That flashed me back to my childhood! My kids prefer a dip in the river, but I was raised on sprinklers and splash pads. Give me a kiddie pool and mister, and I'm a happy camper!
Love the pictures and can totally identify with the fried brain syndrome. I have so much catching up to do--reading and writing-wise, but it's so tempting to just sit like a slug in front of the fan or run off to spend the day at the lake. ;)
I was looking at the pictures on my laptop, searching for some whimsical or thoughtful picture to post for Wordless Wednesday. What I found was this- Perhaps it's time for a 12 Step Program.
The last few months, every time I thought about my birthday, I thought about turning 55. Then, one day I realized–I AM 55. What? I’ve never minded my age, never feared getting older. But this whole nope-you’re-already-55-you’ll-be-56 has thrown me for a loop. So, what does one do when they feel like they’ve lost a year? How do you celebrate a birthday? What do you do with this year? I’ve pondered this during the last week, wondering about goals or a theme word for the year. Then, while mindlessly scrolling Instagram reels I saw a clip from an interview with Brene Brown and Oprah. Brene was talking about vulnerability and joy. She told a story about a man who said he was always afraid of the joy-filled moments because he was waiting for something bad to happen. So, he stayed ‘in the middle’, never being too joyful so that if something bad happened, he was ready. If something good happened, it was a nice surprise. Then, in his 60’s he and his wife were in an accident and his wife was
Last weekend I went out with some friends. Beautiful, intelligent, caring women who have recently become a part of my life. I'd been looking forward to this night for weeks . We met, we hugged, we gushed over how good it was to be together again. We sat and in-between talking, ordered, and, somehow consumed, good food. We caught up on our lives and discussed future plans-new homes, campaigns, travel and children. It was glorious. Simply glorious. At the end of the night, as we began, reluctantly, to say our good-byes, everyone whipped out their phones for pictures. We flashed and snapped our happy faces. And, after this amazing evening, with women who clearly care for me and who I am , I looked at the picture and cringed. "Ugh. My hair looks so dumb." I resisted the urge to delete the photo, mainly because it captured this night that I never want to forget. Later, I looked at the picture again. No, my bangs did not look just-out-of-the-salon perfect, but then, they
Our neighborhood splash pad is one of my favorite places in the city. I love these pictures. They reek of summertime and all good things.
ReplyDeleteThat flashed me back to my childhood! My kids prefer a dip in the river, but I was raised on sprinklers and splash pads. Give me a kiddie pool and mister, and I'm a happy camper!
ReplyDeleteI like the music for the teleBision commercial for our local water park, very catchy.
ReplyDeleteI want that kind of day! With freeze pops, please.
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures and can totally identify with the fried brain syndrome. I have so much catching up to do--reading and writing-wise, but it's so tempting to just sit like a slug in front of the fan or run off to spend the day at the lake. ;)
ReplyDeleteI think my brain must be getting water logged. I am beginning to think I should move to the other side of the pond!!
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