I have a friend on Facebook that is always showing photos of her patio filled with flowers. She says it’s her “happy place.” It’s a great set-up and the flowers are lovely, but sitting where other condos or townhomes are the view wouldn’t be a good fit for me.
Where do you feel calm? Where do you relax?
So Disneyworld is my happy place — and it’s definitely not calm or relaxing. And because I can’t be there nearly as often as I’d like, I do have a spot here at the barndo that’s a darned good substitute.
It doesn’t even matter that there’s landscaping all around me that needs to be done or that I’m wearing my mowing shoes. I don’t even care that the pool is still too frigid to enjoy. I like to sit in that one chair and listen to the water, the birds, and the windchimes as I feel the breeze move through.
And sometimes I think about how old I’m getting. Like yesterday, for example — Coco’s birthday.
My favorite and only granddaughter is officially 14.
Her Mom — Ben’s ex — sent a text today (she has Coco this week) with a photo.
She went on to say that when she first started talking to Ben, she was 14. Holy cow, y’all! That made my stomach jump. I sincerely feel like Coco should be 8… 10 at the oldest.
Now you know: Steve Jobs had tendency to eat only one or two foods, like carrots or apples, for weeks at a time.