Boomer Chick Musings

I believe I saw the white linen platform shoes   I wore in my wedding, walking around Oakland Airport the other day.  Really.  They are 37 years old.  How could that be?  Fast forward: The answer came a short time later while I was in the 'resting room' of a lovely spa, waiting, I mean resting, to make fine use of a gift certificate given by Evan (son) and Erin (his wife).  I picked up the least intimidating magazine on a table. I know who Marie Osmond is (singer with a big family) and Marie Callendar (restaurants and frozen food). I've never seen Marie Claire .  I still don't know who she is.  But she's got a magazine named after her.  She must be very well known, maybe like Oprah.  I have heard her name on one of my favorite TV reality shows, Project Runway.  One of the judges for that show does something for that magazine. As I flipped the pages of Marie Claire's magazine, the ad-itorial probably exceeded the editorial by 20:1.  I believe that makes

By nature I'm not a gambler.   But as my late husband and I agreed upon before we were married, less-than- mediocre is better than mediocre.  And I believe I've maintained that attitude.  When our daughter was but a year old and I was teaching glider flying I found myself putting on a parachute as a prerequisite to flying high performance sailplanes.  And in some instances helping students put them on.  Trouble is, teaching what one doesn't know is not very effective.  So a group of us decided we needed to make a jump. And we did. The kicker was we took the training one day, it got too windy, they sent us home and then two weeks later we showed up again.  They outfitted us, loaded up the plane, and OMG - bombs away, not to mention the breath I didn't even catch until long after being back on terra firma again.   Thus the title of this post....my husband, Carl ,  shook his head ( he was a private pilot in single engine planes and gliders who got me into aviation t