Friday, March 03, 2017
Sounds like just the right winter to decide not to go to "our" village in Mexico, eh? "Winter's are so mild now, maybe we should take a year off and hang out more here with our friends..."
While I am grousing here a little, and I do actually dislike winter (sorry Gfid), it does have the effect of bringing the town together - whether to complain about the city plowing job, play hooky at work and hit the ski hill...or just something dependable to talk about at the coffee shop. Weather R Us.
Sunday, February 05, 2017
Shine a light in the dark friends...and enjoy being together
Here's something I love:
by Vaclav Havel
Hope is a state of mind, not a state of the world
Either we have hope within us or we don’t.
Hope is not a prognostication—it’s an orientation of the spirit.
You can’t delegate that to anyone else.
Hope in this deep and powerful sense is not the same as joy
when things are going well,
or the willingness to invest in enterprises
that are obviously headed for early success,
but rather an ability to work for something to succeed.
Hope is definitely NOT the same as optimism.
It’s not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense,
regardless of how it turns out.
It is hope, above all, that gives us strength to live
and to continually try new things,
even in conditions that seem as hopeless as ours do, here and now.
In the face of this absurdity, life is too precious a thing
to permit its devaluation by living pointlessly, emptily,
without meaning, without love, and, finally, without hope.
Thursday, January 05, 2017
Cutting the Facebook Cord
I will come back to my blog again more often I think. In any case, here I am at the beginning of 2017...
One big thing in 2016. My mother died in November, at 90 years old and with lots of time with family in her final months. I was with her the last week each day and was there with brother Monty for her final breaths. It was moving, profound and something every human will experience in some way (the departing, not the witnessing).
I find myself reaching for the phone...and then have a sinking feeling that she's gone. So I talk to her in my mind. She was a wonderful human...good, generous, witty, forgiving, smart and even stylish. Here's a photo from a couple of months before her death.
That's it for now...more to come.
Wednesday, June 03, 2015
I even set my computer passwords to a declining-to-retirement phrase and number. Well, here I am working a lot and not seeing away to slow down much, let alone stop. There are lots of reasons why - all related to economics or lifestyle, and there is also a sense that it's just harder to get by in these days of high-priced real estate and cheese (and many other things).
So I work on consulting contracts that appeal to me (mostly), balance it with vacations and time with family...and figure I'm fortunate to be in my 60's and have all that I have. I suspect I won't be 'not-working' anytime soon...
Some of that work takes me north these days - the photo is from Old Hazelton, a little place I was in for 10 days recently.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
2015 - who'd a thought it?
Mark Twain did a nice job of describing how I sometimes feel:
"I am aware that I am very old now; but I am also aware that I have never been so young as I am now, in spirit, since I was fourteen and entertained Jim Wolf with the wasps. I am only able to perceive that I am old by a mental process; I am altogether unable to feel old in spirit. It is a pity, too, for my lapses from gravity must surely often be a reproach to me. When I am in the company of very young people I always feel that I am one of them, and they probably privately resent it."
Anyhow, all this by way of saying I'm still here, as in alive on the planet and also as a sometimes blogger, who uses facebook a lot more these days. Now I'll poke around your blogs and see what's up!
Photo by Zoey - summer 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Here is is if you'd like a listen.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Time flies (whatever you're doing)
I think if one is fortunate enough to live a long life, there are clearly stages somewhat defined by age. The middle age years do bring about reflection and angst for many. The 50's seem to be a time of moving to comfort with oneself (hopefully) and I am now in my 60's and in many ways I do feel at one with my place on the turning orb of Earth.
Now if only I had more time to read, gaze at the mountains, stroll the abandoned track bed, coffee with friends regularly, rant like a madman on certain issues, travel the globe with Anna and more...that would be nice.