Which do you prefer, texts or telephones? I love hearing the sound of voices. I love when my phone rings. I enjoy hearing updates, stories, news, and questions. Of course, I like texts too, when they are nice.
Another preference of mine is meals, merrymaking, and conversations. In person, memory-making fills my heart with joy. I love sharing a dinner then a card game with friends. Or, a “guess what I did this week” story over a glass of grape.
So, keep those cards and letters and texts and calls coming. This upcoming holiday season, call someone you haven’t spoken with in a while. Send a lovely, cheery card. Make that call. That’ll surely make someone’s day.
Many people enjoy the benefits and features of social media. I am one of those people. I connect with far away family and friends from different times in my life. A big joy is having phone conversations with them, reading long hand-written letters, or, meeting in person*.
Whether meeting new friends on the world-wide-web or at a party, using words, hugs, events, and love enrich our lives. Words matter. YOU matter. I matter.
Today the temperature is 28ºF, here in St. Charles. There are white flakes falling cylindrically from the sky, covering the parked cars, the sidewalks, and streets. I will learn a new skill today: driving in the snow. This is my second winter in Missouri, and last year there was only a bit of snow and I chose to stay indoors. This year, however, I have to master the skill. I have an appointment and errands I must attend, so the lesson begins.
Thanks to friends for tips, and YouTube for videos, I’m ready.
Board the plane, hop in the car, buckle up and go. Celebrate those you love.
Over the weekend, we traveled to Dallas, TX and joined hearts with family and life-long friends to celebrate my Mom: she turned 83 years young AND became a Bat Mitzvah and read Torah in public for the first time. This was a beautiful accomplishment and she made herself and me so proud. The celebration continued with a meal, singing, and lifting her on a chair (thanks to four strong men) to dance. My heart was (and still is) so full of love.
When someone you love has a celebration if at all possible, go, attend, join, and enjoy. As we get older, we don’t lose our friends, we find out who our real ones are. Travel to celebrate.
These are a few of my favorite things: Sunshine, road trips, friends, trees, and positivity.
On the way home from exploring the city, I missed my exit toward home and headed to the next state line (Illinois) by mistake. This is the second time I did that, so the lesson is now secure in my mind: stay in the middle of the two exit lanes to head West to the I-70.
Learn by doing, learn from mistakes, learning is growing.
Looking out the window this morning looks more like a Bob Ross, Ansel Adams (albeit not in black & white), or Aaron Reed painting. There’s sun brightening the yellow trees, the pink hotel, the damp streets. I’m overjoyed to see the brilliance of the sun replace the clouds and heavy rains from yesterday. Momma Nature has provided stunning colors to my “backyard” view.
I’m grateful and memorizing the scenes because I know, soon enough, the trees will lose their leaves and I’ll have to wait until Spring to enjoy them again.
Weekend challenge: take a photo of your backyard view and share below. I want to see what you see.