Attempting the unknown

There is the new blog. There is the Mac. There is the confusion of the technology and the machine. The delete is different, the keyboard is unfamiliar, the light is bad. But here I am. I think I'm here in the blogosphere among friends.

I've just finished A Short History of Tractors in Ukranian by Marina Lewycka. I can't find an underline here, but you know I know that there should be an underline. I come from the PC world, but I need to enter biblioworms from home and the Mac here is frustratingly different.

The Tractor book keeps staying with me. It's close to Russia, all about aging, reminds me of my uncle and his much younger female friends, has sister dynamics, and is an interesting story in England. And, I never thought of tractors and the impact on agriculture and history. So there you have it. I'll keep reading. It's easier than typing, but as an aging person, I'm trying to learn new tricks. Blog on mateys. Thanks. T

peace and onion rings…abundantly

book group gathered for its annual holiday feast on saturday at Red Rock Brewing Co.
this is one of two treasured times during the year when we ignore the books…stuffing ourselves is the mission as baskets of giant beer battered onion rings flow up and down the table like golden orbs of light. Spending meaningful time with important people…I feel joyful. Wiping the golden dust from my fingers I feel ready to face the hectic season, carving out time for connection and balance.

Peace.
it does not mean to be in a place
where there is no noise, trouble
or hard work. It means to be in
the midst of those things and still
be calm in your heart.

(unknown)
given by Tina

flat spots

Had anyone told me nearly ten years ago that I was about to embark on a journey that would nourish me with words, laughter, great books and even better women; I might have shrugged. Ten years ago I wouldn’t have believed it. Today I can’t survive without it.

Ten years is my longest commitment on record…other than work. I manage to rouse myself each morning to the mantra “must be on time…must be on time” to the jobs I love and hate. But it stops there. I don’t set goals for myself and generally speaking, never finish what I start. That being said, I have flat spots on my ass and nobody recognizes me at the gym. I have a business license without a business, chipped toe nail polish, dogs not being walked, and a strange compulsion to buy Franklin Planners. But through the haze of my cluttered mind I can clearly see the pages before me. I always read. I breathe. I read. And for the past ten years I’ve been reading with a collective of remarkable women - each so individually unique and integral to the whole. We are now bound by much more than books. These women are my beacons, teachers, inspiration and family. Everyone should be so fortunate to have the joy and strength of great women in their life to laugh with, cry with, and of course, read with.

Happy 10th Anniversary!