by the precision of the 15,000 people who performed and created one of the most memorable Opening Ceremonies I have ever seen.
The Parade of Nations always makes my eyes water. The magnitude of so many countries coming together, despite their political differences, gives me hope for humanity. When the torch was finally lit, I was emotionally drained.
I’m not alone in my admiration for the spirit of the games. Fitness Diva also loved the Opening.
I hope that you all got to watch China present the opening ceremonies of the 2008 Beijing Olympics last night or this morning. I have to say, without a doubt, China ROCKED IT!!! I have watched all the Olympics since I was old enough to know what they were, and China’s incredibly spectacular display of pyrotechnics, performance, and purely awe inspiring displays was off the charts. Never has an opening ceremony been as monumentally opulent and magnificent.
See what I mean? When you love them, you really, really love them.
To see some marvelous photos, go to fash eccentric.
Enjoy.
Every once in a while, I feel the necessity to encourage people to write and record a memory or two. I often suggest this to friends and I receive a variety of responses:
“I’m not a writer.”
“Nothing interesting has happened in my life.”
“No one would be interested in reading anything I could write.”
“I’m uncomfortable revealing incidents from my life.”
“I don’t have the time.”
“I wouldn’t know what to write about.”
I have answers for each of the above. If you know how to talk, you know how to write. Everyone has something interesting and insightful to document for family members to read sometime in the future. And it doesn’t have to be anything too personal. As to having time–if you have time to read or watch television, you can steal a half hour to write. And what to write? Write about anything you think your children or grandchildren might like to know about you. For instance:
Where did you meet your spouse?
When was your first kiss? With who?
What were your parents like?
Tell about your favorite vacation.
What country would you visit if you could?
Remembering is a good thing. I’m not the only one who thinks so.
This from an article in O Magazine
Writing memoir is a way to figure out who you used to be and how you got to be who you are.
From Barefoottech in Australia
“When my Father was dying of cancer he started to write about his life. I longed for him to be able to record all of his experiences. Sadly, he only wrote a fraction of it, but I treasure to this day the bit he did accomplish. However, there is so much I wish I could ask, and can’t. Now I’m older I want to know more.”
Whatever memories or knowledge you may have, write them down. Her grandfather was a brilliant gardener, but unfortunately none of his tips were passed on.
In the July/August issue of the AARP magazine, there is an excellent article about memoirs, Everyone Has a Story to Tell. I agree.
Is there any reason why you can’t go out and buy a notebook? If it’s sitting on a table or a desk, maybe you’ll be moved to write something in it.
I attended my very first BlogHer Conference this past weekend with my daughter, Catherine. In addition to meeting so many kind and wonderful bloggers, who helped me immensely, particularly Victoria, and gathering more information about blogging than I ever knew existed, I found lots of fun in places I didn’t expect. I even had a private chat with Gina Ravera from The Closer, a favorite program of mine. But there were other things, too.
Did you know the BlogHer attendees had the use of a Macy’s personal shopper? Lisa Stone told me about this shopping privilege the first night I met her and I decided to see what it would feel like to have someone do the walking for me. As it happened, I did need another piece of luggage, so I had Marguerite, my personal shopper, take a look around Macy’s for me. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find what I was looking for, but for 20 short minutes, I had my very own personal shopper.
Then there was my Wii experience. People had been telling me about this new gameware for some months, but I never actually saw one. No more. I had a chance to use Wii at the conference and I must say I did a pretty wicked hula hoop. (When I say wicked, I do not mean it in a good way. I was hopelessly terrible.)
I also had an experience with the Westin Hotel’s electrician. When I returned to my room each evening, I sat in the easy chair to read a book. On Saturday night, the floor lamp wasn’t working, so I called for the electrician. I was already in my nightgown by then, so I wrapped myself in the plush white robe supplied by the hotel. When the electrician arrived carrying a fresh lightbulb, I pointed him to the correct lamp. He looked at it, stooped over and plugged it in. He was good enough not to make any remark as he left. He just smiled and said, “All fixed now.”
My biggest blooper of all happened at the Open Space portion of the conference. I asked a woman if she had enjoyed the conference. She very graciously answered, “Yes.” A few moments later, my daughter informed me that Elisa wasn’t an attendee, she organized the conference. I was talking to Elisa Camahort. (In my defense, she wasn’t wearing a name badge and I hadn’t seen her close up before.)
Catherine and I spent a glorious day on Monday touring with Laurie. The perfect ending to a perfect weekend.
The BlogHer Conference was a real eye-opener for me. I worried that I might feel out of place with all the young bloods, but there was a contingent of Seniors and Boomers in attendance and I was thrilled to make new connections with them. I walked away from the conference invigorated and inspired to create a community for seniors who are blogging. The community is only partially finished, but I’m open for any and all suggestions. Please feel free to join me.
BlogHer ‘08 was possibly the best conference I ever attended. Thanks for the memories.
These are things I have been doing to ease the pain of high gas prices, high food prices and the devaluation of the dollar.
Some of these things, I’ve always done. I started as a youngster, because my mother insisted on most of these conservation rules. Even when gas prices were $.50 a gallon, my mom was plotting her shopping course, never backtracking, always hitting her errands on a pre-ordained route. Consequently, I’ve always done that myself.
Jeez, do you believe gas was ever $.50 a gallon?
Do you have any other ideas I can use to stretch my dollar?