Cooking the NYTimes and Other Assorted Retirement Activities

This fall I’ve been privileged to teach a fair number of Road Next Taken classes.  I’m always overwhelmed when in the space of a one time, 1 1/2 hour class, participants not infrequently crack open the window into their soul and share what’s there. For the majority, retirement is simultaneously wonderful and frightening.  They’re uncertain about what they also feel certain about.  Surprised that tomorrow can be challenging in ways they never imagined.  So happy that they don’t have to go to work in the morning while wondering what this day...and the next...and the next might be. Like me.   Like me, they wanted their lives back; they got them; and now what?  What does happen when you get your life back?   Is it handed to you on the metaphorical silver platter?  Or do you have to rummage around in the kitchen drawer to find it?   Is it what you expected, anticipated, planned for or does it end up being none of the above? T...

Let’s face it.  In the ongoing spate of bad weeks, last week really took the cake. I wish I had a nickle for every time I shut off the television or radio in frustration.  Anger.  Sadness.  Only after yelling, “Oh, shut up!”  at the commentator or guest or whatever.  Come Sunday, I decided I needed to pull myself of the Rut of Desperation.  I took some of my own advice and concentrated on the LCD of Happiness. What is the LCD of Happiness, you might ask? It's the Lowest Common Denominator (and Determiner) of Happiness. I teach that we are responsible for finding, celebrating, feeling grateful for the smallest things—the lowest common denominator—in our lives.  It's not always easy; life is strange that way, isn't it?  But it is possible. The following is a sampling of what bubbled up when I mulled over what factors were contributing to my personal LCD of Happiness. A bra fitting.  This would fall into the "Never Have I E...

One of my goals for 2018 was to reconnect with " Old friends/Always friends " that have impacted my life and, if you will, shaped me. At this stage in the journey, it's rather sobering to realize how long said friends have been in your life.  My grade school and high school girlfriends, for example--over 50 years.  College friends, bumping up on that mark.  And the friends made during adulthood, well over 25 years. Recently, with the able bodied assistance of friends Kathy and Marlene, we got the old Childbirth Education Association of Greater Minneapolis St. Paul (CEA), a now defunct organization, band back together.  There were a group of us that shared sisterhood which surpassed making a difference for childbearing women and families.  I will not be shy about that.  We made an impact and once we completed our work in CEA, went on to continue to make an impact in a number of arenas.  Impressive women, all.   One of the 'band' was unab...

Today I forgot I was scheduled to teach a class. The reason I'm sharing this is the personal hope that I won't do it again. It was on the calendar.  I just completely forgot about it. And I am MORTIFIED.  MORT-I-FIED. The spousal unit said, "That is so unlike you."  That did make me feel better. When I spoke at a conference this week, the session next to me was about Forgetfulness and when it should be considered a problem.  Hmm... Once I got past the sick to my stomach sensation that accompanied checking the voice mail where I was gently reminded that I wasn't there and was I coming and returned the call to apologize profusely, which was about all I could do, I decided to go on Domestic Goddess Duty, while watching reruns of the original Domestic Goddess, Roseanne.  (I know it's probably not PC to say that I was doing that, but, oh well.) I have a plethora of squash from my garden and intended to convert some of it into soup on Sunday.  Mo...

If you're of a certain age, you may remember finding a copy of this magazine in the beauty parlor (if you were allowed to accompany your mother/grandmother there) or maybe in the back of  a closet somewhere. People behaving badly have been the subject of public interest and scrutiny for generations.  And some of those people behaving badly have been us. My old friend/always friend, Tom Kerrins, recently posted this on Facebook: I know everybody was different in high school and college. But it was OUR usual MO to make preparations for Friday/Saturday nights. In South OP that meant stopping by Wilks or Wrobles for our beverage of choice. Most friends had fake ID's. Going to the Blue Village and finishing our 6 Pk was the norm. A few trees on Austin can attest.And that was during high school. Only got worse from 18-21. brett Don't try saying it didn't happen to you. The following is my truth.  It belongs to no one else.  It informs my opinions and who I am....

Today I took the time to listen to the eulogies delivered by Pres. George W. Bush and Pres. Barack Obama in tribute to Sen. John McCain. You are probably familiar with Sen. McCain's response to a woman at a Lakeville, MN Town Hall during the 2008 Presidential campaign.  She said to the Senator that she could not trust then Sen. Obama because he was, "An Arab."  Quickly, without notes, without an aide whispering in his ear, without a teleprompter, Sen. McCain said, "No, ma'am.  He's a decent family man, a citizen that I just happen to have disagreements with on fundamental issues, and that's what this campaign is all about." I recall that exchange and in particular remember sitting back in my chair when I heard it, saying, "Wow."  And while, as Sen. McCain himself said, I personally had disagreements with him on fundamental issues, I firmly believed that the country would be in good hands were he to be elected President. Over the past ...

My youngest daughter, Bridget, used to claim she was the "way she was" because her parents never sent her to camp. Most people's reaction, including ours, was to look at her as if she had 4 heads but I'll give her this...it was a good conversation starter. I, the Fortunate One, went to Girl Scout camp multiple summers as well as weekends in the fall and winter.  These were great experiences and I continue to hold fond memories of evening campfires, singing Taps in rounds, bug juice and all the fun on the waterfront. Arts and crafts?  Not so much.  Whatever it was we were concocting, mine never remotely resembled the model.  I recall sitting next to a fellow camper as we braided long strips of plastic that would serve as lanyards, staring open-mouthed as her fingers nimbly moved back and forth, crossing each color so that it indeed did make a braid. I think I offered her a couple pieces of gum to make mine. This, of course, is the long way into my Summer Art...