I’m just like you. Only different. I want to write my blog because I love sharing. I philosophize, meditate, rationalize, analyse. I tell you what I think, what I’ve done, where I’ve been. And then I spend time at home, snacking, watching The Mentalist, obeying my FitBit to walk 250 steps every hour at ten to the hour. Then I check my mails, check FaceBook, check my bank account. Every morning I check my blood pressure before I get out of bed. Continue reading
It is six-thirty at night. The sun is just coming out. The final week in Duernberg. We are both sitting in the lobby with our laptops. We just had dinner. Continue reading
That was my by-line on my signature a few years ago.
Today I finally wanted to post some photos to FB from this beautiful area of Austria where I am privileged to spend three weeks taking care of my health. Continue reading
I’m sitting in the Café at Kur Hotel StJosef. I’m inspired by the philosophy of the house and despite resistance, forced to admire the “Kur neu, Gesundheit Vorsorge Aktiv”, the health care programme provided by the Austrian pension fund. Continue reading
That’s where I’m at now. You know the stages of mourning when somebody dies? Maybe not. Continue reading
That’s my theme now, aging. Even though I remember attending the Committee on Aging at the UN as an NGO representative and heard the expression that we begin aging the day we are born, I want to express some of my thoughts on this topic now. Continue reading
How I love the long days and nights; the warmth, the summer evenings, the barbeques, the holidays.
Have I settled into retirement yet? WHAT? Continue reading
Thirty-seven years ago today, Josef and I were blessed in Madison Square Garden by Reverend and Mrs Sun Myung Moon together with 2075 other couples from over 50 different countries. Continue reading
Can I write my diary like my blog? I took photos of my steak yesterday, but no other shots of people, the place, the event. There was a selfie by David as we left Vienna. There was a group photo at the end. There was that good talk with John Fenessey at the Restaurant over dinner. Continue reading
You know those days when you are so busy you don’t know what to do next? And then all the days when you think you’ll never catch up? Continue reading