tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post8772516214186054047..comments2023-07-06T06:57:28.024-05:00Comments on Boomer Chick: An Ordinary Day in the Life of a Boomer Babe: What's Your Secret Place?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-90548880143603809182009-03-10T09:19:00.000-05:002009-03-10T09:19:00.000-05:00You're not planning on going anytime soon I hope!!...You're not planning on going anytime soon I hope!! I originally told my wife to spread them in Yosemite's Glacier Point, then Big Sur, now I'd settle for a concrete base for a stripper's pole...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-77656076289136909042009-03-09T05:33:00.000-05:002009-03-09T05:33:00.000-05:00Wow Dorothy, what a great topic. I have a secret p...Wow Dorothy, what a great topic. I have a secret place I have never visited. I might have to blog about it later this week if I feel a bit of inspiration coming my way. Of course it would have to include castles and maybe a Highlander willing to do my evil... I mean well intentioned bidding. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-59836129121731146252009-02-28T10:09:00.000-05:002009-02-28T10:09:00.000-05:00Oh Marilyn, that sounds so beautiful!Oh Marilyn, that sounds so beautiful!thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-41329883437041575132009-02-28T09:55:00.000-05:002009-02-28T09:55:00.000-05:00My secret place is right where I am now, in my off...My secret place is right where I am now, in my office (when no one is around) and I can look out the window at the snow capped mountains.<BR/><BR/>Marilyn<BR/>http://fictionforyou.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-85809076139218855422009-02-28T07:48:00.000-05:002009-02-28T07:48:00.000-05:00When I was lying down in my semi-delusional stage ...When I was lying down in my semi-delusional stage (I'm getting or have gotten something), that's what I was envisioning as I was nodding off. Spring. I was in my grandmother's house. The few years between the time my aunt dropped us off there and my teenage years, they were the best. My grandmother lived in a little house in the country sort of. When it was warm enough to open the windows, thewriterslifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408434848838447115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-90130467482140763882009-02-28T04:08:00.000-05:002009-02-28T04:08:00.000-05:00I know exactly where you are talking about. Well,...I know exactly where you are talking about. Well, maybe not EXACTLY, but I used to hike those mountains and I loved them! I miss trees and mountains. Up here it is flat and lots of farm land. There is one spot I found though, near an old mill that is in the woods next to a small river that I love to go and just sit. For now it will have to do as my favorite spot.4evergapeachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12423320158834528685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12686782.post-26919266845370124482009-02-28T01:04:00.000-05:002009-02-28T01:04:00.000-05:00My secret place would be where it's just warm enou...My secret place would be where it's just warm enough to walk around without a sweater or jacket, with a gentle breeze blowing, birds singing, flowers blooming, and the smell of new mowed grass. Okay, you caught me. I'm thinking of Spring. Is it realy going to happen or is it just an elusion?<BR/><BR/>Morgan Mandel<BR/>http://morganmandel.blogspot.com<BR/>http://twitter.com/morganmandelMorgan Mandelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10118929301591850918noreply@blogger.com