I drink coffee, sometimes tea. I cannot say I am a connoisseur of either only that I like what I like.
Like you, I drink my cup coffee in the morning along with small tangerines [ try it is delicious ].
I do not use a mug.
I have found that drinking coffee from a good ole cup and saucer is the best way to savor the coffee and the moment. Somehow the coffee tastes better in fine china. In my opinion you cannot compare the flavor to a ceramic mug and don’t get me started on the paper cups of Starbucks fame.
A cup and saucer,dare I say, is more elegant, more refined and for me creates more of a ritual.
Savoring my morning joe in this way allows me more time and it slows me down. This is my time to contemplate and plan my day, to show gratitude, and have a chat with the man upstairs.
Aside from the shear delight and aroma of my morning java it is interesting what you cannot do…
It is simply impossible to unload the dishwasher or, +++
Iron a blouse or,
Put lippie on or,
Feed the dog [ or cat ].
As evidenced in this picture, You simply mess up.
I encourage you start your day with your beverage of choice in a cup and saucer. It is so worth it. I would love to have a peak at your very own cup and saucer….[ pictures below most welcomed ] 🙂
I debated whether to hit the publish button… but well, I would not be try to myself if I did not.
So here goes…
If there is ONE thing that annoys the heck of me it is this thing that is attached to age. It seems that far too many people judge their health and actions based on that number.
“It sticks to get old” –
“This is what happens when you get old”
“This does not work”
“I cannot do this, I cannot eat that”
I am counting the days to I retire. [ grrrrrrr ]
Sometimes I simply want to squeal
One question [ or perhaps two ]
Does it make you feel better to complain?
Will it make your bits and pieces that are bothering you magically cure themselves?
Do you realize that your words are things? That what you say has a mysterious way of coming to fruition?
I am not going to tolerate this doom and gloom attitude any longer.
If you are in my company I am going to:
Change the subject
Walk away…. toodles, arrivederci, ciao baby, see ya.
These“Devotees of Downdon” forget how blessed they are to have traveled this road to maturity.
Do they realize how much you have learned along your way?
Do they truly understand the strides you have made in your life?
The people you have touched…
While we cannot turn back the hands of time, and really why would you want to, be grateful that you are here.
I want to hear less complaining folks, more joy, more gratitude. Open your eyes and your mind.
Recently I returned an item I purchased online from Sephora.I rarely buy anything from this store and I have NO idea why I thought I could find the “perfect color red lipstick online”. Marketing. It was one of my fuzzy moments.
Hand on heart- I will never do that again.
As I stood online the young girl in front of me was asked by the Sephora employee if she wanted to apply for a credit card.
The young girl, the child really, looked at me. You could see the temptation in her eyes.
I simply said “ Ask what the interest rate is on the card. How much will you really be paying if you put that bottle of lotion on a credit card”
And she got it!
If looks could kill…I got a look of HATE from the employee.
Sadly and with past regret I fell into that trap. Buy now, pay later. It was only when I sat down and calculated what I was really paying for a purchase made with a credit card that my lightbulb went on.
Fortunately I no longer live in that land of fairytales and plastic cards, a place of buy now and pay twice the amount you should. In part, this is how and why my lifestyle of less is more was born. There are other reasons but that is for another day.
It is sad that we, in the United States are not taught in school basic finances. Perhaps, just perhaps, if we were the way we view our world and what is really necessary would be different.
The two dapperly dressed passengers, the woman boarding the airplane and the gentleman with the dashing hat are my grandparents. This picture was taken in the early 1950s, WBC [ Way Before Carolyn ].
Can you see the red rose corsage my grandmother is sporting? My grandfather was an accountant and was invited to Europe by one of his clients. Both my mother and grandmother accompanied him.
Imagine traveling across the cold waters of the Atlantic in a plane of this type. There were no jet engines at that time only the whirling of the propellers. They traveled north along the eastern coast and crossed the waters at the closest points between the old and new worlds.
This journey today takes six hours ; then it took over thirteen hours of flying time.
As the picture reveals how they traveled with style and grace. If you have followed my posts you will know I long for the times of yesteryear. Formalities. Elegance. Respect. Order.
Recently I had to collect a friend at the airport here in Fort Lauderdale. I was saddened by what I experienced and saw.
It was a nightmare and a reflection on how far we, as a society have fallen. It seems anything goes, all is acceptable, and in so many ways.
There was no order. People scrambling in all directions with little regard for others. Pushing and shoving to get to where they want to go.
People with heads pointed downward, fingers tapping on smartphones, creating havoc as they traverse.
And the noise…
Voices screaming loudly into cell phones with absolutely no regard for others around them. Let me say, some things are best said in private. It is the dirty laundry effect.
And the dress…
Have I missed the memo? Is it suitable now to travel with ripped shorts and flip flops? Have we forgotten what appropriate actually is? I think so.
Our society today : Untidy, messy, careless.
There is not much more to say but as I come to a conclusion:
Do we want to live a life full of elegance, respect, and order .
One of undignified chaos, confusion, and sloppiness.
I will preface this blog post by confessing that I am somewhat of a space geek, and yes that is me in the picture above. I love anything to do with space travel. The real stuff, not the kind you see on television. No Doctor Spock. Real people, real adventure, in real time.
Did you know there is privately funded space travel? Rockets are launched, with and without humans on exploration to the worlds above us. These modern-day pioneers are conducting all sorts of tests, many are for medical purposes. Now I wonder if they are funded by the insurance companies… surely NOT!
And FYI, last year there were over 100 space launches. SpaceX Dragon launched yesterday.
“… on board is a series of investigations involving tissue chips, which are used to simulate human organs. Researchers are hopeful that the chips will help scientists better understand the effects of microgravity on the human body”’
“Microgravity”…. boggles my mind.
Back to my thoughts.
I started to watch another one of these launches today on my smartphone as I headed into the kitchen to prepare my dinner. The phone fit snuggling underneath the kitchen cabinet, right next to the carrots and kale.
The launch was breathtaking and the enthusiastic shouts of those in mission control were inspiring and brought tears in my eyes- [ refer to paragraph one ].
I remember when, as a child, I sat with my grandparents and watched Neil Armstrong put is the first step on the moon. I think I cried even then. As I imagine this incredible feat I am sure that the world stopped breathing as we all, from all over the planet watched in amazement. Fingers and toes crossed. Wonderment.
Yes indeed, life as I [we] know it is changing quickly and without hesitation. Gone are the days when we all huddled around the television to watch a monumental event. Gone on the days when broadcasting ended at midnight.
Pure genius. Imagine designing a vehicle that shoots straight up into the sky. Inside men are transported into the unknown.What about simple things like food, oxygen, and dare I say, toilet facilities on their journey?
Sadly these inventions are dwarfed when compared to the inventions of today. The computers that can be held in your hand, cars driven by themselves, the internet and all that comes with it. Endless.
For me, I never want to forget the sheer magnitude of that first walk on the moon.
This is going to be a longer post, fasten your seat belts, you have been warned.
I am going to write this blog post in two sections, let’s say episodes. I will tie the two together at the end, so please stick around.
It is said that fear is public enemy number one. Fear stops you from moving forward in life be it fear of a new job,fear of moving, fear of a relationship, fear of starting that diet or an exercising regime because you think you might fail. [ Heaven forbid ]
I get this concept and from my experiences on this planet this is true. Fear is nasty.
What about you?
I think it is so easy to disguise your fear, give it a different title or name.
“ I don’t have the time….the funds… people will laugh… I am too old… I tried “it” and it did not work..laa dee dah…”
Now if you really don’t want to change your eating habits own up. There is nothing wrong in speaking the truth to yourself. Making excuses, to me does you more harm than good.
This past week I walked in front of a neighbor’s kitchen window.I live in a condo so there is a public walkway past the homes. I was telling someone that the kitchen had a window . I was unable to actually look inside as the blinds were drawn close. Nothing devious or illegal in doing in this action on my part.
The next morning I received a text
“Carolyn I am out of town and saw you were looking into my front window..is there something I can do for you?”
Nothing nasty really but well that is how I took the tone of the text.
And then it dawned on me [ slow learner ] that she obviously had a camera watching me. While on vacation this neighbor took the time to watch a recording of me walking down the corridor.
Amazing. I would not waste my time.
I guess this is something I would never do. It won’t even cross my mind.
Now as I said last week I get the internet and all its value and I appreciate it. HOWEVER,
with it’s value comes the essence of fear.
Why would anyone, away on a holiday feel the need to monitor who comes to their front door?
Why waste your time, especially if you are far away?
Fear that something, someone might break into their home. Fear that you might be robbed. Fear that your privacy might be invaded? I think If you are away from your home for any length of time by the time you get back the nasty deed is over.
Sadly, there are many companies that feed into that fear.
My question to you is has today’s environment, with the world wide web, increased our suspicion and our fear of each other? Has this mindset increased the negative activities in our society? Do you bring on the bad because you think about it?
Is dread,horror and anxiety marketed to us? Yes of course it is.
Do you draw the negativity to you? [ just like that new job you will never get because if you are honest with yourself, you never really wanted it ]
These are questions I put to you. I would love your thoughts on this topic.
Hey I am all into this internet, social media and smartphone thing.
I have made friends all over the world and have found old acquaintances from college and high school here on Facebook.[ I was not popular in high school but that is a topic for another post.]
I get the whole thing.
But here is something I don’t understand at all and it is best described in a scene that played out recently in front of my own eyes.
Recently I was at Mizner Park in Boca Raton. The “girl” and I just finished our lunch at one of the eateries and we took a seat on a bench to savor the afternoon sunshine and atmosphere.
From my right appeared four millennials – two couples walking two by two – women by women,in front of the two men by men. [ think herd of cattle ]
Heads down, all engaged with their smartphones.
Fast forward thirty minutes
Who appeared to my left…that herd of cattle.
Two couples walking the same pattern – walking two by two – women by women in front of the two men by men.
Not a single word spoken between them. Heads down.Tapping away.
If they were they “speaking “ with each other, I have no clue.
Now call me old fashioned [ please ] but I DO NOT GET IT.
Have we gone too far? Has the art of simple conversation died? Do we really no longer want to enjoy each others company? How can a piece of machinery, a smartphone, be more interesting that a person? Hey>>>
Is eye contact a lost art?
I find this so sad, not only to the “cattle” but to society as a whole. You and I, all of us will not be around in fifty years but can you imagine what it is going to be like? It might be very quiet with the lack of decent conversation. Who knows, the human race might lose their ability to speak…
If you have read this post till the end, I would love to hear your thoughts…