1) Have a daily laugh
2) Pitch and parry
3) Finish book proposal and send out
4) Extend beyond the familiar and comfortable
5) The real thing, from food to wine to love, is well worth the effort.
6) Listen
7) Yoga/meditate/cycle
8) Take care of health by eating well
9) Sing and dance
10) Live with grace
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On the end of our days
How weird is it when your "out-laws" send you pictures of the mausoleum and cemetery sign where they want to be buried? And you can see it from the freeway. And it was expensive.
This tells me a few things. First of all kill me if I am buried near a highway Secondly, don't bury me at all. Oh sure have a big ole party play my favorite songs, and then go for a scatter. Or hang your necklaces on my ornate urn. Once I wanted to have my ashes tossed from a helicopter over Yankee stadium but now its...no longer as it was. The Yankees won't even be playing there come next spring. Who knows maybe I'll love the new stadium, where I plan to be on April 3 for opening day.
Or scatter me in New Hampshire, or in the mountains of Idaho, or bury my ashes in the Hailey cemetery, or in the graveyard in NYC where Phil's family has plots, or in Paris in the Pere Lachese (pictured here)....there are so many options..but not, please, in view of a highway.
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when family is family
When my daughter came home from Argentina recently we were reunited for the first time in months. Instead of running off to be with friends, she hung around. She wanted to be with us more.
It can happen, I tell my friends whose children are younger. Our pesky hungry, wailing, filthy, bratty, rude, disrespectful, quirky, darling off-spring can become our friends.
We found an old home video shot mostly in the first year we lived in Ketchum. We now call it the "Singy, singy, sing, sing," for a ditty that Hayley made up on the spot at age five, with Piper singing along--age two--the best she could.
This is what it's like when they are little. We just let them be and watch as they find themselves. And here 15 years later, the three of us watched us in our younger skin and giggled so much we were crying. I'm not sure they knew how impossibly scrumptious, delightful and beloved they really were then.
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-Its a sad state when you watch people (self included, no doubt) falling into bad habits that will only get worse as we age.
Bitterness is not a pill we should share (unlike xanax and codeine).
-yeah--- it's a waste of time and who really cares. I don't judge people by their job
-well at a certain point it's hard to actually see yourself any longer amidst the inner chaos of one's regrets and busy life.
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