Sometimes I cannot avoid being in the presence of a person who complains a lot even though I try to avoid doing so. Try as I might, with positive observations, I am not able to dissuade them from their complaining. I remember how my mother had a perpetual inner smile. If she grumbled at all, she was very good at hiding it. She simply went about trying to fix the things she saw that needed fixing. So I guess it was not that she didn’t see things to complain about, she just didn’t verbalize it.
Maybe grumbling, complaining people are really doing me a great favor. They point out problems I might never see myself. Maybe they serve as my conscience in order to induce me to act. Maybe they really are the problem solvers the world needs.
Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon.
Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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