As we age (how many times have I said that?) I find that the things I thought were tasty or interesting don't bring the same emotions. I think I should still like that beef stroganoff I made for a party when I was 30...it would still be delicious...but no. I actually made it this summer and there was something missing. What was that? Garlic? Better sour cream? I do not know. Yet, there it was, a big bowl of beef sitting in a bowl with no one to eat it but my poor husband. I know I wasn't going to. Sigh. It seems that it was at that point I or we began to question everything...where we lived, how we ate and what we had expected of life, our children or even our friends. What did WE want? Oregon Summer Backyard Path to our front door...Oregon Being a snowbird is one of the great joys of our life. We have a townhouse in Arizona and, when we go there, it is like going on vacation. My husband golfs and I write, cook and socialize. We have friends and continue to make more. It is ...
Retirement out here where the rubber meeds the road!