Today is one of my younger brother’s birthday! I tried to call him on his cellphone to wish him a happy birthday, but his phone went straight to voice mail. I was more than happy to just leave a short message on there that I just wanted to wish him a happy birthday. Lately it seems that when I call him just to say hello he sounds like he is too busy to talk to me, or he sounds like he is angry with the world. I’ve told him that if he needs to talk to someone, I’m available to listen, but he always acts too macho to need a sympathetic ear. Whatever is going on, I hope that at least for today that he is having a good day with people he enjoys being with.
Ever since we moved into this house, my husband has taken up all of the space in our two car garage with his tools and equipment. When we first bought this house I really thought that the existing shed out in the back yard would be large enough for his precious things, but it wasn’t very long before I realized that even adding on to that shed was not going to provide the actual work space that he was hoping to have. He wants a place to be able to use his welding equipment and automotive tools, not just a place to store it.
One of my favorite memories of my Grand-dad is triggered when I smell cigar smoke. Grand-dad loved to smoke cigars as a special treat. If we went over to his house to drop in for a visit, I always tried to remember to swing by Joe’s Smoke Shop and buy him a hoyo de monterrey President cigar. The memory of his face lighting up with a big toothless grin when he opened his front door, in answer to our knocking is etched permanently in my mind’s eye.
For the past thirty years I have worn compression stockings to help relieve the pain of varicose veins in both of my legs. The first time I ever wore a pair was when my mother mailed a pair of maternity compression pantyhose to me that she had bought at a medical supply store near where she lived. Those pantyhose made my legs feel so much better that I have worn compression stockings ever since.
Content by Sol Rosales
I am a writer, so I work from home. I had an office job for years writing for a corporate newsletter before I finally had to the courage to leave and go off on my own. I was scared to leave because I was making good money and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to maintain my lifestyle. I’m happy I had the courage to leave though, because now things are great, and I have so much freedom. I got clear wireless internet so that I can be sure to have a wireless connection wherever I go. I have the liberty to travel and do whatever I want, and still get all of my work done and keep in touch with my clients. Some days I wonder why it took me so long to get the courage up to leave. I am talented and my clients love me. I am making more than I made at my office job, so there is something to be said for working for myself. I think I am even going to hire someone to work for me and lighten my load in the next couple of months.