I know this meme is essentially about black women, but that green square brought up unexpected emotion for me.
We’ve Come a Long Way, Baby
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Chick Flicks for Valentine’s Day
For years, The Husband and I had a movie for every holiday (The Quiet Man for St. Patrick’s Day, Independence Day for the Fourth of July, etc.), which we seem to have let fall by the wayside in the last few years. But our Valentine’s movie was always Roxanne, Steve Martin’s take on Cyrano de Bergerac. It will always have my heart because it’s funny and smart and, ya know, Steve Martin.
Slowing Down – But Not in a Bad Way
The Husband and I are trying to get consistent in our nightly walking. We tend to go in spurts, being Good Doobies for months, then getting waylaid by rain or Santa Ana’s (wind conditions) or cold (yes, it goes into the 40’s in So Cal) (and yes, we’re weather wimps). We also do various floor and strength exercises because we want to keep active and healthy for as long as we can. It’s probably more important now than ever.
I also go through my meditation phases. When the least little thing sets me off like a rocket and I’m constantly tense, I know it’s time to light a candle, sit cross legged on the floor and get myself quiet. I think meditation is highly individualized and we should find our own method to give ourselves the peace we need.
Betty White’s Big Secret
I believe in the afterlife, Heaven, whatever you want to call it. I believe that there is more than just this life and time we live on earth. But fear of the unknown, the bane of all introverts times a million, has always tinged the notion of The Great Beyond with anxiety and dread for me, like a party where you haven’t seen the guest list and there isn’t a clear dress code.
So, when I read an article about Betty White recently, this excerpt gave me an excellent framework for upgrading the way I feel about continuing the journey.
Continue reading “Betty White’s Big Secret”My iPhone 13 Saga
5G
A simple number and letter. That cost me a ridiculous amount of money, buying a new iPhone 13. It had to be a 12 or 13 to be able to access the new 5G when 3G goes the way of dinosaurs, tv tubes and Howard Johnson restaurants. Maybe I could have gotten away with something a little cheaper but I figured if I get top of the line now, I won’t have to buy another for a very long time. Yeah, yeah, I know—in technology time, that’s probably 3-5 years, if I’m lucky…
The graphic on my home screen.
Irreplaceable Martin Luther King Jr.
When I think about the 1960’s, it brings back memories of death and funerals.
I was 11 years old when the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed in Memphis. I would have sworn I was watching The Girl from U.N.C.L.E on a black and white tv in my room but it turns out it was probably The Flying Nun, which just illustrates my faulty recollection. I also thought his was the funeral that involved a train journey but no, that was RFK a few months later.
Thoughts About A New Year
Honestly, after the last two crap fest years, I really don’t want to say anything to jinx 2022.
Two years ago, the prospect of 2020 and its clear vision of normalcy with a little travel thrown in, began with a late December 2019 trip to Texas, taking a train from San Antonio to Houston for Christmas at NASA. March 4, 2020, found us on a day trip to San Diego on Amtrak, wondering how worried we should be about a virus we’d heard about lately. Nine days later, we were locked down. The Husband didn’t work for months, while I was lucky enough to work from home. In hindsight, the word for 2020 would be Uncertainty.
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