Life and Random Thinking

Love the Life You’re In

Posted on May 22, 2017 by dfolstad58

Some messages bear repeating and so I am pleased to reblog this.

Please take a moment to absorb and think how you could in some degree improve your life and avoid a regret in life.

Life After 50

Despite our best efforts to embrace each & every day, some days can be more difficult than others, in seeking gratitude for the life we have been given.

To love the life we are in.

In a world where we are inundated daily with images of people seemingly living much richer, happier & fuller lives, it is easy to fall into the mindset that we are somehow missing out.

But the truth is that challenges come to all of us in some shape or form.

Life is not perfect. For anyone.

Nor does it last forever.

Recently, I have sadly been reminded once again, of how very precious each & every day we are given in life is.

How one moment we appear to have an infinite number of days to embrace the dreams we hope to fulfill, only to suddenly have that option taken from us.

How important…

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Put aside your worries, and do something that makes you smile

Posted on May 17, 2017 by dfolstad58

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I think I was in Grade 7 when my science teacher, Mr Steele, at Sir Matthew Begbie school in Vancouver introduced to us students the versions of humans that had been discovered before including Neanderthals.

SAMSUNG DIGIMAX 420 Interestingly I thought I would never again hear “Neanderthals” mentioned again, with the possible exception when my family talk about my taste in music. I’m not Neanderthal! The truth is, I like 1960 & 70’s music, and uncouth beasts they have forgotten that Neanderthals are way older than me, they would have to be aged 62 at least by now, not aged “39” (ahem) like moi. Pardon my math Mr Steele!

Ahem, I digress obviously.

Now you might be surprised to learn nearly all of us homo sapiens still carry the Neanderthal genome, , some of us up to 5%, and I suspect a few more than that. See here

David Folstad SFU Student card Potentially this could be something I can use, an excuse possibly to slouch? or order extra meat on my pizza? Walk around barefoot and wear a leopard loin cloth?

Just thinking about this makes me want to beat my chest, howl at the moon and grow my hair long and wear coveralls again.

This Neanderthal genome could come in handy! eyebrows lifting

Thanks for reading! Comments always welcome.

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Like to read? Introducing Serena Jones

Posted on May 9, 2017 by dfolstad58

I have been reading it seems all my life, ever since I was knee high with comic books. It is both a pleasant pastime but also a useful skill.

I added the category of Reading/books so I could share my thoughts on authors.

A new author I have enjoyed is Sandra Orchard. She is an award winning author including being the five-time Canadian Christian Writing awards. Learn more about her books which include different series and characters at www.sandraorchard.com

The series that I started into is “Serena Jones mysteries” and the book was “Another Day Another Dali.” I enjoyed it immensely, a fun book, not too serious, and not silly neither. Serena Jones is an FBI agent who specializes in art theft cases, and you won’t want to miss a single brushstroke.

I suspect this author will be like grilled cheese sandwiches to me, a yummy treat from time to time.

I hope you check her out, Sandra Orchard, at your local library and let me know your thoughts. Toodles !

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My Top 20 Inspirational Quotes

Posted on May 7, 2017 by dfolstad58

Which quote will you write down or memorize?

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Can’t Take That Away from Me

Posted on May 6, 2017 by dfolstad58

blue sky Bruce walked down the path, just plain packed earth . The path wound through a light forest, absorbing his steps and so he moved silently.

Sunlight patches here and there were like stepping through hot wading pools at the ocean. All around him, birds twittering and squirrels chirps but none of this smashed the peace and calm of his surroundings.

It was moments like these that Bruce recharged upon. The serene peace in the forest somehow lifting his spirits effortlessly, calming his thoughts. lifting up moments.

It had been three years since the funeral, all the stages of grief just speed bumps in his past. The memories of moments shared now had no sting, or not much.

Isn’t it nice that we have the moments tucked away inside us?

Life only has one direction but so many little things do trigger his memories. Bruce felt deeply thankful for the memories, secure locked in his heart.

Funny the little moments that tweaked his face into a grin. When they had a flat tire in the rain and she defused the situation with a song and dance while he changed the tire.

Then there was the one time she came to his work in a gorilla suit and delivered flowers and sang “Dancing in the Rain” for his birthday. He pretended to be embarrassed, but inside his heart sang – he loved her for it.

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no they can’t take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no they can’t take that away from me

Bruce left the path and sat down on a beach log to watch the waves, and ducks, always in pairs. With a deep sigh, after peeking around to check he was alone – he sang the Frank Sinatra”s Can’t Take that Away from Me.”

Recharged he rose and headed back to the car, feeling refreshed and smiling. A little laugh on his lips. She loved the oldies, and let him sing in the car, no matter how flat and off key he was.

Photo by Roxanne Earley But time to mosey forward, so Bruce took off this memory cloak and tucked it away for another path, and another beach.