Ramping up my expectations

Today was an up and down day...decided to try playing the piano, and as expected, my right hand is not very adept at the melody.  Muscle memory is only in my brain now...if that is possible.  Isn't it in your muscle?  Alas, muscles are not my strong point these days.

Then I decided the sheets just had to be hung out on the line to dry.  I knew I couldn't carry the basket out, so Caroline did, and then I realized that of course I cannot stand and hang things on the line.  I can't even push the clothespin open.  I loved hanging out clothes, and singing to myself while I did.  Still, the sheets smell like outdoors, which is the main thing, regardless of who hangs them out.

I have letters to write, but even writing checks is hard now.  Correspondence should be hand-written.  I have been going through old letters from friends (I have saved almost every one since 1975!), and I am reminded how the art of correspondence is being lost with the advance of technology.  Think of the letters of the past which have given us insight into the lives lived then; we will have none of that with texts and twitter or even to some extent emails.  As a student of history, that disturbs me.

As for the ramp?  This should be the week I roll up to my new entrance.  Well, we have two work days left, so I best not get too excited...

Father's Day Thoughts

Happy Father's Day to all fathers out there who take responsibility and care for and love children.  There is no more important job.  To the two fathers closest to me, Dad and my husband Paul (both Pauls!), thank you Dad for all you did to make us the people we are, and thank you Paul for being such a loving father to Dolan and Caroline.

Paul and the kids in Beaver Creek Park 2012

Dad in DC in the late 1970's