|This Marigold was one of the most beautiful we’ve seen.|
Here’s the song from 1971 by the Carpenters that popped into my head first thing this morning when I noticed the cloudy day and the Monday morning. Sorry about the ad which you can push past. Sure brings us back to the reality that this song was popular 44 years ago. Gee, didn’t I just turn 44? Ha! Where did the time go?
The days, the weeks, the months are flying by so quickly now, there’s hardly time to stop and reflect upon days passed. The weekend wafted by in a flurried mix of long walks, good movies, good food and speaking to friends on Skype.
|Pink Orchids, common to the Hawaiian Islands.|
“They” (whoever “they” are) say as we age and eventually retire, time flies more quickly. Perhaps, as we age, it’s not about time flying faster and more about the fact that we are more resilient and less stressed with the daily activities around working, raising a family (or not), and trying to “make it.”
Once we retire, we let the dreams go of fame, wealth, and prosperity (for those of us who haven’t achieved those levels) and we comfortably settle into a life of reality. Here’s who I am. Here are those who love me. Here’s how much I can spend to live. Here’s what I can realistically accomplish in the years I have left to live.
|The vibrant hot pink in these orchids was breathtaking.|
Have you ever counted the years you may have left on this earth using your expected longevity based on your health and heritage? I do every so often, realizing that at 67, my life may end in 20 years. Then I recall back to 20 years ago, trying to get a frame of reference as to how much time I may actually have left.
Twenty years ago, I married Tom. I was as happy as I could be. Now, these 20 years later, most of which were happy, some of which were wrought with worry and strife, as life often is, I realize that I do have enough time to complete my mission, health and safety providing.
|The color of these tiny flowers is almost florescent. We’ve yet to find the name. With the help of our reader, Annie, these are Pentas. Thanks, Annie!|
And aren’t we kind of like a company needing our own mission statement to decide what we want to accomplish and how we’ll go about achieving it? Many of us go through life waiting for the “next best thing” to happen to determine our path.
For many years I did this along with a thought that quality of life was based on how hard you worked, how hard you loved, and how kind you were, all of which were thrown into a bucket waiting for “luck” to be thrown into the mix. I’ve learned it doesn’t work that way. It took a long time.
When I turned 50 years old, one day I woke up and got it. I wasn’t going to make the billions I dreamed of and live the life commensurate with those billions.
|Golden tipped Anthurium.|
I wasn’t going to be standing at a podium in front of an applauding audience extolling the virtues of hard work and dedication, along with a magic potion of all the insightful morsels of every motivational speaker I’d ever heard.
Nope, this is it. This is the life I chose and the person I chose to live it with. Now 17 years after my revelation, I’m happy. (We’ve been together for 24 years, married for 20). Oh, it’s not jumping up and down happy, although at times we both feel that way. Instead, as I awake each day I hear these words in my head, “Yeah, another day I can have a whack at it!” I’m grateful, to say the least. He is too.
|This is Poinsettia in its offseason. Still lovely.|
This life has nothing to do with luck. Happiness has nothing to do with luck. For both of us, it has everything to do with sacrifice, letting go, stepping outside the box, being fearless, strict adherence to health and well being and above all, a determined choice to get along with one another and allow ourselves the privilege of being happy.
So many couples (bear with me, single people) waste years of their lives together in disharmony. How many times have we heard from the one left behind how they wished they’d have been more tolerant, more patient, more loving? Not us, we decided to do that now. If I want to curse him or vise versa, we can save it for when the other is gone in 20 years, 30 years, or who knows?
|What a peculiar growing thing!|
Ah, enough pontificating. On with the reading list which will not be belabored by any means.
Here’s Tom most recent reading material:
1. Railroad War by Leon Speroff
2. Johnny Carson by Henry Bushkin
3. Dial M, The Murder of Carol Thompson by William Swanson
4. Stolen from the Garden by William Swanson
5. Vince Flynn, Minnesota author who’s since passed away, having written about a dozen books, all of which Tom’s read since we left.
6. Why Coolidge Matters by Charles C. Johnson
7. Lone Survivor by Marcus Luttrell and Patrick Robison
8. Preposterous Papa by Lewis Meyer (This book was written by friend Richard’s uncle about the life of his grandfather).
|Tiny puffs, miniature Bottle Brush flowers.|
Here’s what I’m reading:
1. Keto Clarity by Jimmy Moore and Dr. Eric Westman
2. Wheat Belly Total Health by Dr. William Davis
3. Altered Genes, Twisted Truth by Steven M. Druker
4. The Big Fat Surprise by Nin Teicholz
5. The Paleo Manifesto by John Durant
You can copy and paste any of these titles into the amazon link on the right side of the page for more details or email us for assistance or with questions.
Today’s post reminded Tom of a story he wanted to share. Here it is:
He explained his predicament to the first guy he sees outside the restroom door asking if he’d give him a dime for the toilet. The guy pulled a dime out of his pocket and handed it to him.
After exiting the restroom he put the dime into a slot machine and hit a $100.00 jackpot. He took the $100 to play blackjack, winning $1000.
He used this money to invest in stocks on Wall St. and made tens of millions.
In closing his speech he said if he could find the man who helped him he would give him half of his worldly goods.
A man stood up in the audience and said, “I’m the guy who gave you the dime in Vegas!”
Thanks for sharing, Honey!
Have a magnificent Monday, rainy day, or not.
|This wasn’t our photo that we posted it one year ago. The shop keepers wouldn’t allow photos of their clothing on display. On this date, we discussed gender roles as we perceived them in Marrakech. For more details, please click here.|