Is anyone out there thinking of doing anything adventurous one of these days? Like everyone else out there lucky enough to be alive, we’re getting older ladies. Just about all of us have something we’ve thought we may want to try. It can be as simple as a radically different hair style or developing and idea into a hobby or even a business. Volunteer work? Conquering the computer? Learning to refinish furniture or planting a garden? Slapping some paint on the walls of a drab room or even discovering what is all the way in the back of that one really scary closet or cupboard. Come on, admit it. We all have those, as well as the mystery containers in our refrigerators.
Or what about something bigger? Bravely looking up that old boyfriend if we’re single or getting back in touch with a good friend from whom we’ve drifted away. Yes, there could be rejection involved, but we’ll never know until we try. Something special may come it. Sometimes we need to shake life up a bit to bring more positivity to us. I can’t claim to be an expert on the topic, but in 2007 I went on a pilgrimage of sorts, and will be forever grateful I did.
My own adventure had it’s beginning in Queens, New York when I was all of three years old. There were years of curiosity, and endless “I wonders” until I left my comfort zone to travel to Italy. But it’s all too much for one sitting, so I’ll continue at another time. Mean while, remember that cosmic clock is ticking. Surely there’s something you’d like to do? Think it over.
Have to run……………….
Spring, in the tiny person of a granddaughter. I’m so excited that my fingers are all over the keyboard. I cannot wait to meet and hold her. To nuzzle her neck and inhale that wondrous baby smell, kiss her tiny toes and blow gentle raspberries on her belly. I want to gaze at her and try and read all that magical baby wisdom that will be in her eyes. Most of all I want to hold her over my heart and settle in for a snuggle of marathon proportions.
and penis, pubic hair triangle and buttocks along with your ass crack. Can’t you see the pedophiles and perverts lining up for the scanning jobs? The sexual predators glorying in the feeling of power resulting from being able to view the naked bodies of strangers whose only crime is wanting to travel by plane? The trauma experienced by the victims of rape and other sexual assaults? Is this what our country is about? Don’t you think that our founding fathers are twirling like tops in their graves?
