I was a teenager in the 1960s, San Francisco bay area. Based on that you might think I was a hippie. Not so.
The craziest thing I did back then was save my babysitting money to buy tickets to a live Beatles concert at the Cow Palace. They looked like pin dots down on the stage, but it didn’t matter – - we were breathing the same air. Well, my air was a little thinner and higher up. Anyway…..
The next craziest thing I did was marry a Canadian who made me move to Alaska (but really, I wanted to go anyway) where we raised our four boys and had a lot of adventures.
In a moment of temporary insanity which hit us both at the same time, we moved to Oregon to be closer to family. This proved to have many negative consequences. However, the outstanding consequences of daughters-in-law and grandchildren made the negatives inconsequential.
I worked my adult life as a quiet, nerdy accounting type… all the while dreaming of writing a best-selling book, making it on to Oprah’s show and because of my new-found celebrity, arriving on stage at Dancing With the Stars. But Oprah’s doing other things now and I’d probably hurt myself severely with the dancing thing. I’m moving ahead on the book, however.
Early retirement and relocation to care for a family member has taken the husband and I into the world of dementia. I’m learning new things about “it” and a whole lot about myself as well.
Thank goodness writing is portable. Family, photos and faith are my subject matter. And sometimes a little humor. If I ever go for the dancing thing, I’ll let you know. Thanks for stopping by.