Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Friday, June 26, 2020
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Are you well, managing your life, and finding happiness in small things? I truly hope so.
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
How are you doing with your reading choices these days?
I've found some more bargains at the local Dollar Tree shop - a quick stop
whilst doing that grocery run on Thursday.
Four books caught my eye, and four dollars were all they cost. . . . . .
. . . . . . just can't beat those prices!
I was not familiar with any of these authors, but a quick look
and I realized these books might provide interesting reading.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Friday, June 19, 2020
Thursday, June 18, 2020
I've met all these women during my travels and I'm betting not a single one of them is losing sleep or pulling out her hair because of NEW Blogger! Each is a special woman of the world. Their countries, Japan, India, Vietnam, Thailand, Sri Lanka, Botswana, Zambia etc. may be different in many ways, but beautiful ladies working hard, smiling big, enjoying life, are probably not sitting around for hours wondering about how to post on a blog, right? Hopefully they are well, happy, and getting on with their lives.
Now I'm beginning to wonder myself as to why I'm doing just that. . . . . . .sitting here frustrated, wasting time, angry, and wondering why there are people out there, somewhere, making decisions to change what has been so easy and successful for millions of people for so long.
For me, blogging used to be because I thought my family would some day enjoy reading what their mother/grandma/great grandma got up to in her later years. That they would gasp or grin over her travels and adventures, enjoy seeing her photos - some of which are quite good - and many from far off wild places around the globe where most people don't visit. I thought they would have a giggle over me being tossed by a rogue wave into the bottom of a Zodiac boat. . . . . while my ship had to up anchor and sail away to calmer waters before picking me up again. I hoped they'd stare in awe at me standing on Antarctic ice surrounded by half a million penguins - after all I was in awe myself and brought to tears by such an experience. Washing an elephant then riding it bareback into a Thai river; sipping afternoon tea in Dubai at the top of the tallest building in the world; photographing the 'big five' in Africa; being picked up by a helicopter (one mode of transport I said I'd never do!) then flying over the amazing Okavango Delta in Botswana because our little plane couldn't land on the flooded runway near our safari camp; standing on the very edge of Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, clinging to Bob, while the Zambezi River flowed around us. Now I wonder if they will ever really find any of that interesting with life changing so drastically.
There is so much more, so many wonderful memories, so little time left. . . . . and now perhaps compromised to the point where I may never travel on an expedition again. My wild wandering days may be over. I can't even get home to England this year unless things really change by Autumn.
life with you.
I have loved meeting many of you in person, and hope
to do more of that if/when possible.
Meanwhile, let's struggle along together - thanks so much
to all of you who've offered to assist with New Blogger issues.
I'm still toggling between legacy and new - hoping
the powers that be will get it right soon.
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
back to old and much loved original Blogger.
Monday, June 15, 2020
were spent glued to my laptop screen.
I've been addicted/watching the hatching, growing, and then fledging of the four
precious Peregrine falcon chicks from their nesting area on a 13th floor
window ledge of an office building in Manchester, NH.
This building was actually where my husband worked for a few years early
in his career - and visited many times on business for his company in the years
following when we moved away from Manchester, first to Massachusetts and
then in 1977 here to Raleigh, NC.
This pair of handsome falcons have raised chicks on the ledge with the sheltering
box, perch, cameras etc., for many years and the annual springtime process has
a large following of birders and bird lovers from all over.
Watching those tiny balls of white fluff grow and thrive, and with such caring
parents, has helped me with the stress of being self-quarantined during all
the sadness of the current time in our country and around the world.