My eldest brother is currently traveling through England to visit and document my mother’s side of the family. It’s been an interesting trip, via emailed photographs, of familial homes both impressive and modest, from Devon, the original homestead, now in ruins, all the way to Northumberland and South Shields.
I'm Just Saying
Positively wiggling with excitement, not unlike the terriers at dinnertime, Paul, hunter-gatherer that he is, came bursting through the front door with the prey he had tracked all the way to Costco.
As I celebrate yet another trip around the sun in the next week, it is my hope that, if nothing else, I’ve picked up various scraps of wisdom that is supposedly the trade-off for crows feet and that one, odd hair that...
My mother once told me, while vigorously polishing the silver, that when she had last traveled to England to visit her own mother, she had watched her settle down upon the sofa and was horrified to hear her remark, with much feeling: “A nice cup of tea and something good on the telly. What more could one want?”
Here’s the deal: if you’re going to be “nekkid” and take what could end up potentially being agonizingly embarrassing photographs of yourself, you really can’t be too surprised when they end up in the hands of others.
Or a few million others.
One of my dear friends, divorced for eons, has just done something I think is tremendously brave.
She went out on a date.
And from what I understand, it went so well that a subsequent meal is planned.
I’m ever so happy for her and, girlishly, look forward to the next report.
In the past week I’ve been asked if I knew Robin Williams.
Did I work with him? Yes. Have I been to his home for a meal? Yes. Bowling? Yes. Did I drop him off at places in my old, banger car so he wouldn’t be followed and recognized? Yes.
It’s not that I’m saying I’m the world’s best speller.
You really have to wonder what the world’s coming to these days. If it’s not violence in the Middle East or Putin beating his chest with aggressive military maneuverings in a vain attempt to appear taller, people in our own country seem willing to so easily descend into violence over a disagreement.
It’s very possible one can develop a feeling of apathy regarding the security of their home and belongings here in the country.
Guilty as charged.