Last week, Muri and I traveled to Florida to spend the week on Siesta Key with our good friends, Britta and Barney. Let me say at this point that Britta has no use for social media, not even high class literary social media like Older Eyes- Bud’s Blog. Hence, in the interest of preserving a very long friendship, Britta is a pseudonym, as is Barney. They had rented a small cottage near the beach and invited us to join them and their two dogs, Keppah and Kishka. Also pseudonyms. Kishka isn’t fond of social media either. Because Britta and Barney live on the East Coast (in an undisclosed location), we see them only occasionally. (more…)
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One of the best things about our time spent in our Little House in the Desert has been watching the desert sunsets from our patio, which looked over the San Tan Mountains. Last night, Arizona offered me one more sunset before we leave for good. As always, my camera was nearby and I recorded it to share with you. It is a fitting farewell, I think.
Yesterday, before I went to my Thursday Night Men’s Meeting, I decided to take a walk in the park. I have been maintaining about 8,000 steps a day since I got a Fitbit for Christmas … it was really just what I needed to remind me to get out and walk. At this point in my life, remembering to walk has a double, even triple benefit. For one, I usually listen to music while I walk and any day I listen to music is a better day than one with no music. And I usually bring my camera on my walks, giving me an opportunity to get the creative juices flowing. I reached the park just as the sky was beginning to fade from cobalt to pastel blue and wisps of pink were collecting along the horizon. I’ve always found twilight to be the most peaceful time of the day … and perhaps the most photogenic. (more…)
Perhaps the high point of our visit to Utah last week was getting to see our granddaughter, Savannah … aka Savy … perform with her cheer squad, the Elite Academy Heat. The competition was held in the massive Salt Palace in downtown Salt Lake on a huge, multimedia stage in a room as large as an airplane hangar. The official word was that no video taping was allowed but can anyone really prevent parents from video recording their kids in an age when nearly every device can record videos? Before each performance, a group of parents from the team performing would make its way to the front of the stage to take pictures and videos. I decided to do the same for Savy’s. I’d brought my Panasonic Lumix camera, which takes very good videos and offers the choice of a viewfinder or the view screen as a means of seeing what I’m recording. As Savy’s team was announced, I moved to the edge of the stage and decided to use the viewfinder because that usually allows me to hold the camera more steady (at the expense of a tiny-tiny image). (more…)
Yesterday was Departure Day for our eleven day visit with our daughter, son-in-law and three grandkids. That is the most time we have ever spent under their roof, which to some may not seem like a big deal, but for my wife, Muri, and I it was. We are a strong-willed bunch, from the the oldest (that would be moi) to the youngest (that would be sweet but strong-willed Savy girl). Muri and I have always needed alone time (that would be quiet alone time) even from each other, a need that seems to get greater as we age. That is hard to come by in a house with three beautiful, rambunctious and chatty children, not to mention their chatty mother. And we all know how seniors love their routines, don’t we? And how they get grouchy when their routines are interrupted or unavailable. So, in spite of how anxious we were to see those grandkids, we approached the week with some trepidation. Did my daughter and son-in-law felt the same way? You’ll have to ask them. (more…)
I am sitting at the kitchen table in my daughter’s house in Herriman, UT. Through the window in front of me, I can see an early spring snow flurry lightly coating the back lawn with white. My daughter just got home from work, stylish and beautiful (much more so that she believes, but isn’t that true of many of us?). I’ve been sitting here, writing and emailing friends for a couple of hours. I am at peace. I am happy. It is all too rarely that I stop to acknowledge that kind of happiness, simply being in a place I want to be, doing what I enjoy doing. Too often, I want the Capital H Happy. You know. Everything is going well, the future looks bright and, by the way, any unhappiness from the past is resolved, forgiven or forgotten. (more…)
Years ago, when my wife Muri and I were younger … and friskier … we would periodically take mini-vacations. We’d find, perhaps, a play on Saturday evening and maybe a concert on Sunday, then stay in a hotel near the venue on Saturday night. Dinner at one of our favorite restaurants was always part of the agenda. As we push forward, me into my seventies and Muri not far behind, we still reserve nearly every Saturday for a date but the mini-vacations have been few. (more…)