I'm functioning on all cylinders from 6:00 a.m until about 11:00 a.m, afterwards it goes progressively downhill. I do my daily hike in the morning, have my breakfast, take care of the animals, take care of all phone calls, chores, bills, appointments and writing. The rest of the day is then for gardening, cooking or baking, more reading and writing and what ever else but nothing too strenuous because around 4:00 p.m. I am exhausted and I am functioning on fumes.
I’m sitting in a suite at the Intercontinental Hotel at Boston waiting patiently for the big guy while he is interviewing for a new position at a medium level G.C. What do I see out the window? I see the Charles river and further beyond I can see the South Station which is a relatively new train station in Boston. Boston is a grand city, easy to walk from one neighborhood to another and each one very distinctive from the other. I can’t really say that I have a favorite. They each have a personality and great cultural flavor. Whenever I’m in Boston, I look forward to an exciting culinary adventure, what will we have for dinner tonight? I don’t know, but I know it will be delicious.
It is eye-opening when you get a history lesson from an era that was not covered in great detail in school and you see and learn about the evolution or in some cases devolution of the two parties. It would bother me to no end to call myself a republican and not be well versed in the history of my own party. I would attempt to put some understanding and thought as to the false economic premisses my party’s policies are based on, instead of blindly sticking to the party by-line. If you really love and respect your political party, isn’t it your duty as a party member to honor its legacy?
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In ten years, I’ll be 53 years old, maybe a novelist or a political blogger or maybe a food writer? I might be a grandmother, once or several times over. I might be living in New York city or in Boston and planning to retire very soon to the south-west of France.I’ll still have a dog or two and hopefully, I’ll be happy. I’m really hoping to be healthy as well. Those are my hopes, not predictions, I don’t want to jinx anything because if my hopes pan out, it would be wonderful.
Bright sunny a definite breeze to keep the bugs away, no humidity and a slightly toasty 88 degrees. Where I live in the mountains of Western Massachusetts, it gets to be pretty perfect during the summer.