Showing posts with label change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label change. Show all posts

27.10.13

Change


    Growing up in Colorado, I was Mama's helper, Daddy’s little girl, a sister, a student, a friend, a ball-player, an ice-skater, a hiker, and a bike rider.
    As a young adult living in the mid-west, I was a daughter, a sister, a college student, a wife, a mother, an aunt, a friend, a homemaker, a seamstress, a decorator, and a cook.
    As a career person, I was an elementary school teacher, a middle school teacher, and a university professor.
    As a retired person, once again in beautiful Colorado, I renewed old friendships, established new friendships, traveled, hiked, rode horses, wrote a novel, edited a community newsletter, and served on the board of my church.
    Now? I’m still retired but located back in Kansas. The important roles in my life are wife, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. Of less importance is my position as full-time homemaker. Folks at the church I attended for many years now ask me my name. Though my career was here, the people in my community know me only as the lady who moved from Colorado to Kansas. The question I hear often is, “Why?” The answer is always, “Family.”


Beautiful Kansas Sunset from our front porch.



2.1.12

Change Comes Slowly

It’s difficult for some people to change. That includes me. I no more than get used to a new cell phone when my contract expires and my old model is no longer available. So, instead of being able to continue with the “dummy phone” I have used for the two years of my contract, I find myself once again spending time figuring out a new alarm and touch screen.

Difficulty with change applies to several areas of my life including new appliances, new cars, and new music at church. (How did that last one make this discussion? Must be something often on my mind!)

Just when I decide I probably hate change more than anyone, I find out about the bureaucrats who manage the Pennsylvania Turnpike. These people are the “cash only” kings of this century. In the real world we pay using credit cards, debit cards, and even iPhones. In my state, on Colorado E470, license plates are photographed and a bill is sent to users of that forty-seven mile toll road. No stopping, no tickets, no cash. Even on scenic toll roads in Colorado we welcome tourists’ credit cards. But in the backward PA Turnpike world, one has to stop for tickets when entering the turnpike and dig around to find green and change when exiting. Lots of green I might add!

So when you plan a trip on the PA Turnpike, be sure to visit an ATM before you merge onto that long asphalt money pit! And hey, PA, how about moving into the world of technology?