I'm Roz, and this is my relaxed space. It's about fun, good conversation and — well yes — good conversation. Pull up a well-padded armchair and help yourself to something to drink. You'll find cheese and crackers on the sideboard. What's new with you?
If you're looking for things in a more serious or spiritual vein, you can check out Exultet where I write that sort of thing.
(2) Every year I resolve to finish my Christmas shopping well ahead of time. This year would be a particularly advantageous time to follow through, because a greater proportion of my gifts will need to be mailed than usual. So why is it that finding the exactly appropriate gift for someone, a solid sense of what the budget ought to be, and the willingness to commit to one choice or another all seem to withhold themselves until December 17?
(3) I've never done this before, but I just opened a special bank account into which I intend to squirrel money for special outlays like recreational travel. Somehow it makes a big psychological difference that the money is completely separate from that mish-mash that is our main account, and all the accounting tricks, mental reservations and budget discussions in the world wouldn't accomplish what seeing that little amount grow bit by bit will do for me and my resolve. So returnable bottle revenues (unless my stepdaughter gets to the bottles first), the results of little sacrifices, perhaps my paltry but esteem-enhancing profits from doing business in Second Life -- that's where they'll go, earning me interest and a certain amount of glee.
(4) I note with some distress that my first 3 items are centered around shopping and money. Perhaps that's enough flirtation with the root of all evil for now.
Name:: Roz Hometown::Ann Arbor, MI
Mother of several, grandmother of a couple, wife to one very good man. My epitaph will probably read, "Well, you just never know." Life is good, but it takes unexpected turns. Good thing I like surprises.