Some: Times

Navigating life through coffee, volunteering & laughter.

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  • How do you travel?

    Do you act like you’re the Only person in the room in cafes & restaurants?

    Are you rude to the locals & staff where you are?

    Do you openly say Rude & disparaging remarks about those around you?

    Do you leave your Airbnb in worse shape than when you entered it?

    Then you are an ugly tourist. I’m not going to name countries in this entry but if you do any of the above you should stay home.

    Being kind when you travel means you get an aperitif on the house at a restaurant. You don’t say Rude things about others that live where you’re visiting.

    When you leave your hotel or Airbnb it looks just like when you came in. You’re kind to rude locals because you never know if they’ll turn up where you’re having dinner or breakfast?

    You’re kind to the people that are staying in the same place as you even if they’re not kind back. You say please & thank you & don’t approach the barista with “I want et cetera.” You don’t demand tables at a booked out restaurant.

    The list is endless but these are some of my pet peeves when traveling. Be kind. Period.

  • Agatha Christie

    Who is your favorite historical figure?

    The original sleuth writer is someone I’d very much like to meet over a cupper. She’s considered the original crime writer, as a young person I read all her books.

    She’s a person I’d like to meet & discuss her writing & how she did character development. Agatha Christie became world famous & her characters are as well. Such as Herculie Poirot.

    Poirot was the original male detective working on the side of the police. He was a neurotic character & nearly obsessive compulsive about solving the crimes assigned to him.

    However, I’d very much like to meet her & tell her what a great role model she was for me growing up & how she made me passionate about reading.

  • I’m happy being me

    What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

    I think the thing that makes me happiest is that I don’t wear fake anything & no injections. In the age of Botox & plastic surgery I’m happy with who I am.

    I had a sad discovery today, I watched a bunch of young women scrutinize themselves in a very obsessive & compulsive way that just wasn’t healthy.

    Being 50 soon means being happy with myself, odd shape & all that goes along with it. Most of youngens refer to me as “freak” it makes me feel sorry for them that they don’t see their own beauty.

    Unless, it’s enhanced by fake nails, eyelashes & the works. I’m happy with myself because I’m kind, even sometimes to people that don’t deserve my kindness at all.