Never Too Old to Learn

Things I learned while traveling to New England and helping my mother move into assisted living.

10. Start downsizing early! After 18 years of living in the same house, you can’t remember all the corners and cupboards you’ve hidden things. I can’t imagine what it’s like after 20 or 30 years!

9. Take all offers of help. Just because you think you can do it on your own, don’t. 

8. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. People are busy but generous with their time. Some people don’t offer because they don’t know what’s needed. If you just ask them for something specific, they’re right there for you!

7. Keep the ibuprofen handy and the hot water heater on!

6. Don’t be afraid to talk to strangers in the airport. You may end up making a new friend. Came across a lady in Minneapolis who was also stranded and waiting for a flight to Omaha. Turns out she’s moving here soon. I gave her my card and sure hope she contacts me when she gets settled. 

5. In between all the packing and unpacking make sure to find time to laugh!

4. While in New England, always get at least one bowl of “chowdah.”

3.  The powdered sugar on a Dunkin Donuts munchkin will not survive the changes in air pressure in the cabin and will turn to a clear paste on the journey. But they’re still yummy!

2. When moving, you may have a vision of what you want your new home to look like. Be flexible. Sometimes that piece of furniture just doesn’t go where you thought it would but will look perfect in another corner!

1. Remember to tell those you care about how important they are to you, even when you’re all tired and cranky. Life is too short to hold grudges and you never know what the next moment will bring.

Of Brains and Words and Epitaphs…

I’m wondering where my brain went today. It seems to have wandered off. Perhaps its lingering in the remaining powdered sugar from the Dunkin Donuts I indulged in over the weekend. All I know is, I can’t find it.

This brain abandonment always occurs after a writer’s conference and that’s where I was this past weekend. I kibitzed with other writers, listened to interesting lectures and I sat down with editors to discuss my various manuscripts. The angst alone of those meetings is enough to send my brain underground. Throw in the lack of sleep and the abundance of people and I’ll be lucky to find my mind before Christmas.

On the plus side, I got lots of good feedback, insights and new avenues to pursue. A small publishing house, Written Word Communications, is interested in looking at my novel Deborah: Woman of Flames. Another contact insisted I try my hand at writing screenplays and helped to rekindle my desire to do theater again.

But now it’s back to reality and I must find my muse again. The NaNoWriMo count awaits and I’m two days behind. No matter what the future may hold, I have to remember the goals of the past and get back to writing my story.

Maybe I need another donut…