Time Flies to…Thank the Lord…AND Time to go for “The glow that roils the blood and makes you feel alive.”

Thank the Lord the blitzkrieg of media politics is over.  The social media doesn’t know when to stop.    And “fact check” has become a household phrase.  My regard for a candidate fell a little with every phone call.  I hate robocalling–a prerecorded message?  Double yuk.

It’s also time to drag out your giveaway stuff.  You know that lovely ring that won’t go over your knuckle and you can’t wear anymore? Time to tie a ribbon around it and give it to someone you care about.  Every year my sister-in-law and I minimize our stuff by giving our pretties and not so pretties to folks who will appreciate our gestures.  “Giveaways” are meaningful gifts to those you love.  Why wait?  Downsize the fun way.

Speaking of fun, what are you doing for yourself, just for you?  In early autumn on a cool day, when I was pretty sure no one was about, I did “whirlies” in the grass in my bare feet.  Whirlies are kind of crooked circles that you make with your arms out.   I felt such a rush.  I felt free.  I was alive.

Someone asked me if I really did this.  Yes, I did, and I am only a little bit dippy.  If anyone would have asked I had my reply ready.  “The doctor told me to.”

Everyone needs moments in their life that make them glow.  Heck, buy a hair piece to cover your bald spot.  They look quite natural.  I don’t know the cost, but be a little daring.  Or buy something absolutely useless if you like it.  Light candles and gaze out your window.   Candlelight softens the rough edges.

If I thought I could manage the landing, I might consider skydiving.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, the lower part of my back is bolstered with titanium rods, and I would hate to have one poke me in a lung.  Instead I am going on the big Ferris wheel at Navy Pier.  When I was young, I once got motion sickness and threw up on the poor riders beneath me.  Ever since, I’ve avoided Ferris wheels.  I am also going to stand on the platform at Willis Tower.   That’s daring enough for me.

Age related inhibitions sometimes are too much.  Giggling, snorting, belly laughs are good things.  I never said fling caution to the winds, but buy that smart phone and text your whoevers.  It’s never too late to try.  After living most of my life with dark hair, I am now blonde… for sure, I will never be gray.  I dared to dye, and it worked.  I like it.

I really think you always regret the things you didn’t do.  With every experience I’ve had– the good, the bad, the beautiful–I have grown and become more resilient.  That’s what life is about, isn’t it?

I have so much to be thankful for:  extra time to do and know,  new friends, old friends, family to die for, and a loving God.

Bless you all.

Lu

P.S.  On December 4 at 7 p.m. , Mary Krekelberg is having a BYOB session, BRING YOUR OWN BOOK.  I attend because I plain out love it.  The ideas for new books fly around and everyone enjoys the evening.  Do come.