Laughing through the changes and accepting what life has for me after retirement. My elevator might be going down, but I plan to get off on every floor, even if it's just for plumbing supplies.
We are finally having some April showers and the flowers and I are doing OK
I am not much of a "newsy" as listening to all the terrible things that are happening in the world can really get you down. I do keep up with things through the Internet, as that way I can pick and choose what I think I need to know. This morning something caught my eye. " Guide dog calls cops when blind woman attacked."This I had to read, even more so because it was a local story.
Today At 8 am, it was reported that a blind woman told police that her dog alerted 911 after she was attacked by a home invader earlier in the morning. The owner of the house, a 54 year old woman, told police a suspect broke into her home, choked her and then threw her down a flight of stairs. She said that her seeing-eye dog used a special device to call 911. They were questioning the woman to see if she could give a description of the perpetrator. (Didn't they say that the woman is blind?). The dog was remaining mum on the issue.
The news people are going ape over this wonderful animal story. However, me thinks there might be more to this than meets the eye (pun intended).
I love the color blue, and yellow makes me feel good. Hubby is more into browns and greys. I try to look at the bright side of life and to always have hope, but for my husband, that is a dangerous thing. "Never count on anything Arleen, he will say, because crap can and will happen. Prepare yourself for the worst and then, if by a miracle, things turn out well, you will be happier."' I can tell you that he is contented being this way, it is comfortable for him, and his perception of life and living with caution fulfills him.
My perception is that everyday you start out with a blank page and you write your own story- whatever the circumstances; that most people are good, but be wise with your judgement; that the world is round and time comes around for us all; that the innocence of children is beautiful, and that old souls can be remarkable. I have learned that maybe not everything is possible, but that does not mean you shouldn't try, that chocolate is good for you and a glass of fine wine in the evening is delightful.
I got some wonderful news a little while ago, and I am doing better than OK
I had planned on doing a post on "joy" today. It was not going to be about the big things in life, but rather, those small happenings that come our way - you know, like finding one more French fry in your McDonald's bag after you thought they were all gone. It was to be about simple, ordinary incidents that cause us to smile and make our day a little more brighter.
However, I just got an e-mail from someone close to me who has been going through some difficult health problems. Today, the doctors gave her a thumbs up. This is a biggy. This is all-out-joy, wrapped up in a big sterling silver bow. I am doing my happy dance.
So never take life for granted, never give up hope, enjoy what you have and sing out loud.
I was going to change my header picture today, but I think I will keep that bluebird of happiness around for just a little bit longer..
The ants have left the building and I am doing OK.
Amy Saia, http://thatamysaia.blogspot.com/, a very talented writer, singer and all around nice person.wrote a post recently which included an old Bill Cosby album detailing his childhood experiences listening to "scary" programs on the radio. It was so funny and it made me remember running from the room in fear while my parents sat closely around the radio listening to The Shadow on Sunday evenings. Oh, how the radio could spur the imagination and take you in like no other medium. The voices, the music, the sound effects, all put you right inside the story. You were a part of the drama and you felt every little bump in the night.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
The Shadow knows. . . . .
Years ago my mom recounted the story to me of the famous Orson Welles' narration of the radio broadcast of "War of the Worlds". For those of you who are unfamiliar with this, it happened in 1938 on Halloween night. The 60 minute broadcast of the H.G. Wells's novel was presented as news bulletins on The Mercury Theater on the Air and described how aliens had invaded New Jersey. It was only announced twice that this was a docudrama, once at the beginning and the other near the end. There were no commercial breaks which made it seem all the more real and as people turned their radios on to that station, they believed that the Martians had landed and we were at war. There are tales of panic and people running from their homes. Fifty-five minutes into it, Welles' reminded the listeners that the broadcast was a Halloween presentation, and then anger ensued. My mom never admitted that she was one of the victims, but she did tell me that my grandfather was very upset by the whole matter. The outrage over this incident was played up by the news media ( which at that time was only the newspapers) in order to disparage the radio industry which was their only competition.
In this year of a presidential election, we are having our own War of the Worlds or even more suitable, War of the Words. Frightening things will be said, monsters will be created, and this docudrama will be played out 24 hours a day until November. Lordy, lordy, it's time to panic and head for the hills, but really, is there anyplace to hide? Those political telemarketers will find you, no matter what. I'd rather the Martians land.
April came with the March winds blowing, and I am doing OK.
April is the time when my spirit rises, my enthusiasm knows no equal, and I am moving, moving, moving. This year, when spring came early, my get up and go, got up and walked out the door. I can't get myself going, and I think my new "manana" way of life may have done me in. I need a spark to get that engine going and surprisingly, the good weather is not doing it for me. This time last year, I was walking 5 to 6 miles a day, now, getting out of bed is an effort. Once up at 5:30, I am now still in bed at 8:30 unless I have something important to do. The only days I feel alive and with a purpose are when I go to my volunteer job, but my everyday chores around the house are really getting on my nerves. Nothing there is very fulfilling. My house is full of woodwork and molding, so lately, I have been painting it all, as it has been years and the white has become rather dull and knocked up. However, painting white on white is not really creative and who ever notices a white wall repainted white. Also, incredibly, I have lost that loving feeling for my super duper floor steamer. Can one imagine that! No, I think I need another passion. Since Brad Pitt is already taken, I am going to have to explore other opportunities.
Maybe I should order a case of 5 Hour Energy Drinks and then gulp them down like a drunken sailor. What happens though at the 6th hour?
