Oh Monica, you delight with your writing about this time of life. It is a perplexing time for me, just turning 71, hair whitening, on my own again. I love the calmness and my freedoms but struggle to understand the meaning. Waking to a morning moon this week, thinking of the spaceship circling her, reminded me of 1968 and the good with the bad of living. Friction, the connecting zap of electricity. I love it! Your Dad sounds an absolute peach. And so are you to share all you know here. Thanks for another great read, Deborah
Reading this triggered an epiphany and put a spotlight on something I feel is constantly stirring within me. This triggered an insight I wish I'd had 20 years ago! What a gift to see it today and make sense of a question I'd quietly been asking for decades. Thank you for sharing!
My best friend (from Canada!) adored her 90 year old father in law. My favorite story about him was how he loved taking his ladies to Tim Horton’s for coffee. He had several girlfriends and managed to keep them separate until the infamous Tim Horton’s incident. He was sharp about not meeting one lady in the area of another ; until one day one showed up while he was romancing another. Chaos ensued . And the police had to be called. (Reluctance to break up girl fights doesn’t stop! ) All were escorted out of Tim Horton’s and told not to come back. Apparently he’s still quite a catch- at 90.
Ha! I had an uncle like that. He sat between his 2 girlfriends and held each of their hands under the table. He didn’t keep them hidden from each other but each one thought she was the favorite.
Your father made me think about my life. I am 79. Until recently, I was a member of the Sunshine Girls. Though none of us were professionals, some were choir members (not me). We would go to Nursing Homes and sing for the residents. Sometimes I would just mouth the words. haha! But I loved being there, seeing residents’ faces light up at the sound or a memory, noticing someone tap their finger on the arm of a wheelchair in time to the music. The group still performs with voices and guitar. About 2 years ago, I just stopped singing. Just stopped. It made it easier for me to stop taking courses, stop writing, stop sketching. I’m hanging on to yoga by a thread. Don’t ever stop, people!! Since then, I’ve made some changes, unexpected changes occurred. Life. Even so, I am ready for a new beginning. I am determined to come back into myself, and,
Monica, your daily posts are inspiring me. Thanks for telling us about your father. He was a very special man with lots to teach to people like me.
Oh Monica, you delight with your writing about this time of life. It is a perplexing time for me, just turning 71, hair whitening, on my own again. I love the calmness and my freedoms but struggle to understand the meaning. Waking to a morning moon this week, thinking of the spaceship circling her, reminded me of 1968 and the good with the bad of living. Friction, the connecting zap of electricity. I love it! Your Dad sounds an absolute peach. And so are you to share all you know here. Thanks for another great read, Deborah
Reading this triggered an epiphany and put a spotlight on something I feel is constantly stirring within me. This triggered an insight I wish I'd had 20 years ago! What a gift to see it today and make sense of a question I'd quietly been asking for decades. Thank you for sharing!
Monica, I love what you’re doing and sharing with us. Thank you!
Ps: I wanted to send you an email but I don’t know how to do that on this site
Thanks in advance for your help
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My best friend (from Canada!) adored her 90 year old father in law. My favorite story about him was how he loved taking his ladies to Tim Horton’s for coffee. He had several girlfriends and managed to keep them separate until the infamous Tim Horton’s incident. He was sharp about not meeting one lady in the area of another ; until one day one showed up while he was romancing another. Chaos ensued . And the police had to be called. (Reluctance to break up girl fights doesn’t stop! ) All were escorted out of Tim Horton’s and told not to come back. Apparently he’s still quite a catch- at 90.
Ha! I had an uncle like that. He sat between his 2 girlfriends and held each of their hands under the table. He didn’t keep them hidden from each other but each one thought she was the favorite.
Your father made me think about my life. I am 79. Until recently, I was a member of the Sunshine Girls. Though none of us were professionals, some were choir members (not me). We would go to Nursing Homes and sing for the residents. Sometimes I would just mouth the words. haha! But I loved being there, seeing residents’ faces light up at the sound or a memory, noticing someone tap their finger on the arm of a wheelchair in time to the music. The group still performs with voices and guitar. About 2 years ago, I just stopped singing. Just stopped. It made it easier for me to stop taking courses, stop writing, stop sketching. I’m hanging on to yoga by a thread. Don’t ever stop, people!! Since then, I’ve made some changes, unexpected changes occurred. Life. Even so, I am ready for a new beginning. I am determined to come back into myself, and,
Monica, your daily posts are inspiring me. Thanks for telling us about your father. He was a very special man with lots to teach to people like me.