Getting in the Grandstand

Had a knee replacement, so climbing the stairs up the grandstand is dicey. I’m good up there. I can see the game of life and the games in the stands. Getting down is more problematic. I feel I need to perfect a roll so I won’t bounce to the bottom.

Another solution is to stay on the field. That’s where I spent my youth. Running and leaping, volleyball, basketball, softball and tennis. I loved tennis as a family sport and even became quite good at it. (If you can do it, it ain’t braggin’) I coached volleyball, basketball and tennis. Now the joints remember those jumping days. I’m trying to get into Pickleball. (Easier on the joints.) So far that’s not possible. But I can put on my flashy outfit and stay in the parade.

My wonderful Aunt Alma told me that the hardest thing I would ever do is grow old gracefully. I wasn’t graceful¬† (except on the field) when young, so it’s “a problem” to quote a Grandie. Curiosity is the thing to nurture now. Like how in the heck will I get down from here.

Blessings, Bubbles


Turn It Off

You hear it all the time. Turn off the phone, texting is dangerous, blah, blah, blah. Well it isn’t blah, blah. Creativity and God do not visit in noise. We need time alone, solitude. Pascal said,”All of humanities problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone. If you don’t like yourself enough to spend time with yourself, it may be time for a serious retooling. Take a walk without earbuds. Look at the sky. Sit down with paper and pen, or paints. Put a basket by the front door for cell phones. You can tell people that they are important enough to be fully present in your home.

Look at your calendar. Do the things that you spend your time doing bring you happiness or contentment? If not, who is in charge of your schedule? How will you spend the days that are a one time offer? It’s up to you.

Blessings, Bubbles

From the Grandstand

It’s nice to view the game of life without worrying about who will win. I’m off the field and up in the sands. Since I am a Grandmother to eleven brilliant, beautiful, fun young people who call me “Bubbles,” I’m calling my perch”The Grandstand.” After all, Bubbles do rise.

The Grandies Big D’s Little G’s.

At this stage of life, I don’t know everything, but I know what I needed to unlearn and I have picked up some experience and wisdom along the way.

Mother Nature

It’s about time in this world of instant knowledge and information that some wisdom is dispensed. I have been in the game a long time, and also observed life as it played out around me. I should have bought a rubber donut to sit on years ago to keep my mind from wandering. So this blog is from the Wise Woman, make that Wild and Wise Woman. Tune in, we’ll have some sporting good times.

Blessings, Patricia aka Bubbles