My early Saturday morning included a quick trip through the car wash. Well, it wasn’t that quick as I kept getting the message “card not read, try another one” as I fumbled in my wallet on the passenger seat to get another card out to try. Continue reading
Jasmine freaks when I point the phone at us and take a selfie. I’m not sure why, but she gets all squiggly and weird about it. Continue reading
Slow lazy shadows follow us around these days on our walks.
Growling at the TV I said “I hate freakin’ beer commercials”. Qualifying that, I should have said “I hate most freakin’ beer commercials” because of course I love the ones with Clydesdales and puppies or even the singing frogs. Continue reading
Well, maybe I’m not vintage cool, but my sewing machine certainly is! As I took it out to hem the chopped off sleeves of a shirt, I was thinking about the forty years I’ve had this little Genie. Continue reading
I don’
t think cool has an age, race or other determining stat. Not necessarily animal, vegetable or mineral……it’s a moment.
Cool can be manufactured; Kanye……. it can be coerced; Trump.. (ok I’ll leave that one here), it can be hatchiamals at Christmas. But that’s not really cool – that’s a social pressure to “have to have” to “have to follow” to be cool.
I’ll tell you where cool comes from. It comes from being alive in the moment and that’s absolutely contagious. Being alive in the moment so much that you dance. Now, that’s where cool comes from.
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