Tonight I walked outside to call the dogs in from my second story deck and although the banked fog way out there had taken away what could have been a spectacular sunset, I found that subtle change of color that always fascinates me at the end and beginning of day. The inky blue-black of night was falling fast but there was a few bands of lighter blue turning to pink and then orange and then the incredible red that painters have trouble capturing. The fog that banked out at the horizon then turned it into a murky tomato red that then dropped into an undulating steel gray sea with pearlized waves.
When I looked back up at the trees that I grouse about that block my view of the ocean on two thirds of my deck I noticed that the bands of light were shining through the boughs of the trees and making a puzzle of color that was priceless, then as I scanned the rest of the clear sky (something that we cherish here in the Northwest!) I saw that the crescent moon was just over the tops of those trees, making it a picture perfect moment in time as I stood there listening to the dogs in the neighbor hood talk about how the cats were bothering them again or how the weekend vacation dogs needed to mellow out for the Labor Day weekend. But at just a moment in time, all was right in the world.
I try to capture that moment every time I take a picture at the beach of the sunset or try to keep a picture that I didn't take in my head for a time to be able to write about it. So instead of inserting one of the many, many, many times I have tried to capture the sunset, I will let you picture it for yourself. Close your eyes and picture the perfect sunset without the sun in it.
Then see how relaxed you are. I sure am.
Have a great Labor Day weekend and stay safe.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Coming and going
When I lived in the Bay Area with all the bridges everywhere I learned to drive going through the Caldecott tunnel being rewarded with a usually beautiful view of the San Francisco Bay when you come out of it. Lake Temesacal is off to the left where I spent many afternoons my senior year cutting my last two classes and with my friends Sue, Karen, Christine or a few others we would feel so adult like being on our own. But we would drive around the Berkeley hills getting lost and then finding our way home again in time not to get caught.
I used to try to find back ways to places that I would go so that I would know where other streets went so I wouldn't have to come back the same way I came. I always loved the different scenery of an alternate route if I had time. Of course there is never time you say on your way to work. Or in my case right now, when everything is on Highway 101.
But a couple of days ago I had to go to Corvallis. It is about a hour and a half to two hour drive from me. There are two ways to go to get there. And the first time I went, I took the same route both ways as I was pushed for time. This time, well now that I am unemployed, I have all my days open, so, I decided to take the other way home.
It was another wooded beautiful drive as are most of them here in Oregon. There are all these beautiful green pines and steams and deep green wooded areas that invite you to stop and make you want to take a walk in them. They are dotted with rustic houses and yards filled with flowers as if they just can't help themselves from growing bigger than life. The Rhodedendrons are blooming everywhere so there are huge bushes of color around every turn.
It had started out cloudy but had turned into a beautiful sunny day and I had the sunroof open as I was cruising down the highway with Little Big Town playing full force, singing away. As I came upon some road work, there was a construction worker standining with his stop/slow sign. He was a round man probably in his late fifties, with a huge full salt and pepper beard and mustache and his hard hat. I was first to be stopped while they allowed the other side to come through. The tune Little White Church came on and to my surprise, he started singing the song and stomping his foot to the beat. It lasted for the whole song while the cars went by. Just as it ended he stopped, and turned the sign then did a very gentlemanly bow stretching out his hand in the direction for me to go. I saluted my partner in song laughing as I looked in the rear view mirror to see the person in the pickup behind me clapping for our host. It was a little three minute interlude on a highway I normally wouldn't have taken. But it will stick in my mind as a great ending to the day.
He could have stood there as so many do, and done nothing. It would have been another part of the day to the rest of us. But he had a good time, from an otherwise annoying situation to most people who had to stop. He made at least two of us enjoy the stop and have a good memory of that road and that trip.
Some people just have a knack for doing that.
I know as a woman it is scary to be out there and reach out to people we don't know. There are so many bad things that can happen, but I have always found that if you trust your instincts, you know that reaching out in small ways and talking to people and showing small gestures when you are out traveling that it is so much more satisfying than not to you in the long run. It is no telling who you might meet and what you might learn.
My friend Nancy used to say Hi to everyone we would pass when we were hiking in Yosemite or Tahoe, or on the Beach. She taught me that it is a good thing to do and I drive Cal crazy by doing it when we go on trips. I ask locals questions without thought of what they might think of me. Call me crazy but who else would know about the area I am visiting than the locals? And they tell you some extraordinary things at times!
So next time you get the chance, take a different way home and see what you find. Who knows you may meet my singing construction guy? You may find that perfect photo, but it is always good to stretch those wings and see something new.
Travel on.
I used to try to find back ways to places that I would go so that I would know where other streets went so I wouldn't have to come back the same way I came. I always loved the different scenery of an alternate route if I had time. Of course there is never time you say on your way to work. Or in my case right now, when everything is on Highway 101.
But a couple of days ago I had to go to Corvallis. It is about a hour and a half to two hour drive from me. There are two ways to go to get there. And the first time I went, I took the same route both ways as I was pushed for time. This time, well now that I am unemployed, I have all my days open, so, I decided to take the other way home.
It was another wooded beautiful drive as are most of them here in Oregon. There are all these beautiful green pines and steams and deep green wooded areas that invite you to stop and make you want to take a walk in them. They are dotted with rustic houses and yards filled with flowers as if they just can't help themselves from growing bigger than life. The Rhodedendrons are blooming everywhere so there are huge bushes of color around every turn.
It had started out cloudy but had turned into a beautiful sunny day and I had the sunroof open as I was cruising down the highway with Little Big Town playing full force, singing away. As I came upon some road work, there was a construction worker standining with his stop/slow sign. He was a round man probably in his late fifties, with a huge full salt and pepper beard and mustache and his hard hat. I was first to be stopped while they allowed the other side to come through. The tune Little White Church came on and to my surprise, he started singing the song and stomping his foot to the beat. It lasted for the whole song while the cars went by. Just as it ended he stopped, and turned the sign then did a very gentlemanly bow stretching out his hand in the direction for me to go. I saluted my partner in song laughing as I looked in the rear view mirror to see the person in the pickup behind me clapping for our host. It was a little three minute interlude on a highway I normally wouldn't have taken. But it will stick in my mind as a great ending to the day.
He could have stood there as so many do, and done nothing. It would have been another part of the day to the rest of us. But he had a good time, from an otherwise annoying situation to most people who had to stop. He made at least two of us enjoy the stop and have a good memory of that road and that trip.
Some people just have a knack for doing that.
I know as a woman it is scary to be out there and reach out to people we don't know. There are so many bad things that can happen, but I have always found that if you trust your instincts, you know that reaching out in small ways and talking to people and showing small gestures when you are out traveling that it is so much more satisfying than not to you in the long run. It is no telling who you might meet and what you might learn.
My friend Nancy used to say Hi to everyone we would pass when we were hiking in Yosemite or Tahoe, or on the Beach. She taught me that it is a good thing to do and I drive Cal crazy by doing it when we go on trips. I ask locals questions without thought of what they might think of me. Call me crazy but who else would know about the area I am visiting than the locals? And they tell you some extraordinary things at times!
So next time you get the chance, take a different way home and see what you find. Who knows you may meet my singing construction guy? You may find that perfect photo, but it is always good to stretch those wings and see something new.
Travel on.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Thoughts on 9/11
I was as horrified as everyone else when I got up on 9/11 almost 10 years ago and saw the unimaginable events playing out. And as we are coming up to the anniversary of it, I have been thinmking about how it came to be even closer to me than I ever imagined.
You have heard me talk of Jane, my tent mate in Yosemite. She was from New York. As I saw what was going on, I was concerned about her as I know she worked in the area, I did not know if she worked in the towers. She was not there that day. I sent her an email asking her to just let me know she was ok. She didn't answer for three days. When she was able to get back to me that she was ok I was grateful that the one and only person I knew in New York was safe and sound. So she will be here to celebrate another milestone birthday in November.
Here I was in California, and across the continent I knew just one person that could be touched by this immense tragedy. How small the world is. And how widespread our lives are these days. We get to know people from all walks of life, and we are able to keep in touch in so many ways. Easier than even 20 years ago. The world is still a big place with many wondorous things in it, and many not so good things but I try to look at all the beauty and good each time I open my eyes.
When I see what people can do to each other like 9/11, then I have to see what the firefighters and the Security people and police did on that day. What made everyday citizens become heroes both outside and inside the twin towers. That makes me feel both proud and humble.
Would I have that kind of courage in the face of such an event? I guess we would only know if it happens to us. We had a group of preteens at the beach here, and one boy was body surfing when he got caught in a rip tide. A 13 year old girl who was in the water helped to save him without thought for her own safety. He was pulled from the water unresponsive and was revived and now has a long recovery but he will recover due to a young girl doing what she could and without thought to her own safety. Courage comes in all forms. Everyday.
When in our travels we have the opportunity to be helpful to our fellow man or woman, or for that matter our fellow animal, I feel we need to push our normal boundaries and find it in ourselves to honor the ones that came before us and give of our selves. That should be the legacy of 9/11. That we have learned that there is no difference in any of us in the middle of a disaster, or emergency, we are all afraid, it is those that step up that are the brave ones.
It doesn't always go the way we plan, but it is always the right thing to do.
I always wanted to go to New York, now that Hurricane Irene has passed, I may have to wait a while, but I am going to plan a trip to visit Jane and see how she really is face to face. I want to see the Big Apple.
Keep moving people!
You have heard me talk of Jane, my tent mate in Yosemite. She was from New York. As I saw what was going on, I was concerned about her as I know she worked in the area, I did not know if she worked in the towers. She was not there that day. I sent her an email asking her to just let me know she was ok. She didn't answer for three days. When she was able to get back to me that she was ok I was grateful that the one and only person I knew in New York was safe and sound. So she will be here to celebrate another milestone birthday in November.
Here I was in California, and across the continent I knew just one person that could be touched by this immense tragedy. How small the world is. And how widespread our lives are these days. We get to know people from all walks of life, and we are able to keep in touch in so many ways. Easier than even 20 years ago. The world is still a big place with many wondorous things in it, and many not so good things but I try to look at all the beauty and good each time I open my eyes.
When I see what people can do to each other like 9/11, then I have to see what the firefighters and the Security people and police did on that day. What made everyday citizens become heroes both outside and inside the twin towers. That makes me feel both proud and humble.
Would I have that kind of courage in the face of such an event? I guess we would only know if it happens to us. We had a group of preteens at the beach here, and one boy was body surfing when he got caught in a rip tide. A 13 year old girl who was in the water helped to save him without thought for her own safety. He was pulled from the water unresponsive and was revived and now has a long recovery but he will recover due to a young girl doing what she could and without thought to her own safety. Courage comes in all forms. Everyday.
When in our travels we have the opportunity to be helpful to our fellow man or woman, or for that matter our fellow animal, I feel we need to push our normal boundaries and find it in ourselves to honor the ones that came before us and give of our selves. That should be the legacy of 9/11. That we have learned that there is no difference in any of us in the middle of a disaster, or emergency, we are all afraid, it is those that step up that are the brave ones.
It doesn't always go the way we plan, but it is always the right thing to do.
I always wanted to go to New York, now that Hurricane Irene has passed, I may have to wait a while, but I am going to plan a trip to visit Jane and see how she really is face to face. I want to see the Big Apple.
Keep moving people!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Curve balls in life
I guess this can be considered about traveling and wandering. I think I just need to vent a bit. Since returning from Sunny California I have been trying to readjust to the fact that I miss my friends, the wonderful food and the warmth of California. I miss the wide open spaces and even the brown of it right now since it is late summer. I miss the fact that I had to wear sunglasses every day I was out. I miss that my friends were welcoming and happy and people were friendly.
I am sitting in my house and not liking anything but the view. Last night there was a great meteor shower. I got up at 4:30 to see it. I missed most of it becuase of the overcast. Nothing new. I am wearing a sweater and Uggs as it is cold enough to have them on. COME ON! ITS AUGUST!
Ok, I admit is partially that because of my job that I feel this way. And my bitchy neighbor too. But I have never found so many people be so on guard, or so unwilling to be open and friendly in my life! Am I so stand offish that no one at least wants to talk and get to know me? I don't think that I am dull or stupid or so opinionated that I can't be approached!
Ok, so enough of that. So because of this set back I decided to call a couple of old friends and lick my wounds a bit. Then after I did that I ate some very nice, very dark chocolate (very small piece I might add) and then I tried to do some meditation and visualization. Well, I have to say the chocolate worked best. BUT, I also got out my trusted "Guide for the Advanced Soul, A book of insight." you hold a problem in your mind, then close your eyes and open the book to any page for an answer. Very new age. But it gives me perspective every time.
What did it say you ask me?
"Success is a journey, not a destination-half the fun is getting there. Gita Bellin
So, ok, I guess it is where I am supposed to be at the moment and as much "fun" as I am having in this stew of life I would really like to be past it. But there is no rushing these life lessons I guess. Now I know why there are all those platitudes of making lemonade and keeping your eye on the ball.
So, for now that I have complained and groused and stomped my feet like a 5 year old. I will go upstairs and play with my puppies and fix dinner and stop being childish. Life can't always be wonderful. But if I am lucky I will see a spectacular sunset alone tonight and I will be grateful for the opportunity to see it with my eyes. To lift a glass of wine with my hands, and to eat the food that I have made, and keep warm and safe in my home. And if I should think of just one more thing to be grateful for, it would be that I have friends out there that will read this and laugh at my musings and think, yep that sounds just like her. Because after all I do have some pretty spectacular friends out there even if they are farther away than I would like. Oh yeah, that's something to be grateful for, my friends from all over.
Ya know, I feel better already. It is the journey that brought all of you into my life. However short or long it was. And I have all of those memories to make me realize how really crappy the lives of these people must be to have to be so mean and manipulative. So, thanks to all of you for making me hit the curve ball. I may not make it out of the park, but it is definitely a base hit. Play on my friends! I am ready to take on another round with the cursed crew!
I am sitting in my house and not liking anything but the view. Last night there was a great meteor shower. I got up at 4:30 to see it. I missed most of it becuase of the overcast. Nothing new. I am wearing a sweater and Uggs as it is cold enough to have them on. COME ON! ITS AUGUST!
Ok, I admit is partially that because of my job that I feel this way. And my bitchy neighbor too. But I have never found so many people be so on guard, or so unwilling to be open and friendly in my life! Am I so stand offish that no one at least wants to talk and get to know me? I don't think that I am dull or stupid or so opinionated that I can't be approached!
Ok, so enough of that. So because of this set back I decided to call a couple of old friends and lick my wounds a bit. Then after I did that I ate some very nice, very dark chocolate (very small piece I might add) and then I tried to do some meditation and visualization. Well, I have to say the chocolate worked best. BUT, I also got out my trusted "Guide for the Advanced Soul, A book of insight." you hold a problem in your mind, then close your eyes and open the book to any page for an answer. Very new age. But it gives me perspective every time.
What did it say you ask me?
"Success is a journey, not a destination-half the fun is getting there. Gita Bellin
So, ok, I guess it is where I am supposed to be at the moment and as much "fun" as I am having in this stew of life I would really like to be past it. But there is no rushing these life lessons I guess. Now I know why there are all those platitudes of making lemonade and keeping your eye on the ball.
So, for now that I have complained and groused and stomped my feet like a 5 year old. I will go upstairs and play with my puppies and fix dinner and stop being childish. Life can't always be wonderful. But if I am lucky I will see a spectacular sunset alone tonight and I will be grateful for the opportunity to see it with my eyes. To lift a glass of wine with my hands, and to eat the food that I have made, and keep warm and safe in my home. And if I should think of just one more thing to be grateful for, it would be that I have friends out there that will read this and laugh at my musings and think, yep that sounds just like her. Because after all I do have some pretty spectacular friends out there even if they are farther away than I would like. Oh yeah, that's something to be grateful for, my friends from all over.
Ya know, I feel better already. It is the journey that brought all of you into my life. However short or long it was. And I have all of those memories to make me realize how really crappy the lives of these people must be to have to be so mean and manipulative. So, thanks to all of you for making me hit the curve ball. I may not make it out of the park, but it is definitely a base hit. Play on my friends! I am ready to take on another round with the cursed crew!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Going to the Fair (Mid State Fair that is........)
Every year that i lived in Paso Robles, I looked forward to July for two reasons. My birthday and the Mid State Fair. Because of the location of Paso there are no good venues for concerts within an hour and a half of you. And growing up in the Bay Area I was within 30 minutes of so many good places to see great artists in so many amazing places that it was one of my favorite things to do all year round.
We had second row for Jason Aldean. The girls are in love! They made signs for him and I have to tell you it worked!. He loved it. Sugarland we were futher back but it was still great to see them play so well. But a concert is only as good as the performance and the people you share it with. I love the concerts that the performer interacts with the audience more, and I have people with me who can get up and have a good time by singing and dancing and shouting and showing that they are alive and enjoying the concert. I figure if it's called a live show we should be alive! Be excited about it! It is an event in your life and it is an event in that performers life though they have them all the time, it is up to them to make it different in each place they play. That is one of the things I liked about the older entertainers is they knew how to play to an audience. Most of the new acts don't. Some do, and they seem to bring them closer to them even if they sit in the very back of the arena. Why go if it sounds like the CD? I didn't have to pay 60 bucks to hear a replica of what I have. I want to have something new to take home.
We dont' have the pictures of the Lady A concert up yet as they don't seem to be on my download from the girls so they will be on at a later date. But to me it was the best of all as we saw them go from an opening act and a on the free stage act to the big show and enjoying every minute of it. They are polished and shining up the act and coming on strong.
In Paso we get big names for two weeks a year right in our back yard in an out door venue that is not the greatest as it gets windy and cold at night but it gets great crowds most times and you have a super time.
This year my three concerts that I got to go and see with my amazing friends Brianna, Katie and Tayven was Sugarland, Jason Aldean and Lady Antebellum on my birthday.
We had second row for Jason Aldean. The girls are in love! They made signs for him and I have to tell you it worked!. He loved it. Sugarland we were futher back but it was still great to see them play so well. But a concert is only as good as the performance and the people you share it with. I love the concerts that the performer interacts with the audience more, and I have people with me who can get up and have a good time by singing and dancing and shouting and showing that they are alive and enjoying the concert. I figure if it's called a live show we should be alive! Be excited about it! It is an event in your life and it is an event in that performers life though they have them all the time, it is up to them to make it different in each place they play. That is one of the things I liked about the older entertainers is they knew how to play to an audience. Most of the new acts don't. Some do, and they seem to bring them closer to them even if they sit in the very back of the arena. Why go if it sounds like the CD? I didn't have to pay 60 bucks to hear a replica of what I have. I want to have something new to take home. 
We dont' have the pictures of the Lady A concert up yet as they don't seem to be on my download from the girls so they will be on at a later date. But to me it was the best of all as we saw them go from an opening act and a on the free stage act to the big show and enjoying every minute of it. They are polished and shining up the act and coming on strong. But it is more about seeing the strange outfits at the fair in the 95 degree heat and what people actually wear out! It is more fun to sit and people watch, and i am not just talking about the young girls in the very short jean shorts with the boots and cowboy hats, i am talking about the really huge men and women in their 40's and 50s that should know better! I had forgotten how really silly it was at the fair.
But it is also about running into old friends that you haven't seen in a year and that you can stand around at Jimmy's watering hole with a drink or a beer and catch up on everyone that you haven't seen. it is so much fun to see all the sea of humanity that shows up for the two weeks of the fair. And to know that it is in your back yard.
We ate all the food that you eat at a fair that you wouldn't think of eating any other time of the year. The corndogs, the fried waffle things, the most delicious cinnamon rolls ever from the Western place! YUM! And of course you can't go to the fair and not have kettle corn. It just seems to call to you. There are so many other good things that are there, the fish tacos and the Santa Maria BBQ....I could go on and on, but you get the idea. And then there are the vendors and shopping. Three huge buildings of stuff that you never see except at the fair. It's more fun than ever! Just to look at it all. I love it! Even in the heat, but by 5-6pm it begins to cool down and the temperature will drop from 95 to 50 in an hour so you have to have a jacket. It is one of the things we used to love about it there. It always cooled down.
So, I loved the fair this year as it was special just getting there and seeing everyone. I didn't get to see all that I wanted but I was so busy, and to tell the truth I had to nap most days to keep up with the three of them. Funny how age does that to you.
Well, my friends I hope that this summer, you have a grand time, and find a great summer memory to include in your book of memories. When you get really old you will be able to pull it out and revisit the feeling and enjoy it again and again.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Going Home again......
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
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 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!!!
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