Alexis Powers looks back on cherished memories as a teen in New York.
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Animals are smarter than we give them credit for
My good friend Jane McCutchen, who also happens to be a wonderful photographer, emailed me about an incident that happened with her cat. Since many of us have animals that amuse us, I’m sharing her story.
If someone had told me I’d move to Tucson and be surrounded by wild animals, I’d have figured they were nuts.
H. Jackson Brown Jr. is famous for his quotes. One of them, “When there is a hill to climb, don’t think waiting will make it smaller,” caused me to put on my thinking cap.
On a recent morning when it was mind-blowingly windy, I was the lone soul out walking my dogs. Usually there are several folks around, so I have a chance to chat with neighbors while walking Charlie or Toots. The dogs have an opportunity to sniff each other, make eye contact and cavort with …
The night my mother left for the hospital, I was playing mahjong with three friends. Interrupting our game, my mom whispered to me, “Your father and I are going to the hospital. Don’t worry.”
His kind blue eyes looked into mine. In a gentle voice, my doctor said, “May want to lose a few pounds, but take small steps.” A couple of days later he emailed me the Mediterranean diet. For three days I ate salads, roast chicken, grilled salmon and tons of olive oil.
A good friend of mine recently used the word “faboo” in an email.
Since I’ve lived in Tucson, keeping flowers alive has been one of my biggest challenges. Four sets of bougainvillea have perished, in addition to roses, petunias, pansies and even an aloe plant that practically passed away because I overwatered it.
In Camelot they loved the merry month of May. But here in Tucson we frolic in the month of February. Snow, wind and ice are strangers here — at least so far this year. Instead, we have the sun in the morning and the moon and stars at night.
Deciding to throw myself a birthday party at the Chantilly Tea Room turned out to be an excellent idea. People have been so kind to me since I moved here three years ago that I wanted to show them how much I appreciate each friend’s special meaning to me.
Recently I came across a quote by Aldous Huxley: “Experience is not what happens to you, it’s what you do with what happens to you.” This struck me as being true.
As my birthday approaches, I note another year has gone by. Not only do I miss the energy of my youth, I long for high heels, dancing the night away and the pleasures of being young and beautiful.
Once upon a time there were three little girls growing up on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. All through school, Sandra, Carol and I hung out together, laughing, exploring the city and getting into mischief.
A few nights ago I dreamed the same scenario over and over again. I’d wake up, go back to sleep and dream I won a major bridge tournament. This occurred about six or seven times. Facing the day in the early morning, I was ecstatic to think I’d won.
The other day I had lunch with Jane Peterson of Oro Valley Library fame. Sharing book titles stimulates us, as reading has been and remains a major part of our lives.
Christmas has turned from a “what’s in it for me” experience to a giving experience. For the past several years, my gratification has come from finding meaningful gifts for friends, no longer contemplating what treasures will be bestowed upon me.