LIFE IS TOO SHORT
Nancy and Wendy were quibbling
about when they were going to meet.
Then there was lively discussion
about where they were going to eat.
By the end of the conversation
tempers began to flare.
Nancy fumed and blurted out
"let's not go anywhere!"
They stopped talking to one another.
Several months slid by,
and two old friends grew distant.
Neither could say just why.
We should be wiser as we get older
I do believe, and I exhort:
Let's not sweat the small stuff....
Life is just TOO short.
We all know of friends and family that are estranged. Perhaps it has even affected you. Oftentimes, when you ask about the cause of the estrangement, the parties can't even recall!
I was motivated to clean out my closet this week. Although I know my weight has fluctuated throughout the years, I was still stunned to discover the variety of sizes represented. I also confirmed why Ann Taylor is my favorite...they really do mark their sizes generously! I will buy anything there just because I can go down a size every time.
I remember my Auntie Chickie's medicine cabinet. It was so filled with prescription drugs it looked like a pharmacy. I didn't understand. Well, the years have passed and I am beginning to understand all too well!
Many of my subscribers are aware that I am facing health challenges. Nevertheless, I still believe that laughter really is the best medicine and the blog must go on! If you have ever spent the night tossing and turning in bed as I have been doing lately, you may identify with the following experience.
I am pretty sure I am not alone in wishing, from time to time, that we could see into our futures. I have several friends that love to go to psychics. I have resisted that temptation. However, I do confess to the occasional urge.
It is impossible to encapsulate the value of friendship. Many have tried. This week's post is my humble effort. There truly are no words.
As we transition to Spring, it seems as though the flu, colds of every sort and generally yucchy stuff need to make their last hurrah. Nowhere is this more evident than when I am trapped on a plane and the inevitable happens.
Is it only me? Any stories out there?
It was one of those days. We lost phone service and even though we mostly rely on our cell phones, it disrupted other services in the house and we really needed it to be restored. Thus began the odyssey.
Any stories to share?
I have become my mother. I remember laughing at her as she ran back in the house, often several times, to retrieve things she forgot to take along before she took off in the car. Well, look who's not laughing now!