It occurred to me the other day that right now, in my life, I have no one who makes me feel special.
Family, husband, junior, friends – no one says to me, “Sharole, you are special. You have unique talents and gifts and what you do with them is very special. You should go forth and use them more often.” Continue reading
So with the close of my 50th birthday year celebration, it’s time to see how I did on my 50 – 50 list. Although I only made it to 41 items in total.
The list has changed very slightly during the course of the year.
I’ve taken a few items off since they no longer seem necessary for celebration. A few items had to be added because they were simply too good not to give ‘em a try. Continue reading
I got a call from a long lost friend. It was perfect timing, I had just come in the door.
As soon as I heard his voice, I knew who it was. Agent J. I hadn’t heard from him in over 5 years, maybe more. And there he was on the other end of the line calling from the other side of the world.
He and I have been friends for decades. Not bosom buddy types but the kind that when we get together it’s like we just saw each other last week. His dad and my dad were buddies which is how we became friends. Continue reading
“I don’t want to die and fade away and be forgotten,” cried my little man. “Now it’s too late and I’ll never do anything great.” All I could do was hug him.
I know that feeling. Continue reading
Today I took my heavy overcoat off and walked to the bus. The Japanese plum tree on the boulevard was in full bloom. The only time of the year it looks nice. Spring had arrived. Continue reading
I’ve walked past his house many times over the years. It’s on the way to a store I frequent. In the spring and summer, his front yard is full of flowers. It’s in stark contrast to all the carefully manicured lawns around him.
All these years I’ve enjoyed the garden during every season yet I’ve never seen the person or people who inhabit this house. Until today. Today, I met Norman.
I was standing in front of his house, admiring the field of poppy plants springing up amongst the hyacinths and daffodils. “Spring is on the way!” he said. “And isn’t it grand!” I replied. Continue reading
It isn’t often that it snows on the damp coast but when it does, I absolutely love it.
Okay, logistics of driving and dealing with buffoons without snow tires aside, snow turns the dark grey of winter into something far more bearable. Continue reading
So here I sit on a grey, dull December day, half way through my fiftieth year.
And I’m feeling as grey as the weather.
I’ve done absolutely nothing for a month. Nothing in the fitness department, nothing off the 50 / 50 list, nothing on either of my web pages. Nothing except feeling depressed and playing computer games. The only thing I’ve gained is weight. Continue reading
