Finding Humor in the Hard Stuff

New Year 1949

When I was ten years old,
I dashed outside New Year’s morning,
Filled with wonder that we had a NEW time.
I shouted up to the sky,
“This time is new!
It’s called 1949!”

Trusting Your Route

How do you trust your route?
How often are our paths winding?
Unsure, rough and gravelly?
Connection to next part unclear,
Yet arriving at place that
Is start of continuing journey.

Gratitude Day

What do you remember about your early
“Thanks and gratitude” day?
Thanksgiving this week.
I’m calling it “Official Gratitude Day.”

Bob and I came upon a LARGE tree branch blocking bike trail. Off we got to move it aside. Push, pull, twist, — progress. Final need was lifting branch to clear post. Heavy, heavy, we couldn’t lift high enough. Behind us a voice…

Hot Dogs to S’mores

My granddaughter got to go camping. I asked what she had for food. “Hot dogs.”

Reaching Out

Connecting with friends makes my heart happy! Realizing that all of us are figuring out the permutations Covid 19 has required in our lives, reminds me that I’m not alone in this.

How was your day?

The answer to “How was your day?”
Is not one word.

Satisfaction of completion

Excited to share that I have biked one thousand miles outside this season! I tend to operate best
With small, incremental markers getting me to where or what I’m moving toward. Is that true for you, too?