I am SO proud of my sister that I had to toast her in this post.
My Sister Maureen on the right
After many many years of living in one city where she has had a whole slew of friends, she is making a move into a “brave new world”. To be 66 and face this new adventure is both exciting and it has to be somewhat frightening. She has had to say good-bye to all that is comfortable and familiar and to dear dear friends. But she has done all of this with cheerful courage and excited determination. She has blogged about this “My Move” all along the way from when she first started downsizing last year to last night’s, “My Move Part 4, Final Day”
My sister began her life of adventure when she was just 20 years old. She had just graduated from University in our small town in Nova Scotia, one of 11 children, she made a huge move to Edmonton Alberta, almost 4000 miles away. There she became a teacher and met and fell in love with her husband of 45 years. They moved to Africa after they were married and the adventures for them were off and running.
Change can be very difficult at any age but after we hit our 60’s it can be very traumatic. Knowing my dear sister; however, I feel sure that she will take it one day at a time, one new experience each day as she continues to meet and make new friends, and set forth to live her life to the fullest.
Get ready for new challenges and happy times, Maureen.
I SALUTE YOU, Maureen!
Maureen in Bermuda with my Granddaughters
Studying my granddaughter’s extensive Christmas Wish List, gave me cause to smile. It’s as though she feels, the more she adds to the list, the better chance she has of obtaining what she really wants. If she were to choose perhaps one or two items, I am thinking, one of them could be some rather too grown-up styled shoes. You see, this little darling is all of ten years old and she is a petite little ten year old. Oh, she is not dumb, our little lass. She has composed a letter to Santa wherein she mentions first and foremost what the REAL meaning of Christmas is, the birthday of Jesus. She also points out that this is indeed most important to her and I believe her. In the meantime, she is still a child and she loves things that sparkle and glitter like almost every little girl who ever walked the face of this earth. She is very clever and so she has buried in the midst of this list a very unusual request, perhaps in hopes that Santa will grant her this special gift. I am quite sure she realizes that this is a pipe dream and even that she could not really go out in public with this wardrobe addition but…..
As a parent/grandparent, I can tell you before I actually looked up the web address for these shoes, it would be something I most definitely not buy for her…..ever!!!! I mean never, ever, ever….
well the shoes are called “Bordello-Teeze”
Bordello: (noun) cathouse; brothel, whorehouse; strumpet house; house of ill repute Webster’s Dictionary
No, Never, Not ever, ever! No way!