(I am fairly certain that my grandmother and I have very different definitions for “big” when it comes to candy bars. When she gets a box of Russell Stover chocolates – one of her favorites, she’s satisfied eating one piece a day. I, on the other hand, consider a box of chocolates a type of comparison shopping.)
She had been saving that chocolate bar for a “special occasion.” (I could see where one might consider a 100th birthday to be a special occasion.) As she said that though, she kind of chuckled, “Nearly 100, what was I waiting for?”
I would say that the universe is always sending us messages, some more obvious than others. It’s up to us to listen to them. In my grandmother’s case, she could have dwelled on the “missing” part of the chocolate bar, but instead she decided to focus on savoring the moment. Continue reading →
Now that I’ve moved to Minneapolis, I have the task of finding a new office. I loved my office in Portland, so I am trying to keep an open mind as I undertake the search in Minnesota.
Before I continue, I should probably mention that as an editor and writer, I can pretty much work wherever I please. My “offices” tend to be cafés.
My requirements for an office are, in my opinion, simple. The café must have good coffee and the baristas need to be able to make a proper cappuccino (the foam must be velvety, not bubbly like a bubble bath). I also like enough activity in the café to create white noise – too loud or too quiet and I’ll keep looking up. Despite the never ending Operation Feel Good (my plan to get fit), the café needs to have a decent pastry selection. Continue reading →
You may remember a few weeks ago, when Stella! and I were riding down to Oregon City, she got a flat, a nail punctured her tire. Waiting for the bus to take us back downtown, I knew it was time to learn to care for Stella! properly. Continue reading →
Operation Feel Good is still on hold. Like other roads, mine has been paved with good intentions. After a few too many indulgences in Sonoma last week, my plan was to put OFG into operation. But then this morning, I had gone to my “undisclosed location,” my sanctuary, to think back on the last month of posts and the 2012 WordCount Blogathon.
My renewed commitment to health and wellness lasted 2 hours and 13 minutes yesterday. I have a particular weakness for doughnuts, but it wasn’t a doughnut that did me in. It was an apple fritter. (A ten-pound apple fritter by my guestimate.)
It was voodoo, I tell you, voodoo.
At some point, everyone is bound to visit (or write about) Voodoo Doughnuts from Portland, so now it’s my turn to weigh in. Continue reading →