Today I am not using my own photos, today is my personal cheat day. Today is my 75th birthday and this is a way for me to avoid pontificating about my old lady wisdom. Here are a couple of fun ideas the internet provided. I also think I will use some of these for the next young or older persons birthday. I am old enough that just a birthday wish, sincerely sent is truly all I need. No doors please.🙂
Airbnb has a contest/competition going on right now for a most fabulous prize. One year at Airbnb locations, or I guess 10 months, you need to be home for 2 months of the year. I think I blew my entry.
In my defense it was very early this morning when I did this and I had no coffee in me at all. I did not read the fine print and I did hit submit.
Not having 2nd thoughts, but did not do enough to sell myself. I have traveled to 14 different countries, that is 14 more than most people I know. Not anywhere near the 100 I set out to do many years ago. I read about a Century Club which was for people who traveled to 100 or more countries, I once had lofty goals.
I also have been luck enough to have lived in 5 different states, from one coast to another. I have visited 45 states and would like to get to 50. I don’t know if territories count but I have also been to Puerto Rico.
This sounds like Grandma’s Brag Book. That us not what I intended. I was just putting out a plea on my blog if anyone has a connection with Airbnb, please put in a good word for me? #airbnb
Thank goodness for friends who help pick me up when necessary. I have been very absent to any online activity due to many complications the universe has sent me all at the same time. I mentioned the doors from Europe that I had been sharing and she offered up a couple. Thank you Barb.
For this week’s offering I have a couple of colorful doors from Italy, not sure of the region, but I’ll take it. She has one in her collection of photos with pots of flowers all around the door but that was not shared, maybe I can talk her out of it.
I haven’t been out of the country for well over a year, but luckily sometimes the photos pop up on my memory on my phone, so here are mine for this week from a previous trip to London. I do enjoy travel and if I am with a newbie ( my grandson) it’s nice to be in a country where you can almost understand what they are saying to you.
Welcome to Truthful Tuesday: the weekly counterpoint to all the fibbing that goes on around here each Friday. In case you’re new here or just need a quick refresher, the idea is to answer the question below as honestly as possible.
It’s often said that hindsight is 20/20, and it is also stated that “learning from experience” is just shorthand for “doing it the wrong way at least once”. With these two thoughts in mind, many well-meaning prompt writers ask us questions such as, “Are there things you wish you could go back in time and do differently?” or, “Would you jump at the chance to be a teenager again?“ Personally, I hate these kinds of questions, which is why I am asking this one:
Would you jump at the chance to go back and correct some of the errors you made in your youth, even if it meant fundamentally changing who you are now?
WHAT WOULD I CHANGE?
I do believe that today I am the sum total of all my parts, my triumphs, my tragedies, my good choices and my bad ones. I can’t think of any one that stands out more than all the others.
I think the thing I would do differently is that I would begin my travels to other countries sooner than I did. My first international trip was a month-long visit to my brother living in Sri Lanka at the time. Without pulling out the old passport my guess is that it was over 25 years ago. That should have been followed closely by more travel. I came back a changed person in many ways but just picked up on my life at that time and went back to the everyday.
I did pick up travel to other countries a bit more but let the practical world come into my life and keep me rooted at “home”. I was able to live in Mexico for a six month assignment but again did not pursue more of the same.
At this point, I am just waiting for the world to open up again. By the way I do not have unlimited money but have found many ways to allow this to happen on a very restricted budget. Look out world, here I come.
May 6, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about party hens. Who are these chickens and why do they party? Go where the prompt leads!
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We used to be called the “Party Chicks” if there was any event we showed up. Saturday evening for no reason whatsoever we showed up at cousin John’s and would find a party.
I remember parties with no planning other than someone was bored and called a few friends. Aunt Jenny always made a big pot of chili or sloppy Joe’s and always a cake.
We have become the Party Hens now and they are usually on a Wednesday mornings and we play Scrabble. No more dancing to the latest tunes.
We still eat and laugh together all day.
I walked a different route today and found this beauty. This truly made the entrance to this modest little house look very grand indeed. I’m not sure if any of the bird houses are occupied but it certainly looks charming.
It might have been fun to hang out and see if a little white haired lady in a long black dress came out as if in the cartoon with “Tweety”. That just might be my costume this fall for Halloween and I would go to this house just for the photo opp. HA.
I am an almost 75 year old great-grandmother. Pretty much out of shape and no longer much of an agitator, try to mind my own business.
About 10 days ago I went to a chain for a haircut. I had last gotten it cut in March and it really needed a trim. The cut in March from the same chain but different location was one of the best in a long time. Just needed it trimmed following the prior cut.
I came out with Sally Field a la Steel Magnolias helmet head. Sort of like the picture below.
I went out of town for a week after her first time cutting and was not able to come back in with 7 days. Not one person noticed the length or style of my hair which should have been very different for me.
Today I went back and never asked for a free cut. I did ask her if she could follow my request for the cut. At the end of the first cut she did say it needed to be washed and product added. I told her that was a BS answer and could not cover up a bad cut.
She then decided to not cut my hair at all today,
Next person listened and I left with an adequate hair cut. To guess that I have had over 300 hair cuts in my life is probably an understatement. I do know my hair. Rant over. I did also write corporate and expect nothing.
She did say she spoke to the owner and they were going to ban me forever. I think I may need to set up a 1 person picket line in their parking lot.
Just a quick wish to all who are or had a mother. Have a wonderful day.
It has been a couple of years since I had the joy of attending a quilt show. There have been a number of virtual shows, but it certainly is not the same. There is joy in the visual of the work, the skill and the choices made by each quilter. This was wonderful to see over 400 quilts in one space.
I have photos of just a few. I hope you enjoy them. The first was judged best in show of the large quilts. I have a full shot and a couple of closeups.
None of these are my quilts nor do I know who made them. It is just a small sampling of the beauty that was available at the Mountain Quiltfest this year.