A nasty cold currently has me down for the count. I'd planned to spend my day off visiting a relative in hospital and taking a Pilates class. Instead I've been sitting in the same arm chair for the better part of the afternoon. UGH.
I know that resting is part and parcel of being on the mend, but it's hard for me to 'take it easy' as I feel like I'm wasting time. Recovering from being ill isn't a time waste, of course, but it's hard not to play that tape in my head. Anyone else feel this way? I imagine I'm not alone here.
I just read in the paper that Tina Turner has died at age 83. Logically, we know that everyone will die at some point, but, like with Prince, I sort of can't believe she's gone. Silly, I know.
I'd like to take this opportunity to re-post an old title from 2013 for your perusal. It's not really about Tina, per se, but given her passing is somewhat apropos. I was living in Zurich at the time and Ms. Turner was, as the link's title states, my neighbor (sort of). My husband and I were visiting Küsnacht, where Tina lived with her husband, and we walked by a very large and imposing gated property along the lake. The entry gate was kitted out with multiple cameras facing the main road and gold-leafed signage along the top of the wrought iron gate. No other property along the water had such a grand entrance. It's was Tina's.
|Küsnacht, Kanton Zürich, home of Ms. Turner|