Sunday, June 16, 2013

Cool and Drippy, Spit and Fire, Peace and Serenity

Friday, June 14, 2013
Looks like it's going to be another cool and drippy day.

And that's how we spent the day, drooping and hanging around.

Saturday, June 15, 2013
An extraordinarily beautiful start to the day.

The sameness of our routines and activities seem to make the days blend blandly one into the other.
Shouldn't our sunset years be filled with as much spit and fire as this...

Sunday, June 16, 2013
 It's Father's Day Today

I read a meaningful post today written by Abigail Carter, a widow and mother of young children.   In the article, titled "Every Day is Father's Day,"  Ms. Carter talks about what it is like to be among other's who are celebrating this day.
She ends the piece with this:

"Instead of pancakes and bike rides and beach trips one day every June, I realized that all it takes to celebrate Father’s Day is for me to recognize one of my husband’s goofy expressions in our daughter, or his familiar glint of mischief in the eye of our son and laugh saying, “you look just like your father when you do that!”
That way every day is Father’s Day."

I understand the pain and sadness of days like today.

Ross and I spent some quiet time in the sun, sitting on a bench, in a lovely garden park.

Where we found a moment of peace and serenity.

  Then we treated ourselves to an 'only every-once-in-awhile' expensive lunch at Villa Amalfi.
And even though he was in shorts and I in my flip flops, we were treated royally.


  1. I agree - Father's Day ( or Mother's Day, for that matter) don't have to happen only once a year. My own children are great at acknowledging their appreciation for the parts that their dad and I have played in their lives - and it is not only acknowledged on that one day. I like to think that that is , in part, b/c they have observed Michael and me acknowledging our own parents on a regular basis.

    As for sunset years being filled with spirit and fire? Clearly, I don't know the real stuff of your life but your days appear to be full of life - lots of living going on there - some painful (very painful) days but other joyful and alive days. I'd like to say that my life is alive too in my (not quite) sunset years.
    When do the "sunset years" start? when you stop working?

  2. It's funny, I live in a senior community. I hear this comment all of the time, "I thought these were supposed to be our golden years." That comment is usually made after the person has spewed out a litany of illnesses, aches, pains and tales of whose funeral they last attended.
    I am beginning to realize that the sunset years begin when we stop worrying about everyone else and start taking time to live the "best" years of our lives the way we want to.

    1. I like that. I think I am starting to live my golden years right now (with the help of a good therapist.....)