As all vacations or any fun trips go, they fly by. The days melt and seamlessly flow together until you wake up one morning and think "OH NO! I have to go home today!" You have to rearrange your luggage so you have room for "stuff" you are coming home with that you hadn't planned to buy or get or find, but you did. You then have to leave behind the leasurely mornings and lazy afternoons and go back to the reality of work and/or school or the reality of your life. Now if that is something you like to do, then you will not mind finding your way back to it.
Me, well, I hate my job so if I don't get a transfer when I get back, I am going to leave it behind. That's why vacation is so very good for us. It gives you time and perspective on what is going on in your life. Let's you see what you need to do what you need to work on, and what you need to let go of. How to simplify.
I saw many friends while I was visiting Paso Robles. It used to be home. Now it is where I have a lot of really good friends and a whole lot of extraordinary memories of them all. You will see some of them over the coming weeks as I have pictures and stories to tell of this week and other things I learned about turning 60 with three thirtysomething women who I adore! Bri, Katie and Taven made it a very special day for me and I will never forget it! You will see what I mean later on. I also learned that I am truly happy to be this age and have lived in the era I did.
To those I got a chance to see it was great, and those I didn't I will see you next time.
A very special thanks to my little host Christopher who shared his cold with me. Thanks Chris! lol! You are growing up too fast!
So my parting thought is that there is always a a reckoning to everything we do, why not make the best of it so when it comes we know that it will be for something good? We proved that this week! See y'all soon!
Coy
Friday, July 29, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
The not so fun part of Travel
OK, so I love to travel, we have established that. but I have to say that I cannot find words to express how much I HATE lines and rude people that you find at airports and other public places that don't care about anyone but themselves. REALLY PEOPLE?????
While travleing yesterday I stayed a ok hotel right by the airport the night before so I could get up have a somewhat easy day of travel and not be totally exhausted. After all I am getting to be a bit older. I was up early, was on time for thr shut tle to the airport which is when I noticed that noone sees the elderly anymore. And I am NOT talking about me. I had two rolling bags, so they were ok but not easy, and yet there was a lady with a cane and a rolling bag that was having trouble getting off the shuttle. The attendent got her bag off and then helped her down and was gone. Ok, that's his job. She and I started into the building together. I can't tell you how many people bumped into her as she was walking just to the ticket counter.
On my flight there was a mother with a young child. When it came time to disembark, no one offered to let her get the child or herself off the plane. I stopped and let her and I heard grumbling from the three guys left behind me. Who then had to stand on the tarmac and wait for their "carry on" that is not really carry on any more.
So, I know that we are all in a rush to get to where we are going. But take a moment and make sure that the older person gets through the door, or the mother with a stroller goes first. Your karma will be better for it. Your day will be better for it and your Soul will be better for it.
I will be the crazy old woman that will be watching someday making notes of those that don't and sending it straight to Santa!!!
While travleing yesterday I stayed a ok hotel right by the airport the night before so I could get up have a somewhat easy day of travel and not be totally exhausted. After all I am getting to be a bit older. I was up early, was on time for thr shut tle to the airport which is when I noticed that noone sees the elderly anymore. And I am NOT talking about me. I had two rolling bags, so they were ok but not easy, and yet there was a lady with a cane and a rolling bag that was having trouble getting off the shuttle. The attendent got her bag off and then helped her down and was gone. Ok, that's his job. She and I started into the building together. I can't tell you how many people bumped into her as she was walking just to the ticket counter.
On my flight there was a mother with a young child. When it came time to disembark, no one offered to let her get the child or herself off the plane. I stopped and let her and I heard grumbling from the three guys left behind me. Who then had to stand on the tarmac and wait for their "carry on" that is not really carry on any more.
So, I know that we are all in a rush to get to where we are going. But take a moment and make sure that the older person gets through the door, or the mother with a stroller goes first. Your karma will be better for it. Your day will be better for it and your Soul will be better for it.
I will be the crazy old woman that will be watching someday making notes of those that don't and sending it straight to Santa!!!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Can you really ever go home again? And if so where is it?
I am planning a week long trip back to Paso Robles to see old friends and visit the sun again next week. I am really looking forward to eating at my favorite places seeing the people I have missed this past year and wandering around Paso and see how I feel.
I have found in the past that you can't go home again. Oh it is great to see everyone, and to visit your old job and the resaurants and places that you loved, but you no longer belong. You no longer have a sense of history that is more current. Everyone's life has moved on including your own.
What I do know is that you have strong ties and that your real friends are there and they welcome you with open arms and they are what make it feel like home again. It is like with your family. You pick up where you left off. With no gaps. That is when it feels so warm and fuzzy that you can't stand it. We all know how that feels.
I know the 9 days I will be there will fly by, but the memories are what will live on with me. After all that is what life is all about right? Having all kinds of memories when you are too old to go anywhere or do anything so you can sit on a porch and relive the good times and trips and people that made life good. My Grandmother taught me that. She gave me my wanderlust when I was very young, and I love her for that. She also said you always pay for good shoes, a good haircut and good perfume. Hmmmmmmmm.
Well, I am already packing to leave on this next adventure. I will take lots of pictures of it all so you will be seeing them here in the coming weeks.
Talk to you all when I get back! Keep kicking up your heels until I return!
Coy
I have found in the past that you can't go home again. Oh it is great to see everyone, and to visit your old job and the resaurants and places that you loved, but you no longer belong. You no longer have a sense of history that is more current. Everyone's life has moved on including your own.
What I do know is that you have strong ties and that your real friends are there and they welcome you with open arms and they are what make it feel like home again. It is like with your family. You pick up where you left off. With no gaps. That is when it feels so warm and fuzzy that you can't stand it. We all know how that feels.
I know the 9 days I will be there will fly by, but the memories are what will live on with me. After all that is what life is all about right? Having all kinds of memories when you are too old to go anywhere or do anything so you can sit on a porch and relive the good times and trips and people that made life good. My Grandmother taught me that. She gave me my wanderlust when I was very young, and I love her for that. She also said you always pay for good shoes, a good haircut and good perfume. Hmmmmmmmm.
Well, I am already packing to leave on this next adventure. I will take lots of pictures of it all so you will be seeing them here in the coming weeks.
Talk to you all when I get back! Keep kicking up your heels until I return!
Coy
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