Don't Forget the Old Girls

I love the saying, "Grandmas are just antique little girls". It's true! Even though we're getting a little long in the tooth, we can still have fun. In fact, we have more fun because we're no longer stressed from raising children and husbands, balancing the budget and working inside and outside the home. If your golden years aren't tarnished by ill health, they can be considered your award for a life well lived.

An Older Miss Muffet

Most older folks have a cuddly little dog or a playful cat or a talkative bird as a pet. They offer companionship and encourage mobility. Unconditional love is a fact of life. Well, a woman in our park has a spider who has covered her kitchen window with its web and she considers it a pet, even feeds it flies! I suppose there are some advantages to befriending a desert spider---no expensive food, no vet visits, no midnight walks. Personally, the only pet I need is my husband!

Love

Every day should be Valentine's Day. The world certainly could use more love! Too much energy is expended on waging wars, seizing power and accumulating fortunes at the expense of others. Just imagine the consequences if that energy were used in the pursuit of love---no murder, no poverty, no starving children. Respect and trust would reign supreme. You can't buy love but you can give it away. God expects us to love each other--evidently too tall an order for mere humans! Spread some love today....

Rain or Snow?

When we were young, we were told to save for a rainy day. Well, we did and came to the desert southwest because of the dry sunny days. Unfortunately, it seems that this has become the winter of moisture. At 2 AM this morning we were awakened by a rare thunderstorm dumping buckets of rain. Who can sleep with a cacophony of strange sounds on the roof of an RV? We are thankful, however, that we're not in the midwest or on the east coast. Personally, I think that God has buried Washington, D.C. in snow to remind the politicians to chill out!

Keep on Howling

The DH reached the ripe old age of 78 a couple of weeks ago but you'd never know it. He's still very active playing bean bags, horseshoes and pool several times a week. Age shouldn't be counted in years, but in the way you feel. I've known 30 year olds that were old and 90 year olds that were young. We've both been blessed with good health, the best gift anyone could receive. My dear husband can still howl at the moon, even when it's blue. Keep howling, Honey!

Lettuce Leaves

Living in agricultural country for 6 months of the year has become a way of life. We're no longer surprised by remains of romaine on a city street or by witnessing a case of leaf lettuce launch itself from a flat bed. Lemons bounce around like little yellow tennis balls as they leave the truck and spill out onto a country road. Fields and groves are periodically flooded, giving the illusion of flowing water in an arid land. A miracle happens before our eyes as the desert produces an abundance of vegetables, a plethora of vitamins ready to nourish the masses.

Are You Psychic?

I've always been a fan of Sylvia Browne and have read most of her books, so you can imagine my excitement when I discovered that she was appearing just a few miles away in California. Of course, there was no chance that the DH would go with me and I didn't want to go alone. Then on the morning of the show, synchronicity took over, a friend got us tickets and we rode over with another couple. Since we bought our tickets so late, we were seated in the very last row of a vast auditorium and Sylvia looked like a miniature on the stage. Thank heaven large TV screens were scattered above the audience so we could see and hear her quite well. After her lecture, Sylvia began to draw ticket stubs and guess what---she drew mine! I was allowed to approach the stage, greet her and ask her a question. (About half-way through the line, I realized that my image would be on that TV screen, seen by over a thousand people!) I told her I loved her work and was thrilled to be there, then asked if there were spirits around me. She described my maternal grandfather to a "T". I can't help but feel that I was supposed to be there, since I was able to go at the last minute and was given the privilege of meeting her face to face....life is a series of pleasant surprises!