Friday, July 24, 2009
The other day I linked across a few blogs that I had not seen before. One blog caught my eye, since it was from my old stomping grounds. They had a sidebar link to a local TV station website, where I stumbled across a news article about an accident victim. Time stopped as I recognized the name of an old friend’s husband. As we now live in a time where land phones are becoming scarce I have not been able to locate a number to call. I cannot drive there for the services so I feel somewhat displaced and helpless. I will send a letter of condolences, of course, while wishing I could be there.
Several names from the past have been popping into my mind today. This weekend I’ll be sending out emails and making phone calls to say hello to old friends.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Soooooo, to try to get through all this monetary mess I’ve joined the Buy Nothing Challenge for August 2009 on Crunchy Chicken’s blog. As of midnight July 31st, participants can only buy absolutely necessary items, including food (i.e. not fast food). I’ve done something like this before on my own, but never out in public, for the entire world to see! I’ll check in and post results on her blog as well as here.
Today I’ll attend my final rummage sale before padlocking my purse. After that, I may end up playing solitaire online for amusement. :)
Up for a challenge?
Friday, July 17, 2009
Five years ago I decided to move closer to my elderly mother, so I could be of help to her. This 300 mile relocation involved selling the condo I had, buying a new one, packing, finding a new job, and all the other nuisances that happen when you move. Even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I hesitated for almost three years because I felt I wasn’t ready. When I decided to go through with it, it happened like a charm. One condo sold, the other purchased, notice given at work, moved, and three weeks after that I had a new job. It was as if someone opened all the right doors for me.(*)
Many other times in my life I’ve felt as if I have a Guardian Angel, possibly my father, who watches over me. So if that’s you, Dad, helping someOne up there, thank you. I love you, too.
* In this current housing and employment fiasco I may not have been so lucky, which makes me believe even more that this was pre-planned for me.
Monday, July 13, 2009
As one of the millions of packrats out there, I scout sales and freebies for pieces of past eras. One of my favorite items is luggage. I think of the 1960’s airlines stewardesses with carefully coiffed hairstyles and little neckscarves, or someone like Audrey Hepburn with a makeup case. I try to imagine all that was in that case: face powder, mascara, lipstick, hairbrush and comb, curlers, and maybe one of those bonnets to wear over your hair in the shower? Whatever was in there was important because it was a carry-on case. Go to any church rummage sale and you’ll still find these old luggage pieces, sometimes even an old steamer trunk that crossed the ocean on a long voyage. These were made to withstand being tossed and stacked by baggage handlers, unlike the lightweight and easily replaceable cloth suitcases we use today.