It’s that time of year. Plans keep me on track for completing projects, meeting deadlines, and keeping my sanity. I consult desk and smart phone calendars multiple times each day. That’s right. Two calendars. It’s a memory thing.
But, as nature intends, plans rarely progress as expected. Uncontrollable variables sneak themselves into the picture; disrupting the schedule; causing delay or even forfeit. Weather, defiant children, moody spouses, illness, family emergencies, transportation issues, DVR dysfunction, and funked-up quarterbacks are just eight on an infinite list.
So, to make it the finish each day — with a sense of accomplishment and a glass of much-deserved wine in hand — flexibility, adaptability and a sense of humor are a must.
I am fortunate. Supportive, loving family and friends. A glass or two of Franco Serra Barbera D’Alba to chase the chill of a wintry Monday night. What could be better? A “W” for my team — the Detroit Lions — in their contest against the Baltimore Ravens. Oh, and the lucky Mega Million ticket.
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Franco Serra Barbera D’Alba
Four days until holiday season 2013 commences. But, most have already succumbed to the frenzy. Even my children are begging for a Christmas motif. Honestly, Thanksgiving is by far my favorite. The traditions it encourages are simple. Be thankful, spend time with family — close and extended — eat, drink, and watch the Detroit Lions play football.
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Two life-long friends from my days at Western Michigan University spent Sunday afternoon with me. One I have not seen for years despite my sister being married to her cousin. The distance of our homes and personal routines ceased to exist. Conversation flowed; as did the wine . It was as if no time had passed between previous meetings. That’s how it is with such amazing, loving, wonderful good friends.
Today, I start with a clean slate. All that happened yesterday is history. That’s what I love about mornings. Each one provides a chance to live better than the day before. Today, anything can happen. Possibilities are infinite.
What is beauty? I cannot answer that. Everyone looks at the world with their own eyes. Each views people, places, and things from a perspective of personal experiences, history and media influences. What is beauty to me? A Beautiful Me®, a 501c3 charitable organization that fosters girls’ self-esteem, is at the top of my list.
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I cringe in when one of my children is sick. Both count on me to make whatever ails them better. It’s up to me to keep my composure; and to not completely unravel. Those expressions of ill content on their sweet little faces is almost too much. I remember how my mother used to care. She was the best — and still is — at getting me through the worst life can deal.
There are so many thoughts duking it out for acknowledgement in my head. It’s almost overwhelming. I am thinking about how to maximize the education my children receive, and how to make sure I am spending enough quality time with my aging parents. Also, I am considering my options as I look to re-enter the workforce, prepare to sell an old car, and schedule time with friends. Then, there is the upcoming weekend schedule. As we near Halloween there is much to ponder: costumes, decorations, candy, class parties, pre-holiday fun, and the best route for trick-o-treating this year.
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Crimson, gold and orange blur against clear blue skies. I ride the Macomb-Clinton trail; reveling in fall glory as I speed along. Cool breezes chase the warm sunshine. It’s my favorite time of year. Nothing compares. Too bad it is so brief.