We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
From the soundtrack of The Sound of Music, Maria singing about her favourite things:
“ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things…
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.”
One of my favourite things is to go to the beach with my family on Sundays. Better still if it is secluded and unpeopled so that I can let my dog run off-leash. Sitting by the beach with the fams, hot coffee in our flasks, strawberries in the cooler…life is good when there’s wind ruffling your hair, sand on your feet, water in the horizon for dips and family to whinge and laugh with.
An online diary of sorts...frivolous, causal and about things that I like or interest me...it's not to be taken too seriously as life is just too short.
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