A Chat Among Bloggers, Episode 13

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“Hello and welcome to another chat among bloggers. Guest of the month is Brian from https://writingfromtheheartwithbrian.com/. I have not been following Brian’s blog for long, but it was love at first sight.

Brian has a peculiarity, he thinks neither his blog nor himself is that interesting, but I believe exactly the opposite, and you are just about to find out that I am right !!!

Now, you know the drill: Sit back, relax and enjoy the chat.

O- Good day, Brian and welcome. Would you like to introduce yourself? 

B- Oh, I’d love to!

I’m Brian. If you look at my background, you’ll see the professional wrapper: a senior leader specialising in corporate communications and helping business leaders solve problems. But if you strip away the professional exterior, you get to the good stuff.

First and foremost, I’m a family man. I’ve been married to my best friend for 32 years, and together we’ve raised three incredible kids and transitioned into the rewarding, busy world of being empty nesters.

I’m a storyteller at heart, a lifelong runner who has crossed marathon finish lines, a big sports fan, and a history buff who loves writing about everything from unique cultural trivia to sports lore. I have a massive sweet tooth inherited straight from my mother’s Amish heritage, a deep appreciation for a crisp autumn afternoon, and a love for finding a local vineyard to relax and listen to live music.

Ultimately, whether I’m helping an organisation through a season of change or writing a piece for my blog, I’m someone who believes in people, roots, resilience, and the power of a great story.

O: We started blogging for similar reasons, like our love for writing and the will to tell everyday stories and show the beauty of life. As for the WordPress community, what did you do, and what made you stick with blogging over the years? 

B: I  created my blog — Writing From The Heart with Brian —  because I had something to say. It began with just one post, then another, and another—and this coming September will mark my 11th anniversary. I’m as surprised as anyone that it has lasted this long!

What keeps me sticking with it is the creative outlet. I love having a dedicated place to put my thoughts, stories, and the life lessons I pick up along the way. While I initially focused just on the writing, I was delighted to find on WordPress a community of friends, supporters, and like-minded writers. That was definitely a wonderful bonus.

O: In your about page, you mentioned two half-written novels in your desk drawer. Are they still halfway through their end because of a lack of time, or because you do not lack inspiration, or because you are happy and content exactly where you are with your writing and blogging for the time being? 

B: Oh, I’m still working on them. I’ve had to put them aside right now because of life. Adulthood and all the obligations and responsibilities that come with it have temporarily slowed me down. You know what I mean—things like paying the bills, keeping a roof over your head, taking care of family, crazy stuff like that.

O: lol, yes, it sounds familiar, but I’m sure we will be holding those books in our hands sooner than later.

Oh, yes!  I will finish them. The inspiration is there. The ideas are there. I just need to get through this period, and then I’ll get back to my novels. I have to add, though, that it’s been incredibly motivating to see so many of my WordPress friends published. There’s been a bunch of them lately, and that has kept the fire lit inside of me. 

O: What role does faith play in your life? 

B: You’re an intuitive reader. I do tend to touch on faith at times in my writing because it is incredibly important to me. It helps me get to the emotions I’m feeling inside, and I think it helps keep my writing authentic to who I am. Ultimately, my faith plays a foundational role in my life.

Saying all that though, I’m also very much human—my faith has its ups and downs. I have my moments when I’m passionate about it and feel it deep inside of me, and then other moments when my arms are outstretched, and I’m like, “Hey God, remember me, it’s Brian? Think you could step in and help a guy out?” I suspect most folks feel that way at one point or another — except maybe the Pope or the Dalai Lama!

O:That is a good feeling to have, Brian. Also, I pretty much believe both the Pope and the Dalai Lama outstretch their arms on certain days.

O: And humour? As it is pretty obvious from your posts that you always try to smile at life and find the funny side of things. That, I suppose, is another reason I immediately connect with your blog. 

B: Oh, thank you! It’s so nice of you to say, and I’m thrilled that you get my sense of humour. When I include something I think is funny in my writing, I worry about it rubbing people the wrong way, because it can be full of sarcasm and even include a touch of gallows humour. But safe to say, laughter keeps me going.

I have a favourite quote from former college basketball coach Jim Valvano, who said before he died that you need to think, laugh, and cry each day. It means spending a little time each day in deep thought, sharing a good laugh, and letting yourself be moved to tears by something emotional. If I can fit in all three, I feel like it’s been a good day.

O:  I love coach Valvano! And to me, that kind of day sounds more like a brilliant day , also maybe not too hard to have, looking at things the right way.

O: As a writer, are you also a voracious reader? Any favourite genre? 

B: I’m an incredibly slow reader, but I usually have a book on my desk or in my work bag. It really just depends on what else is happening in my life, but the funny thing is that my “To Be Read” pile is getting dangerously high. I stack them on my nightstand, and I honestly worry that any day now they’re going to tilt over and bury me in my sleep. Firemen are going to have to come and dig me out from underneath a mountain of books. Yikes! I guess I’d best start reading.

As for genres, I like a little bit of everything—fantasy, thrillers, historical fiction, romance, memoirs, and biographies. Ultimately, I just love stories where the characters feel like real people with real people problems and challenges, and they overcome them.

O:  Do you re-read books?

B: Oh, I love to re-read books. It’s like catching up with an old friend. There’s a wonderful comfort in returning to a world where you already know the characters and how their story unfolds. When life gets chaotic or busy, slipping back into a favorite book feels like coming home.

Some of my favorite books to re-read over the years include Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling, Wish You Well by David Baldacci, The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara, Once a Runner by John L. Parker Jr., and children’s classics like Love You Forever by Robert Munsch and Guess How Much I Love You by Sam McBratney.

There are many others, but those are a few that always seem to draw me back.

O: Is there a book that left a mark on you? Or simply do you have a favourite book? 

B: This one is almost too hard because I love so many books! But if I have to narrow it down, “Wish You Well” by David Baldacci holds a very special place in my heart. He is famous for his thrillers, but he completely shifted gears to write a beautiful story about a family in Southwest Virginia, the tragedy that hits them, and finding strength in their roots. When I read it back in 2000, it forced me to look back on my own roots with a newfound respect, and it really helped me come to grips with who I am.

Going back even further to when I was a kid, “The Hobbit” by J.R.R. Tolkien and “Ivanhoe” by Sir Walter Scott left indelible marks on me. The worlds in those two books were night-and-day different from my own reality, but they gave me the courage to fight my own adolescent challenges. They gave me the courage to stand up to the bully in the middle school hallway and other bullies in my life. They showed me that I could speak up when someone was disrespecting me. In a strange way, I found a kind of kindredship within those pages.

Again, I could go on and on, but those are three that truly left a permanent mark.

O: Three songs that you regard as masterpieces? 

B: I could spend hours on this one, but if I have to narrow it down to three absolute masterpieces, these are the ones that stick with me:

  • “Johnny B. Goode” by Chuck Berry: It is the ultimate blueprint for rock ‘n’ roll. It’s just pure, undeniable energy.
  • “Desperado” by the Eagles: The storytelling and vocal harmony are flawless. It’s a beautifully written ballad that hits me right in the gut every single time I hear it.
  • J.S. Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major (Prélude) performed by Yo-Yo Ma: There is a profound, soulful emotion in this piece. Yo-Yo Ma plays it with so much heart that it feels less like notes on a page and more like a conversation with the soul.

If I could add one more bonus song, I’d probably throw in U2’s “Beautiful Day.” Their anthem about maintaining hope and finding joy even after losing everything gets me every time.

I could easily name fifty more, but these four represent perfection in their own unique ways.

O: What really annoys you when it comes to bad manners? 

B: Rudeness. For me, it usually comes down to a lack of basic situational awareness—like people who stop dead in the middle of a busy grocery store aisle, or don’t hold the door for the person right behind them. It takes so little effort to be mindful of the space you’re sharing with others. 

O: So true! 

O: Do you believe in second chances? 

B: Oh my goodness, yes. I know I need second chances. I stumble, I fall, and I make mistakes all the time. I think we all do—it’s just part of being human. If we didn’t have second chances, we’d all be stuck defined by our worst moments instead of growing and doing better.
I’m struck by that idea—the absolute terror of being defined solely by my mistakes. It reminds me of a powerful quote by author Bryan Stevenson, who wrote, “Each of us is more than the worst thing we’ve ever done.”

I can’t even imagine living in a world where that wasn’t true. Second chances are what give us our humanity back.

O: And now let’s get into your private affairs:

a- What’s your favourite season?

B: I love autumn. I love the transition—the leaves changing colors, that crisp chill in the air, and the fact that winter’s arctic cold hasn’t quite taken over yet. There always seems to be something going on too. I just love fall; I love how it makes me feel. 
O: Ah you are fall soul like me!!!!

b- Sweet or Savoury? 

B: Oh, I have a massive sweet tooth. I completely blame my mother and her Amish heritage! I grew up on homemade apple and cherry pies, rich chocolate cakes, and thick icing. Oh yes, sweet all the way.
O: Thats an other thing we have in common; I was born with the same condition, but  i inherited from my grandfather along with my vampire tooth.

c- Beach or Mountains? 

B: I’m a beach person at heart. There is nothing like closing your eyes and listening to the steady, rhythmic crash of the waves. That said, I grew up in a large mountain valley and the mountains still speak to me. I love the simple way of life, the kind people who live there, the fresh air, the calmness of the forest, and the way the morning sun peeks through to start the day. It’s a very close second.

d-Tea or Coffee?

B: I actually came to coffee later in life. I somehow survived college all-nighters and the newborn phase with my kids without a single drop of coffee! Oh, I had lots of caffeine—I’m a big soda drinker, which I’ll get to in a second—but not a drop of coffee.

I started drinking coffee a few years ago, and now I’m hooked. I prefer moderate blends to darker roasts, and I’m strictly a one-cup-a-day guy. You’d think that restraint would be a good thing, but unfortunately, my real weakness is soda. I love my Diet Pepsi—it’s a tough habit to break when you have a sweet tooth!

O: pretty much the same here, I love my Diet Coke, at times with some whiskey in it, but I am more a kind of one-cup-a-time gal, lol.

e- Wine or Beer? 

B: I like both. But now that we’re empty nesters, my wife and I love to spend our free time checking out local vineyards. Now, my wine knowledge is very limited — I tend to gravitate toward Rieslings and Niagaras — but it’s always such a fun excuse to get out, listen to some live music, and enjoy a relaxing afternoon together.
O: OH, that sounds lovely and romantic. 

Now, unfortunately, this marks the end of our chat with Brian, whom I once again thank for being my guest today to share a bit of himself with my readers and me. It was such a wonderful and interesting chat, I loved it and hope you all did too.

Much love to you all, and don’t forget that you can catch up with all the interviews simply by clicking the link below or through the blog main page.

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Reading With Ortensia, July Edition.

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Welcome to another month in books. I paused my Audible subscription and started (quite successfully, I must say) to experiment with the Kindle “Read and listen” mode, so from this month on you will find books under that label or simply as paper books.

Enjoy your reading.

PAPER BOOK

THE LITURGY OF THE ORDINARY, by Tish Harrison Warren

What a little jem!!!!! No murders here, but instead a powerful read destined to change your day to day perspective.🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

SUCH A NICE GIRL, by Andrea Mara

Finally, the latest Andrea Mara’s thriller is out and once again managed to keep me up halfway through the night to finish it.🌟🌟🌟🌟

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READ AND LISTEN

A QUIET LIFE IN THE COUNTRY, by T.E Kinsey

First book of a series of cosy mysteries, and a perfect one to get a taste of what it was trying to solve a murder at the beginning of the last century.🌟🌟🌟🌟

I KNOW YOU, by Claire McGowan

I must confess I got quite captivated by her easy-to-read writing and got well hooked into the book with its twists and turns that keep you guessing nearly till the end.🌟🌟🌟🌟

THE OTHER WIFE, Claire McGowan

Yep, once again it might not be a masterpiece of literature and not have a final shocking twist but you will read it through in one go if you can.🌟🌟🌟🌟

I hope you enjoyed this month suggestions and remember, to catch up on the previous editions just click the link below or go to the blogs’s home page.

https://ortensia72.wordpress.com/read-with-me/

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The Silent Wife

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First of all apologies for not having post yet the July edition of reading with of Ortensia, it will be up next week, and for skipping a week of post and two weeks of not reading any of yours, I’ll catch up I promise.

The reason for my absence and inactivity is that I have been violently sick. Actually no, not violently, but more silently sick as my voice was either gone or just a barely audible hoarse whisper. I let you immagine the joy of my family that went two weeks straight without being given out.

Now, who catches a bronco tracheitis during a heatwave?. Me!!!! But only after a heat stroke ( and I can assure you in Ireland that is a hell of a skill!) that left me with an excruciating migraine and a stuffy nose that not even submerging my head in the sea water twice a day healed. It did give me a very sore painful throat instead; on top of the rest.

And, of course, that same weekend I was supposed to go with the travelling husband to a business event. He suggested I was better off staying at home but I had already picked my outfit and I was damned if I was gonna miss it. No matter I had to swallow half of the medicine cabinet, and store the other half in my handbag.

I would proudly say that, in the end, thanks to half a tube of a miraculous under-the-eye concealer, I looked pretty well and not miserably sick at all, once you ignored the husky, barely audible voice shifting into three different inaudible tones with every word I tried to say and sudden coughing attacks.

If only once in my life I had listened to my husband!!!!

I spent half the afternoon trying to make people understand what I was saying and reassuring everyone I did not have COVID or anything contagious, and the other half between the bathroom, and a secluded spot in the garden where I could secretly drink from my Flaminguo ( a cheap version of the notorious Stanley ) that I brought with me as a last resort to keep the mucus down my throat.

The following week things did not improve at all and possibly got even worse, but because I was raised in the belief that if you have no temperature you are not sick, I carried on with my daily chores despite feeling as weak and sick as hell and simply tried to sneak up in bed at every spare moment. At least the husband was traveling and I had one less mouth to feed.

Finally, after nearly two weeks the antibiotics kicked in. The cough is nearly gone and so is the sore throat, my voice is nearly back to normal, and I also dropped a bit of weight; rightfully in time for the bikini season, if only I would care being since my early forties I do not wear one😉

Happy week ahead to you all, and be patient: I’m trying to catch up with all your posts🥰

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A Heavy Weekend🤘

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And never was a title more appropriate, as heavy this weekend is gonna be indeed, in a very “metallic” way!

You might have probably expected that a middle-aged country woman like me would like jazz or opera, or at very least pop.

Well, I do like opera, and hold in my memory the amazing experience of seeing the opera live in Verona a few times, but jazz has never been my thing. Blues yes, rock and some pop too but heavy metal for some reason talks to my soul and relaxes me. And no judging here after all I’m about good old-fashioned heavy rockers like Alice Cooper, who I recently discovered collects offers in his local Anglican church and, since then, I always imagine being him collecting my little blue envelope during Sunday mass instead of young Stephen. Sorry Stephen, nothing personal there. But in this specific instance, I’m talking about the kings of heavy metal music: Metallica, and my very last chance to see them live. Oh, no, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong with either them or me; it’s simply their last tour before retiring after 45 years of an honourable career.

Actually, thinking about it, they are not the first I saw on their last tour( to not be confused with “ last leg😜). Last year the girls and I went to Cindy Lauper’s farewell. Is this a sign I need to update my musical taste and look for more recent ” idols”? Or is it a sign I’m ageing and turning into a specimen of the so called ” old generation” aka “old people”?

Oh boy, neither option is appealing or applicable for that matter. To find a new idol, in fact, I also have to find a nowadays singer/band who manages to stay famous for over 12 months and produces more than one hit, which means I need to be quick in picking them. I need to rush and hurry my actions when instead, these days, I’m trying my best to slow down where I can.

As for the second scenario, I might be old generation, and quite proudly, but old people? No!

Now, back to the topic, last May we managed to secure two tickets for the Metallica Dublin concert, not even my wedding was planned over a year in advance! Being a fan since I can remember I was extremely thrilled and spent the following 13 months doing my best to stay safe and well and praying that nothing unexpected would occur. Don’t get me wrong here, I didn’t become an anxious pessimist all of a sudden, it’s just me and Metallica live have a history. The previous two times they came to Ireland in fact, I had to resell my tickets both times:

The first time, the concert was standing and by the time it was on I was 7 months pregnant and going through an at-risk pregnancy so defo not an event I wanted to go to. Well, not exactly: I really wanted to go, but I was not allowed!!! The second time, I fell under the spell of one of the most excruciating tracheitis just a few days before the event. I am rarely sick and get the flu on average every 5/6 years so…really????. What were the odd??????!

Anyway, this time I was determined not to let anything get in my way. This time I was going!!!!! And oh yesssss!!!!!! I was going to both the shows. Two nights, two shows!!!! With whom I was going had not been decided at the time I got the ticket even if I had a pretty good idea, daughter number two. Not that her father and sister fought over the second ticket anyway.

The travelling husband excluded himself because he proudly reached 54 years of age without ever attending a concert and didn’t want to break the record. Daughter number one was still recovering from her first musical festival and most importantly, couldn’t stand heavy rock.

Finally, it’s the week of the concerts and, expectedly, in this house, there is a limit to how smoothly and according to plan things can go. Two days before the first concert night the travelling husband informed us that he had a business event and so we had to make our way to the concert as he was not there to give us a lift to the train. Leaving the car at the station was not an option not knowing exactly at what time the concert would finish and if we could get the train back or not. Then I remember seeing a sign around the village advertising a bus service to concerts. I googled it and booked us two return tickets, praying it was not a scam🙄 . Thankfully it was not. But it was not best organised either: we received an email saying we were on the red route but once on the bus we got a blue route bracelet, we were supposed to receive an email with a pin drop with the post concert pick up spot but we never did. Now, never mind the confusion between the blue and red routes, who cares, but when after the concert we were outside the stadium and still had no idea where to go to get the bus home I panicked. Thankfully there was an emergency number that was promptly answered by the bus driver who, at first, seemed to have no idea of what I was talking about and told me to go where we had been dropped, and when asked about the time he answered: “Now!”. That made me panic even more because whether I knew where I was going I was terrified to be late and be left there. Holding daughter number two by hand ( because seriously I could not afford to lose her in the crowd, as we all know she has a history of disappearing on me; or I do have a history of losing her. It’s still open to debate), I walked as fast as I could, following Google Maps and keeping pretending I had everything under control!!!!!! For the record, I don’t think I did a very good job at that but she was too gracious to say anything or simply too busy to avoid tripping as her mother was by that stage literally dragging her around.

In the end, we were the last to get onto the bus and I still wonder how the others got there so quickly. I can only suppose that either they didn’t misinterpret Google Maps and reroute twice like me, or they didn’t queue for 15 minutes to get to the toilet or they did do that but didn’t queue to wash their hands afterward.

Like two very happy Cinderellas, we were safely back home before midnight, with the memory of an amazing concert and experience, a bit of tinnitus and the excitement that tonight it will all happen again and to that taunting voice inside me saying that there is still room for something to happen like James Hatfield coming down with something after performing all Friday night under the rain and cancelling the event I say: back off, I have been raised well and I do not listen to strangers.

Have a wonderful week you all🥰

Love, Ortensia

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Explosive Family Time

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I must confess that it still startles me when the travelling husband is required to spend quality time with his daughters, and the only things he can come up with are either playing tennis or going shooting.

Not that I ever expected him to let his daughters paint his nails or do other silly, girly things you see fathers on TV let their daughters do to them. Well, probably it’s actually only on TV. But, seriously? Does it have to be either tennis or shooting? Nothing wrong g with the two activities if they were not his favourite two things to do! Not much of father-daughter time is it? But more father me time with some company.

I suppose he has been lucky with daughter number one who always loved going shooting and hunting with him since an early age and now regularly plays tennis with him, but unfortunately, daughter number two was not so compliant.

He tried to take her hunting once but after they got off the boat and had to walk all day she was determined not to go back. Tennis seemed to be a bit more flourishing ; or better her agony lasted longer till eventually she found the courage to say “She Always Hated It”. In fairness, it was quite obvious looking at the zero-enthusiasm attitude and the zero progress she made over those ten years of lessons. Thankfully for her, after I broke my ankle for the third time because of my injured knees, I quit my tennis career ( hardly to be called that as in my forties I was not a better player than I was in my teens) and she followed suit.

All at once she quit tennis, swimming and hockey and only kept her music. According to her she exercised her lower body walking around, and her arms playing the fiddle and the banjo and knitting: ” Do you know that to knit you move around 30 muscles?” I’m not so sure about it, who am I to argue with that? Especially when it means that during those lazy winter Sunday afternoons spent binge watching Netflix I am more than entitled to have tea and biscuits because I can simply knit away those extra calories.

Friday it was daughter number two’s birthday and on the Saturday the travelling husband suggested some quality family time.

” Sure, what do you suggest?” I asked, and regretted it the minute I finished my sentence.

“We can go into town, or we can go shooting so C can try it too. She still never did”! He replied sounding so generous in giving me”the choice”. Just a pity only a couple of hours earlier I said I was torn about going into town with my friend or not and then decided against it because it was a lovely day and I wanted to enjoy the garden and relax. Also, did he ever wonder why daughter number two got to her 17th year of life and never asked to go shooting?

Nonetheless, I asked and she, who for some aspects is undeniably her father’s daughter, was pretty suspicious. Normally he does things with her sister, I think she really did her best to find out what the catch was but eventually concluded it was a genuine invitation.

We all three went to the shooting range near us where we have been members for years. She was nervous because like her mama and as opposite as her father and sister she is not a competitive person.

I was nervous because it was the first time she actually handled a shotgun and considering how clumsy she can be I really didn’t want to be anywhere near her.

The travelling husband, on the other hand, was happy and relaxed, as usual oblivious to whatever bundle of emotions surrounded him and pretty pleased with himself for being extremely patient in teaching her. I never told him she later complained about him being “so bossy”. Let’s not hurt the poor man’s feelings, he did try his best!

Anyway all alive, still in speaking terms and with all our limbs intact and in working order, after shooting we headed to the clubhouse for a beer. Yes all three of us as apparently once you reach 17 you can have your parents buy you an alcoholic drink. Now, that was news to me, and the fact that the newly 17-year-old girl was the source of it and the one brewing her drink was her eldest sister ( who works there for the summer) told me I have been gaslighted!

As it always does karma got its way and she didn’t even like the beer but it turned out she loved shooting. Well maybe not “loooved” it but liked it indeed and wants to go back.

“ I never imagined it was so fun even if you are a crap shooter. You really do not have to be good at it like papa to enjoy it.”

“Thank you honey, I’m glad I am once again a role model to you 🙄”.

Have a mice week ahead you all

Love

Ortensia

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A Chat Among Bloggers, Episode 12

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Good day, everyone, and welcome to another episode of “A Chat Among Bloggers”. A special episode this month. Look at the number up there and see, in fact, that it’s A Chat Among Bloggers’ first anniversary, and I have just the perfect guest for it: Dawn,  from https://agingwithgrace104771094.com

Sit back, relax and enjoy the chat.

O- Good day, Dawn and welcome. 

Would you like to introduce yourself a little?

 D- After a long career in luxury retail, I traded sales goals for blog posts, long walks, good books and meaningful conversation. I write about ageing, grace, and the beauty hidden in everyday life.

O- How and why did you start blogging?

D- When I retired, I wanted to devote more time to writing. I began to consider a blog and eventually took a class. What I discovered is that blogging creates a meaningful connection with others who share similar worries, memories and experiences.

O- I know exactly what you mean. Blogging brings online socials to another level. Indeed, more personal and you definitely feel the connection with whoever shares your views or interests. But back to your blog, we can say that “it does what it says on the tin”; every post, in fact, emanates ‘grace’. A grace that is ultimately your way to travel the world or an invitation to us all to follow the path?

D- Grace is very much at the heart of what I hope to convey. To me, ageing gracefully means accepting the changes life brings while finding meaning and joy in everyday moments.

O- We see things indeed in a very similar way, probably thats why your blog immediately conquered me.

What did you find in WordPress?

D- In WordPress, I found not only a creative outlet, but also a community. It gave me a place to share my thoughts and connect with readers. I have learned that many of us are asking the same questions about ageing, purpose and change.

O- It is indeed a big part of life. Apart, we should be happy to come to rather than escape from, as many tend to do nowadays in any way possible. Well, mostly through some Nip&Tac actually and that brings to me something something that a famous actress once said about her many wrinkles: “this is my face, and the face is the one I earned with hard work over the years.” Do you agree with her?

D- I agree. Our faces tell the story of our lives. Every line and wrinkle reflects years of living. Ageing is not something to apologise for, it’s something we earn. Europeans I believe, understand this better than Americans.

O- I am afraid we used to maybe, but now the slavery to artificial youth has gone too far, even in the old continent. 

Now, beside your ageing wisdom, of course, what are the first three things popping into your mind if I ask what you are grateful for?

D- The first three things that come into my mind are family and friends, good health and the ability to find beauty in everyday living. I am grateful for the people who walk beside me through life, the gift of good health that allows me to live the life I desire and for quiet moments. – a good book, a quiet walk, a meaningful conversation or a tranquil sunset.

O- And if instead I say “joy”? What are the first things that come to mind?

D- I find joy in simple things. Listening to jazz LPs on a vintage 1950s record player, coffee with a froth of whipped milk, the crunch of leaves underfoot on an autumn walk, writing on crisp paper using a fountain pen filled with Waterman Serenity Blue ink. 


O- I feel the grace, and I see the joy in there!

Quite a random question now: Should a house be minimal or a collection of objects and memories?

D- For me, a home should reflect the character of the person living there. Not cluttered, but rich with memories and character. I want to be surrounded by objects that I find both beautiful and meaningful.

O- Something tells me we might have a similar home; and what’s on your kitchen table, fresh flowers or a plant?

D- Fresh flowers are my favourite. Usually, a vase filled with Alstroemeria. They last for days, come in a variety of colours, and are reasonably priced.  fresh 

O- Similar kitchen  too, I see! And I am sure that beside that bunch of alstroemerias, there are some books, so the next question can only be: 
What does your TBR list look like?

D- I have stacks of books I want to read. I just bought The Last Mandarin by Louise Penney and Mellissa Fung. I am going to read the biography, Pride and Pleasure, by Amanda Vaill, for our June book club. I try to purchase books from a local independent bookstore, if possible. 

O- Let’s dive into the more personal Dawn now:

a-Is your glass normally half full or half empty?

D- Half full

b-Coffee or Tea? Black or with cream/milk and sugar?


D- Black coffee

c- Sweet or Savoury?    

D– Sweet

(O- and our fridge and pantry could be very alike too!!!)
d- Beach or Mountains?

D- Lake shore. I grew up within walking distance of four lakes.

O– I was born in a seaside town, but I always found lakes so peaceful.

And to finish. Do you stop laughing because you get old, or do you get old because you stop laughing?

D- It may be that it’s not that we stop laughing because we get old, but that we feel old when we forget how to laugh.
O- So True!

Now, before saying goodbye, is there any message for the readers you want to close with?

D- I would end the way I end my posts. Peace be with you.

 O- And with you. 

Thanks again for being with us today Dawn, really, no better guest to gracefully and gratefully celebrate a year of interviews. 

And to you, my dear readers, thanks for following, see you all next month for a new exciting interview and do not forget you can catch up on the previous interviews by clicking the link below or through the main page of the blog.

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Love,

Ortensia