Thursday, October 23, 2003

I'm not a "lady who lunches" - really I'm not. That term applies to an idle woman who has too much time and money. I'm not a "lunch lady" either, although we all clearly remember a lunch lady from our elementary school days.

With that disclaimer, I had several wonderful lunches this week. Mom's home for a visit! Yesterday was especially fun. Mom, my sister, my sister-in-law and I went to the Village at Winona, a renovated resort village with an interesting history. We browsed the artisan shops and I resisted that hand-blown vase, pottery pie dish and copper double helix mobile. Then we had a long lunch with good conversation. I so enjoy the wonderful women in my family.

Tuesday, October 21, 2003


Do not postpone putting your intentions into writing. When I completed my living will, I struggled with nutrition and hydration. Finally, I left it to my husband's discretion. This case has been positioned by some of the liberal media as "right to die." If you read the details or even look into the face of this woman, it is more like "right to kill." The most important aspect of a living will is to make sure to appoint the right person to make these painful decisions...and the decision should be painful. Otherwise you have selected the wrong person.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

Let's Yak
Fall is here. Wet. Cold. Hostas limp from a killing frost. Field mice moving into the barn. But the paddling is still mighty fine.

"Let's yak," Renee wrote in the subject line of her e-mail. So despite the light rain and 50 degree temp, we launched her Perception kayak and my Mohawk solo into the upper St. Joe River this afternoon.

We paddled upstream to the iron bridge and, as we floated back, the sun came out. The skies were October blue, such an intense blue not seen the rest of the year. The sky and trees, mostly gold but some red, were reflected in the water for a double dose of natural beauty.

Then we sat around the campfire pit and continued to yak.

What a wonderful fall day.

Sunday, October 05, 2003

First Date
Well, date may be too strong of a word, but a young girl joined Ricky and I at Pizza Hut after his soccer game Saturday at his invitation. Normally self-assured, Ricky was a bundle of nerves, but I liked his style. He joked with her about being nervous. Of course, he also made sure that his Mom sat next to him instead of the girl.

Wednesday, October 01, 2003