You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
I read and write in my cozy den. The television doesn’t bother me at all. Izzy either sits on my lap or or Bud’s or rotates between the two dog beds or the love seat, Croc on his bed or the love seat. Bud reclines in his comfy chair and watches TV or reads. It’s a good, quiet place to be.
I write. That is the most creative thing I do. I also garden, crochet and am learning to knit. I am finding knitting very challenging. So far, I am creating only messed but I will get it. I am persistent.
The biggest influences in my life were my parents. My mother is warm and compassionate. I always felt her love. My father was stern. From him I learned to work and to finish a job. That was a great help in my career. I never worked under a more demanding boss.
I don’t remember a lot about 1950. One good thing about being born in 1950 is it’s always been easy to calculate my age. Despite that, I still managed to mess up on my age. I claimed to be twenty-five for two years, then repeated year thirty-seven twice. I have no idea why I did that.
I think I am a decent judge of character. I don’t jump to conclusions. I am usually put off by a person with a charismatic personality who seems to be trying too hard.
I am most happy when busy. I have always loved cooking whether it was for family or friends. I also get engrossed in gardening or any outdoor project. It feels best when I get so involved that I am only aware of the feel and smell of the earth, I feel a relationship with the plants I am dealing with. I hate it if I damage an earthworm and hope it regenerates. The fatigue at the end of a working day feels so right.
Before Thanksgiving we visited Cypremort Point State Park on Vermillion Bay in South Louisiana. It is incredibly lovely. The park is pristine and well-maintained with an abundance of amenities. With several pet-friendly cabins and numerous pull-thru camper sites, it is easy to find the perfect spot. The cabins are roomy and well-maintained. The screened in porches. The beach is beautiful. There is a long walking pier extending over the marsh, perfect for nature walks. We saw many birds, turtles, deer, and nutria. Alligator trails were clearly visible. Amazingly, we only saw three pieces of litter in this park. Our visit was a total pleasure. We will return.
My life is better in some ways than I had hoped. Last year at this time , my ninety-six-year-old Mother lived alone in her home. I spent a great deal of my time helping her, taking her to do errands, and just taking her out. Despite all the time I spent with her, I knew it wasn’t enough. She was starved for company and wasn’t thriving. Her weight was dropping and she was weak. With encouragement, she made the difficult decision to move into an independent living apartment, an excellent decision.
She enjoys sharing meals with her friends in the dining room, has walks twice a day, has gained weight, and attends church again. Every day she tells me how happy she is now. I visit her two to three times a week because I want to, not because she needs my care. Both our lives are much better.