How wacky am I, right? Implying that September is the beginning of the new year. Follow me here: I think it is an even better time to make plans for productivity than the real start of the new year. Let me explain…
I admit it – I’m an online scrabble junkie. I’ve been playing Words with Friends (WWF) developed by Zynga, for over eight years. I have many games going with people from around the world…
It’s every parent’s worst nightmare. You’re sitting in your living room, waiting for your child to come home. They’re 5 minutes late. Then 15. Then the panic sets in.
As parents, we wanted to do everything we could to protect our kids from our own imagined fears. If we could have surrounded them in bubble-wrap and assigned them bodyguards, we would have.
But, since our kids would never let us get away with that, we did the next best thing. We nagged, bribed, threatened and cajoled them. We told them, in a hundred different ways, “Don’t talk to strangers.” Then, we hoped for the best.
“I don’t need it. I don’t want it. I’m not gonna buy it.” Say it three times and walk away. Say it and feel fabulous. You’re a part of a new anti-consumerism movement that will help you feel like a millionaire.
Summer’s over. It’s back to school time (well for other people) – perfectly suitable to get down to some fall photo cleaning. A friend of mine used to say, “Why do today what can easily be put off until tomorrow?”
Many women I talk to say that creativity and self-expression is something they cannot live without, and that perhaps it has become even more important in their life as they age. How do you express yourself? And how do you incorporate creativity in your daily life?
So it’s Autumn, season of mists and something somethings, as the poet says. (No, he doesn’t but that’s the best I can do).
It is therefore time for this creaky post 60 writer to think about drawing up my list of new year resolutions.
On the surface, living on a cruise ship sounds like heaven. Just imagine. It’s 7am and you are awoken by the sunrise and the sounds of sea birds. You stretch, throw on a robe and make your way to your balcony. Moments later, your husband returns with two cappuccinos and a carafe of fresh orange juice.
Do you attend class reunions or avoid them? I have friends who regularly organize class reunions and other friends who wouldn’t go even if they were paid to attend. I’ve been on both sides – eagerly attending some reunions and dismissing others.
At the first stage of retirement, the transition stage, it is sometimes difficult to remember what day of the week it is when you wake up. For me, my pill box is my first reminder! A friend once told me that retirement meant that every day was Saturday.