MRB's Talking Fingers

  We had just finished our breakfast on Friday morning when the doorbell announced a visitor. We were looking forward to the moment, hoping that the plans hadn’t been unexpectedly changed. I opened the door and came face-to-face with a beautiful tall lady who looked familiar but we had not seen her for over two years. Who could forget that smile … and the hugs were wonderful. She lives a bit over a thousand kilometers from us and a combination of circumstances has deleted any past opportunities to come over the Rockies for a visit. I had one of those “how did that happen” moments that I talked about in my last blog. It doesn’t seem to be that long ago when she was a little girl, graduating from kindergarten, enjoying ballet lessons, and attending Sunday school. We had been invited to several presentations by her high school drama class, and even one play that she created. Following those memories, she studied in Britain for a year, did some travel in Europe, and graduated from univer

 It seems as though there was a time when if we were to retire, we would have lots of free time. Wrong! In our situation, the days don’t seem to be long enough, and a ‘short afternoon nap’ takes a big chuck out of my day. I still have morning chores to complete and it’s now almost 3 p.m. How did that happen? For those of you who have followed me in the past, I’m here to report that my husband and I are still on the top side of the grass, and ever so grateful for each day that we are able to enjoy. We are on a ‘first-name basis’ with many of the medical community who have been involved in our senior stage of life ‘overhaul’. The neighbors have been informed that they are stuck with us as long as we have our driver’s license. It’s hard to leave the neighborhood where our 50+ year old children grew up. How did that happen? You may be wondering if my computer still works and I’m happy to say that it works better than me some days. I now spend more time looking for directions and help t