So, Stef and I were driving past a gas station the other day, and I exclaimed, “Look, gas is only $3.49 a gallon.” Then I paused and thought about it for a minute.
We have become so conditioned to these higher gas prices that we are excited when gas is ONLY $3.49. This is ridiculous. Many people say it’s no big deal because gas is more expensive out in California and even higher in Europe. But it’s not just gas. The price of everything is going up.
I write this with no answers to the problem. It’s just an observation. And don’t get me started about the price of eggs…
So, I recently had a skin cancer spot removed from my face. As I looked at the nine stitches that ran down my cheek, I momentarily had a worry. Would it leave a scar? The stitches were removed today, and it doesn’t look too bad. I had a sigh of relief, but then I got to thinking about scars and wrinkles. Yes, those dreaded occurrences that are a natural part of the aging process.
You see, our scars and wrinkles are akin to a roadmap of our life. Each scar has a story. Each wrinkle is an indication of a life well lived. Take those little crinkles around your eyes and at the sides of your cheeks. They show that you have done plenty of smiling in your life. And those forehead lines…They indicate that you’ve had a life full of surprises. I find myself setting my vanity aside and recognizing that I have earned every scar and every wrinkle. Yes, it means you are aging, but it also screams that you have had an exciting life so far, and you are full of wisdom.
So when you look in the mirror, don’t fret about scars and wrinkles. Wear them with pride. Skip the Botox and fillers and embrace your aging. Do it with grace and joy!
It’s finally happening! My first book signing for Tattling Trisha will be at Absolutely Avalon on Saturday, April 8, from 5:00-9:00 pm. You can find me at booth 183 across the street from the Tavern on Avalon Park Blvd. It looks to be a fun event for the entire family. See you there!
St. Patrick’s Day is around the corner, and this year it falls on a Friday night. And you know what that means. More people will be out partying, and our servers are going to do well.
Over 30 years ago, I served at a restaurant called Bennigan’s. I thought it was defunct as I haven’t seen one in years but just discovered that there are still some operating out there. My first night working at Bennigan’s was, you guessed it, St. Patrick’s Day. What a day to start. It was beyond busy but, even as a newbie, I cleaned up. People tipped very generously as they had a grand time celebrating the day.
So, if you plan to imbibe at your local eatery on the seventeenth, don’t forget to tip your server well. And, please, don’t drink and drive.
My daughter, Sammy, made an interesting statement today. She said that building Lego kits as a child prepared her for putting furniture together as an adult. Interesting…
You see, I bought Sammy and her boyfriend, Martin, a dresser for their apartment for Christmas. She instantly started to put it together. It took quite a while, but she followed the instructions step by step until she completed her project.
I recall Sammy and my son, Ethan, putting together Lego kits for hours at a time. They examined the instructions and followed them to the letter, separating out the Lego pieces and forming them into smaller parts that put together became a whole. They built Star Wars spaceships, Harry Potter scenes at Hogwarts, and many adventure sets.
At the time, it didn’t occur to me that these skills they were developing while building these kits would transfer to everyday life. They learned how to read and follow directions, how to organize objects, developed spatial sense, reasoning, and problem-solving skills. And they had fun! All from Lego kits. Those are my new favorite gift for kids. Have you built anything with Legos lately?
Will, I did it…My resolution for 2022 was to publish my children’s book called Tattling Trisha. And I did it!
I’ve never been good at keeping New Year’s resolutions, but this past year I made it happen. As a classroom teacher for over 20 years, I witnessed plenty of questionable behaviors from students. One that drove me crazy was tattling. I’ve been working on this book for a long time. and to hold it in my hand is quite a gift.
What does Emily do when a new girl comes to school who is a tattler? Emily and her friends believe in solving problems on their own when possible. How can they teach Trisha that tattling is not always the best answer to challenges?
If you are a parent, grandparent, or teacher at an elementary school, this book is for you. Check it out on Amazon by searching “Tattling Trisha” or “Susan Krivacic”. Thank you for taking a peek!
Do you remember Christmas carolers? In my youth, they were a big thing around the holidays. People would gather together with sheet music and knock-on doors to serenade their neighbors. Six years ago, I was delighted to have a group of ten carolers from the local high school stop by to share some Christmas joy. They have not been back since, but I hope to have more come by someday.
I was reminded of carolers while decorating for Christmas. I opened a box of decorations and found a set of four ceramic carolers complete with a tree and dog. My mother had made them back in 1958, sixty-four years ago. Imagine that. They’ve sat on someone’s table during the holiday season for all of those years.
Do you have something that someone you love made for the holidays that you put out each year? Share the joy in the comments section.
Wow! I just recognized that I didn’t post in November. I just got busy, but now it’s time for the holidays.
And it’s time to decorate. But what about this decorating thing? You see, people started decorating really early this year. And last year as well. And the year before that. It seems every year the decorating begins earlier and earlier.
Well, my decorating begins tomorrow. The first Saturday in December. For us, that works. It’s not too early, and not too late. It’s just right…for us. I’m not going to judge those who decorate early. I’m not going to judge those who have loads of decorations that make you think they vomited Christmas. What’s good for you is good for you. And what’s good for me is good for me.
It’s a time of joy. A time of love. A time for family and friends. Enjoy the beauty of the time and the thrill that it brings.
It started in 1955, when my mother put her high school ring on her finger. It was beautiful and represented that time of her life. When I entered high school, my mom passed her ring down to me. Then I passed it down to my younger sister. After Amy graduated, the ring made its way back to me again. It sat in my jewelry box for years.
When my daughter entered her high school years, I pulled the ring out and gave it to her to wear. And when Sammy graduated, it once again found its way back to me. But this time, I didn’t put it back in my jewelry box. I took it to the jeweler.
I had it dipped in white gold and sized it for my pinkie finger. You see, I recognized that something so beautiful and meaningful didn’t belong in a box. It should be worn and celebrated daily. Will I pass it on someday? Maybe. But until that day I will wear the beautiful ring every day and remember my mother each time I look at that finger.
Hurricane Ian devastated parts of Florida, but we got lucky. We had no real damage and were only without power for about six hours. Now, I don’t say this to brag as my heart goes out to all of those impacted by the storm. But something interesting happened after we lost power.
Without distracting technology, we found ourselves down in the living room enjoying libations and visiting. Just visiting…
We spent hours talking, remembering, and laughing. It was actually a good thing to be cut off from the modern conveniences that capture us daily, even if just for a little while.
It made me recognize that we should periodically turn off those pesky devices, open a bottle of wine, and just hang out for an unspecified period of time. It’s good for the soul and good for the family. Be safe everyone…