JOYFUL MUSINGS: As I type, I glance to several bags I have propped by the door – one holds a myriad of goods – including Portsmouth’s Music Hall’s magazine, a phone charger, a map of New York City, a package of Bumble Bee Tuna, a whistle, two lipsticks and a microphone.
NYC on the cheap: I prefer the “Live Lottery.” That is where you simply go to the theatre where a show is due to be presented and write your name on a piece of paper and see if your name gets called.
Editor’s note: We are celebrating Susan Dromey Heeter’s one-year anniversary writing Joyful Musings by re-running our favorite columns every day for one week. This gem ran in June. Request your favorite Susan Dromey Heeter musing by emailing me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I am pleading the Fifth on this one, Susan. Thanks, Nancy West
By Susan Dromey Heeter
There is something so wonderful about growing older – confidence, wisdom, stories of old boyfriends.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: I like more. I like a lot. I see that bumper sticker, “Simplify” and I want twenty. I have more coats than there are winter days. I hoard pens. I covet shoes. I like stuff.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: I practically leapt out of my seat, dropped my popcorn and announced, “I KNOW that cereal!”
JOYFUL MUSINGS: ‘I got a call to my UMass dorm room that my dad had died. He was 55 and my world changed in an instant.’
Dover’s own Susan Dromey Heeter is being celebrated by re-rerunning our favorite Joyful Musings every day this week. Which is your favorite? I know, it’s hard to pick, but please don’t miss getting to know Mrs. Pren Boss.
Dear Susan Dromey Heeter, Time to celebrate big-time! Today is your one-year anniversary of writing for InDepthNH.org and I couldn’t be happier. We are today officially designating Aug. 5 to Aug. 12 as Susan Dromey Heeter Joyful Musing Week at InDepthNH.org.
At 16, I did not have a car but a bike I borrowed from my sister. She had one of the first 10-speeds, a brand known as “Free Spirit,” and it was stolen week two.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: Gifts are meant to be shared. So when my neighbors share their recipes for bread, their garden’s harvest, I am deeply grateful. I can barely grow a toenail and their garden is amazing.