I grew up the child of a submariner. I won’t say a “Navy brat.” My dad was enlisted and none of us were allowed to be brats. But we were fortunate to have a wonderful life as a result of his service. My dad is blessedly still alive (and happily with my mom after 52 years of marriage), so every Memorial Day I say “thank you” — to my dad (and my mom) and those who have served, are serving, and help keep the families together during all that service. Military families are a special bunch. They move a lot. Spouses are alone a lot. Children don’t know who to believe is the “authoritarian” parent.My mom scared the bejeezus out of us. But then my dad came home and he expected every order to be obeyed. It’s tough when you’re 7. But we figured it out. I had two younger brothers while my father served. My third brother was born when he retired from the U.S. Navy. My dad wasn’t even 40 (if you’re doing the math, my dad may have fudged on his age a bit at enlistment, but what do I know). Continue reading
Funny, every time I start a new adventure, I think to pick up my blog. I guess there’s something to the idea that new beginnings are exciting and worthy of memorializing and sharing. Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s just easier for me to sort through all the options in my mind if I write it down as if I were trying to explain my thought process to someone who isn’t resident inside my brain. Either way, with apologies for the periodic interruptions, I will now commence with documenting this latest iterative process. I’m starting with a mini-break. It’s been a grind of a past year or so, and I’m in need of fresh air, fresh space and a fresh attitude. So, I’m going to L.A. (Santa Monica to be specific; L.A. is NOT my getaway place, but the beach… oh, yes).
So, this evening, The Man (you remember The Man, don’t you?!) and I head to the airport to brave the long travel security lines we’ve been hearing so much about on the news lately. We’ll fly into L.A. late this evening and let the freshening begin! I’ll be sure to take lots of photos and keep my journal up to date so that I can share everything along the way Sorry, but I’m not taking the laptop with me. If you really want minute-by-minute updates (or want to experience all the restaurants and other discoveries), follow along on Twitter @marcysalo, or Instagram @salo9979. You’ll find me there. I’m not as happy writing blog posts on my phone. And if you have any great suggestions, please post them in the comments or via a social callout. Thanks… And looking forward to sharing the adventure with you!
Oh, and I forgot to mention – for those that remember previous iterations… we have a new cat. We call her Henery (after Hereny the Chicken Hawk from the Foghorn Leghorn cartoons). She is a scamp, that’s for sure… and a hard to imagine facsimile of her predecessor, Doris (for those who remember) Anyway, I have no doubt you’ll be seeing her pop up periodically in these posts. Meantime, here she is: