Monthly Archives: September 2012

60 is the new 45

Last weekend, four lifelong girlfriends reminded me how fast time flies.

Theda, Linda, Karen and Janet drove to chez moi from near and far-ish for our third reunion in 41 years. I know, we could have done a bit better than that but maybe that’s why we’re still friends. Although, I doubt that.

We’re still friends because when you’ve known each other as long as we have, we simply pick up where we left off. No, we don’t show up with pom-pom in our mitts. We show up with our favorite foods, beverages and family photos.

More than that, we show up with our best selves. We shared grade school friends, memories, values. We shared the same about high school. Took turns talking about our kids and grandkids – well, their kids and grandkids, my nieces/nephews and their children. (Can you spot us? We’re in there!)

We’ve shared weddings, births and deaths over the years. Hard stuff. Good stuff.

How did we ever get this group together in the first place? I think it was Theda’s doing. She was a class officer, after all! And a great reunion organizer.

Lincoln Park was the location – my apartment on Wrightwood. It was so long ago, they must not have invented cameras because we don’t have one photo. Needless to say we were all gorgeous then 🙂 and probably 30.

Turning 40 called for another celebration. This time in Michigan City, IN.

Beach beauties at 40-ish.

We brought our favorite foods, beverages, jammies and stories. And weren’t we just the beach beauties then!

Time marched on to the beat of a high school drumline – giving us with grandchildren, some medical issues, a few pounds and one or two laugh lines.

Our PJ party last Saturday reminded us of our special connections – being raised Catholic, three of us sharing a grade school, all of us in at least Pom-Pons together (we also overlapped in choir, Girls Athletic Club. (But I think they were all smart enough to steer clear of Latin Club – Io Saturnalia!)

It was great fun. So nice to be connected to such wonderful women.





Fall in love with an easy green stew

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It’s time to celebrate the Autumnal Equinox. That’s right, it Falls tomorrow morning. Here in Hoosierland it’s cool, cloudy and a good weekend to fill the kitchen with the fragrance of a hearty stew. I’m entertaining some high school girlfriends … Continue reading

How thoughts become things

WordScarab journals dating from 2003. Before that, I kept notes on scraps.

Rarely do I go back and read my morning journals – there’s a good 10 years of  wanderings – but while writing this morning and watching the sunlight grow over my front door something occurred to me.

When did I find this house?

This current journal launched 13.2.11 – I was still in New Mexico.

The Calais house was on the market but I had no clue about when I would move, where in Indiana I’d go, how my new home would look. I picked up the journal and flipped through until I found this list. It described this house to a T.

“Must have been after I saw it – I was listing its’ features,” that’s what I thought until I checked the page heading.

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It was a month before I set foot in the house. At least 10 days prior to my realtor sending the listing. I envisioned this house before I saw it. In short, I got what I wanted – and so much more.


We are capable of manifesting our desires, our thoughts. Whatever they may be.

Once while riding my bike in a Norman, OK neighborhood, I found myself having to ride on a new curb because the streets weren’t yet poured. And rode right into a hole in the cement – about the size of a dollar bill.

I knew I would. I saw it coming and I predicted it.

“I’m going to ride into that hole. I’m going to ride into that hole!”

Blam! Splat! Over the handle bars and into the rocks – I still have the scar on my knee. Wow. I’m good.

Now, if I spotted the hole and noted plenty of room to ride around it, I would have. I’m sure.

Who was it who said, “Whether you think you can or you can’t, you’re right?”

I think it was Lincoln. Please check me on this.

You know, you are what you eat. Well, you’re also what you think.

Are you negative? Oh, it’s not you! Maybe other people are negative and you are able to see that all the time. Continue reading

Any sleep tips for this finely tuned machine?

Closing my eyes 'real tight' doesn't make sleep come any faster.

Ugh – I throw back another gulp of half-caf as I write this. I nearly got out of bed at 1:40 this morning to blog but decided to try reading science fiction instead.

Anything to get back to sleep.

After two aspirin to calm the nerve firing in my hip and two Calms Forte when the aspirin seemed fail, coupled with some Carl Sagan – I must have fallen back asleep sometime after two. Only to be awakened at 5:45 by my houndy-lab’s bark. Protecting our house from the paper boy. Thaaanks, puppy.

My body is locked into a pattern of sleeplessness. It’s been about – oh – 10 days maybe. Maybe eight.

I joke with friends.

“This is a finely-tuned machine, ya know. I’ve got to pay attention to what I eat, do, say or it will act up one way or another.”

It’s no joke.

Our bodies are finely-tuned machines and each of us must know the Owner’s Manual inside and out.

Of course, the manual gets regular updates. And we don’t  always know when the new information is downloaded. Wouldn’t it be nice to plug into a diagnostic computer.

“Well, the printout shows the last Batman movie you saw was more disturbing than you thought. The tenderloin you enjoyed at the wedding coupled with an extra glass of wine played havoc with your digestion. Apparently you forgot to pay Verizon because that bill is lingering in the back of your mind. Remember to gas up before driving to that client meeting in Chicago. And, and, and …”  Continue reading