I promised myself this morning that I would write today. Now it is almost 10PM, and I am ready to connect with the bed. A promise is a promise, so here goes.
Books are great friends! That sounds trite, I know, but without them the days would be incomplete. Many of you know that I usually have three going at the same time. It is like having a chocolate sundae, mashed potatoes, or cherry pie. You want each of those items but not all the time. That is the reason I need to have different books. Right now it is CANTERBURY TALES,HOUSE, and NIGHT TRAIN TO LISBON. I love each one but not as a steady diet. Lucky me to have the time to read. Taking on years isn't all bad.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Different Connections
Talk about being slow on the job, that's me. Where does the time go? The new morning arrives, and before I know it the clock says it is time to put the head down on the pillow. There are too many connections at this point.I love being connected to the president of the art auxiliary that I belong to. She is a tremendous help to me on all the treasury stuff. How is a writer supposed to know how to add and subtract and keep financial records? There is no way that I can do it--but I try.
People say that to grow old gracefully and to live to a ripe age one should have something to do each day and to constantly make new friends. The new friends should be young ones,too, because the old ones sometimes decide to leave this earth.I do become tired of some of this advice and really go my own way and make my own choices.
The connections that fill me with joy are the ones I have with many of my grandchildren. How can a grandmother not feel loved when the telephone rings and a voice says,"Mutti, can I come over and spend the day with you? Maybe you can help me with some sewing, but mostly I just want to hang out." What great happiness and well being I feel after a day spent with a sweet 25 year old who is so pretty, so smart and so loving. That is a real connection. I don't ever want to untie the knot.
Now I hope some one will read this and feel good about their life, for life truly is the greatest.
People say that to grow old gracefully and to live to a ripe age one should have something to do each day and to constantly make new friends. The new friends should be young ones,too, because the old ones sometimes decide to leave this earth.I do become tired of some of this advice and really go my own way and make my own choices.
The connections that fill me with joy are the ones I have with many of my grandchildren. How can a grandmother not feel loved when the telephone rings and a voice says,"Mutti, can I come over and spend the day with you? Maybe you can help me with some sewing, but mostly I just want to hang out." What great happiness and well being I feel after a day spent with a sweet 25 year old who is so pretty, so smart and so loving. That is a real connection. I don't ever want to untie the knot.
Now I hope some one will read this and feel good about their life, for life truly is the greatest.
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