RVing? Didn’t know it was a verb, right? Neither did I, until recently.
During one of my assignments, I met a lovely couple, who in their maturing years, took up RV travel. Although they never referred to it as RVing, after a quick Google search, I realized the actual act of traveling by recreational vehicle encompasses a complete subculture.
For those who know nothing on the topic — an individual like myself — there is an extensive collection of “how to” guides on getting started all over the Internet.
Summer isn’t here yet, but it’s getting close. And for many people, the arrival of summer means it’s time for swimming at the local pool or lake.
If you’re just a casual swimmer, you probably don’t have to adjust your diet before jumping in. But that’s not the case with competitive swimmers, who must constantly watch what they eat and drink, particularly in the days and hours preceding their races.
My husband Tom likes to say I’m a walking encyclopedia about music. And while there’s no way I could boast to know everything there is to know about music, I have to admit that my brain is cluttered with plenty of information and trivia about music and the people who make it. So whenever I hear people debating music, my radar naturally goes up and chances are I will wade right into the fray.
This happened not too long ago when a couple of friends were in a verbal tug-of-war about a song from the 1980s.
As the year 2012 kicks into gear, I find myself all too often running into people who want to talk about yesterday. I suppose it is normal to look toward the future and find it hard to move into it without someone in your life in it whether that person has gone on before us, or is sitting in the chair across the room. You see, some of us use memories with a smile and want to remember more, some don’t even want you to bring that person’s name up and some wished they could say, “Hey, do you remember when we went to the beach with the kids two years ago?” However, grief sometimes robs us of those very memories.