Today is World AIDS Day. It’s not only a day of remembrance, but a day to give. We are close to finding a vaccine for AIDS.
December 1, 2015
Posted by Mage at 6:47 AM
November 30, 2015
The holiday season is upon us. The stores are full Christmas. The airwaves and television crams red and greens down our faces. At least there’s a little blue too. That’s nice. Thank you all for sticking with me this 2015 NoJoMo. I’ve had a lot of fun thinking of things to chat about this year. I may take a few days off now. Maybe doing decorating.
Shopping too….if I can find something George will want.
It’s a season of prayer also. I pray for all those in wars. I pray for the lost and homeless, the alcoholic, the drug addict, the hurt and the sad. I believe prayer helps. It’s a gift.
Posted by Mage at 6:31 AM
November 29, 2015
We both have a passion for travel.
He grew up in Pakistan, then Colorado, then back to Pakistan, with a dash of Spain. I have to confess that I grew up in Chula Vista and remember only one childhood trip. The part of Colorado he came from looks an awful lot like the Chula Vista I came from.
My hometown was a far nicer place then than it is now. The streets were tree lined, two lane roads with dirt verges. No sidewalks. There was a farm where now sits Fredericka Manor…the local old folks home. Right below us was a dairy, and everybody but us had horses. We had chickens, a veggie garden, and lots of trees on five acres. At night I could hear the coyotes calling.
The important part for my mother and grandfather was that a good golf course was just minutes away.
The important part for me was to get away. It still is.
George is a homebody. He loves going places, but coming home is often the best part of the trip for him.
We like to have a base camp. In retirement, we would like to take our home with us when we go….perhaps in a small camper or trailer. Perhaps we could keep this or another small place to be home on our returns. Our friends Tehachap and Robert do this. One home in Arizona and another in California above the rail lines is a perfect way to do living.
The truth is; who knows what the future will hold. All we have in the end is love.
Posted by Mage at 10:18 AM