Big news of the day is that Nelson Mandela has died. 95 years old. Amazing how he changed the world in his lifetime. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be a black man or woman of days past or even of days now. I recently met a woman named Piper Dellums whose father knew and worked with Nelson Mandela in years past. Her dad is Ron Dellums, a former U.S. congressman from the Oakland Bay area…I think he was also a onetime mayor of Oakland. She is an energetic, motivated woman who has had extreme events in her life…some powerfully good…some horrid. I was drawn to her energy and spirit. Something about her intrigued me. I know that she’ll be upset over Mandela’s death…he was one of her heroes. Can't help but think of her and the thousands who felt a soul connection to Mandela...his presence was a powerful thing not likely to be repeated for generations.
Piper came into my life when I spent a weekend in Idyllwild—a lovely mountain town about 2 hours outside of San Diego. Piper was the proprietor of a great boutique where I spent entirely too much money on some things that are quite delightful! A long black dress; a soft, brown, jersey pullover, and a strange top that is difficult to describe…it is brown and black and gold and has raglan sleeves and if you don’t put it on right, you can get head holes mixed up with sleeves and base. It’s a strange top, but I like it and although I haven’t worn it yet, I do plan to. It’s too fun to let it lie fallow.
Boy, am I ever going all over the place! I did see an attorney today about my slip and fall. Even though the restaurant’s insurance carrier has dismissed my case and stated that they are not liable or at fault, the attorney said that they would look into it. Apparently there’s a way they can test the floor to see if it is conducive to slips. If the floor winds up being dangerous, they’ll take the case. If not, they will not. So, at least I’ll have an answer in a few weeks or so.
Well, I will do my best to have a more interesting post going forward. Today’s is more about making the goal than really sharing something of value. And of course, I am writing to mention the world’s loss of Mandela. I don’t feel badly about Mandela. He lived a long time and he made a huge difference in the world. He was one in a zillion. Would that more of us could make even a fraction of the positive changes he made during our journey here.