There was a time years that seems like years ago when cooking for a dinner party for 12 was just part of my life. This evening I had a small dinner party for 5. It was a lovely evening but it did make me realise that a) I have forgotten how to judge the amount of food people eat (I won't have to cook myself another meal this week) and b) I really love hosting dinner parties.
Following on from yesterday's post (sorry Tuesday's post - I'm writing
this at nearly 1am on Thursday) how's this for a picture of the seas I
We may be apart but when I look at the sky and remember that we are standing on the same earth, looking at the same moon, somehow you don't seem so far away after all.
Life isn't about dawdling to the grave, arriving safely in an attractive, wrinkle-free body but rather an adventure that ends skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, totally worn out, screaming "Yee-ha. What a ride!!"
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain. (With thanks to shabby girl of A Travelling Fish )
Feeling young is fabulous but growing old is a blessing!!! (A comment on this blog by Jaz of Treacy Travels.)
The trick to pushing 70, GB, is to push back -- hard!!! (A comment by Carol aka Canadian Chickadee)
Like a Godwit I migrate. I live in New Zealand during the Southern Hemisphere's Summer and I live in Scotland's Outer Hebrides in the Northern Hemisphere's Summer (See Eagleton Notes). In both places I also live in Blogland which, for me, is as real a life as any other.
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