Nadine

Wouldn’t you just love to meet this lady, and aspire to be just like her in the future!

Storyshucker

There was a chilly mist in the March air, but I love my early morning walks and this gray gloom wasn’t going to keep me from today’s. I stopped midway on a bridge over the creek to watch a pair of mallards silently pick and poke along the muddy bank. Nothing could ruin this perfect serenity.

“Hey!” the shrill voice called. “Beautiful, right?” The spry old woman pointed towards the ducks as she marched enthusiastically onto the bridge to stand beside me. She twirled her arms in several rapid circles, stretched her back, then leaned on the railing and began doing standing push-ups. Dressed in sweat pants and jacket, baseball cap and sneakers, she had all the markings of devoted walker.

“Hi.” I said tentatively, unsure of what was happening.

“You’re from the South, aren’t you? Hiiiii. That’s how you said it. Hiiiii.” She spoke with her back to me…

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What to worry about or not… — Lori Greer in Portland

Still as valid today as it was in 1933

Here is a list that Jazz Age novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald sent his 11-year old daughter Scottie in 1933 of things to and not to worry about. She was the only child of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.

via What to worry about or not… — Lori Greer in Portland

Sunday sayings #50

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and here is a valuable lesson – source unknown

I was out walking with my 4½ year-old son.

He picked something off the ground and started to put it in his mouth. I took the item away from him and I asked him not to do that.

“Why?” my son asked.

“Because it’s been on the ground; you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs”, I replied.

At this point my son looked at me with total admiration and asked,  “Mum, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart.”

I was thinking quickly and replied,  “All mums know this stuff. It’s on the Mum Test. You have to know it or they don’t let you be a Mum.”

We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes and he was evidently pondering this new information.

“Oh….I get it!” he beamed.  “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the Dad.”

“Exactly.” I replied with a big smile on my face!

 

Alone With My Bike

I’m shamelessly reblogging this because I added a little verse to the comments, and I rather like it. Also, if you haven’t ever read any of Colleen’s posts then you are missing out on some very wise words, some selfless, and often moving, observations, and the chance to get to know more about a lovely lady. I think Colleen should be prescribed to everyone as a pick me up!

The Chatter Blog

I got on my bike.

To be alone or so I wouldn’t be alone.

I’m not sure which.

Along the way I received waves,

Hellos,

Good mornings,

Thumbs up,

and

A few things I couldn’t decipher but they were said with smiles

So I accepted them with delight.

I met Judy who was on a bike for the first time in 15 years.

She was grateful for being on the bike and determined to resume her joy of biking.

I was appreciated her smiling face and her sharing her story with me.

I stopped to watch a muddy river.

It wasn’t so much roaring as it was rumbling,

I enjoyed the sound of it.

On the way back

I saw a damn snake.

And with that adrenaline I nearly flew over the next five miles.

There was no poetry to my day,

But maybe the rhythm of it lent to…

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