The sacrosanct relationship between my hair stylist and me is one of value – and one very expensive little affair we have going on now for some years. So when I was too lazy to book an appointment 6 weeks ahead as our relationship requires on my part, I decided to do a little trim on my bangs and the top of my hair – just to get me through.It was ok……just ok and off I went on a two week trip with my just ok hair. Continue reading
I had a friend, and I say “had” because things happen and friendships fall by the wayside. Anyway, the legacy this friendship left me with is the mandate, assignment, duty to, and enjoyment of finding squirrel moments. In fact, this friend used to say “send me one thing from your day” and it was eye-opening to see the small and sometimes large things to share. Continue reading
All my peeps know that there is nothing I love more than standing up in front of a crowd and presenting, motivating and teaching. But sometimes I just want to sit back and listen.
I need to just listen, to be filled up, inspired with no other agenda than to soak it all in.
My treat to myself is to “do” TED x Seattle (formerly TED x Rainier) and just listen. Continue reading
So, ok it’s been 8 weeks since my contract ended and I’m as they say, unemployed. Don’t say retired – that makes me crazy – I didn’t retire. No gold watch. I’m not there yet and will find some other trouble to get into that involves dragging my ass out of bed every morning and churning through the flotsam and jetsam of a new organization and new master to work with. I look forward to it……love the challenge all in good time. Continue reading
Sometimes I miss my Dad so intensely it hurts. He’s been dead, gone, passed,whatever the polite way of saying it is for ten years now but once in a while I still catch a glimpse of him.
The day of his funeral, after it all became as real as real can be, I headed off in my rental car for a breather to drive down the coastal highway and “chill” as they say.
Rounding a corner, I see a kitchen stove sitting at the end of a driveway. A decent kitchen stove sitting there obviously waiting to be picked up for a ride to maybe into the house, maybe to someone else’s kitchen, maybe the dump. Continue reading
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