In our second day at Retirement Camp (that’s what I’ve decided to call these ten weeks in this “active adult” community in Arizona), I guess I agreed to play pickle-ball. It happened like this. My friend and I were driving around the area, each of us getting more and more excited over all the offerings that we’d be able to take advantage of. Kathy: “So would you like to play pickle-ball sometime? Oh look, there’s a Culver’s.” Pam: “Great!” You see what happened here, right? She thought Continue Reading
Our Love Affair With Stuff We Don’t Need
The list of 100 things to do in the Phoenix area is pretty comprehensive from museums and galleries, restaurants and food joints, and even includes a ginormous fabric store and a place to watch bats at night. The Mesa Market Place Swap Meet didn’t make the cut; I suspect it would have come in at #101, yet here we were, with a couple thousand other retirees with too much time on our hands, looking for the next great bargain. (By the way, I did ask if we could barter – nope, nor did I see any Continue Reading
When The Only Thing Left To Do Is Write
It’s hard for me to call myself a writer, because as soon as I do, the first question someone asks is “What have you written? Would I know it?” So instead, I still refer to myself as a lover of life who likes to write; who likes to capture ideas on paper. “But why?” is the next question. Because it’s a creative outlet, that allows me to connect with other people to inform, enlighten, and occasionally entertain, with an added bonus - its therapeutic value for me. And because my sister, the Continue Reading
It’s Official – I’m an Ambivert!
In 48 hours, I will begin a social experiment that both excites me, and also frightens the dickens out of me. And it will last for almost four days. From the very first time I began to socially interact with people, I’ve been identified and have identified myself as an extrovert. Yet one of the very hardest things for me to do is this thing called “networking,” or making polite conversation with people I don’t know. And now I know why – I’m an ambivert – neither an extrovert or an introvert, Continue Reading