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Holy crap. It's only 37 degrees here. Florida.
Predicting a high of 59. Tomorrow a bit better.
Thursday we might see 70. Geez.
Berry's going to get off the plane tonight and think
he's still in Indiana. Well, maybe not quite, but it
sure is colder than we were both hoping for.
We may not get outside as much as we thought.
What to do? What to do?
We'll have a week to figure it out.
Posting will be light to none, possibly. Forgive me?
I'll make it up to you. Promise.
'Scuse me now. Still need to do laundry and shave my legs.
(HAPPY NEW YEAR!)
Clean it up.
Sweep it out.
Holidays seem to put real life on hold, don't they?
Maybe that's some of the attraction since so many
aren't too fond of what they live every day. Sad, that.
My life is far from exciting and I never expect perfect.
I am, however, absolutely enjoying what my life is now.
I continue to work on ideas for the Pondering....... store.
I want to thank all of you who ordered items so far. I'm
hoping to see business pick up in the coming year.
Your business is very much appreciated and I hope you are
pleased with what you received. To all of you, whether you
have purchased anything or not, please know I am open
to any and all suggestions for the store. Leave comments
or send email.
I've come to realize that it will take time and trial and error
to create more of what people want, whether it be for
themselves or others.
I love this creative process and am enjoying some collaborating
with Berry (Boneman) on some of the ideas and products.
As a matter of fact, he will be in Florida in a few days. Some of
our time will be spent on more collaborating. Some of our time
will be spent viewing the ocean from a balcony.
We'll make time for tourist-y type trips to St. Augustine, Deland,
Ponce Inlet and perhaps Cross Creek. Blogging will be light.
He'll get to meet Sparky, too.
I don't believe anyone has a clear view of their life path. But, I
believe more now than before that if one has a dream based on a
true passion and is willing... no, determined... to work toward
that dream with every bit of their heart and soul, the dream can
be realized. The ending reality might be different than imagined
but it might also be better than imagined.
What we need and what life brings to us, after working hard,
could be a dream beyond imagination.
Pursue. Persevere.
Stay open to possibilities.
and me! ♥
VOTING UPDATE: VOTE before midnight Thursday!
Sparrow thinks of everybody.
She chose two topics for the Haiku Contest this week:
****** CHRISTMAS **** and **** CHANNUKAH ******
Pick one or both and submit yours by 10pm Wednesday.
*******************
reflect, remember.
gather friends and family
in heart if not home.
Let it snow for some.
Fire burning warm inside.
Others want palm trees.
to me
Merry Christmas to me
Merry Christmas to me-ee
Merry Christmas to me.
damnit.
My computer monitor died today.
First thing this morning.
You know it had to be replaced. Had to.
Paying bills, email, IMing, blogging, and
keeping up with the Pondering.......store
really left me no choice. I just wish I could
have paid cash instead of adding to the charge card.
Yes, I could use the local library computers but
I have some concerns about security there and
they limit your computer time to thirty minutes.
Not to mention the gas used driving there and back.
I'm still unemployed and my budget is so tight
it squeaks. Soon, it will be screaming in agony.
However, I will keep my whining limited to
this little bit here 'cause today is the day my
friend (Colleen) is having her surgery.
I haven't heard anything about that, yet.
The new monitor is a widescreen. Stuff looks weird.
Guess I'm going to have to give in and put in the
disk that came with it so it can do what they call
'adjust the resolution'. ??
ooooohh. Maybe this 109 dollah purchase can be
a business expense.
I haven't posted much recently that's worthy
of attention. Having some silly-assed sniffle thing
is no excuse. I can only say that, at times, I am lame.
And a slug. And, the worst, forgetful of my blessings.
Yesterday, I got slapped with some comeuppance
and I really, really hope it sticks. I suppose, in all
honesty, that it will fade and the necessity of being
slapped again will bring me back to humility.
One of my former co-workers is also one of my best
friends. She has stayed in contact with another co-worker
who was laid off a year before we were.
The other co-worker is a beautiful, sweet lady who never
stops smiling and loving life. She was diagnosed with
breast cancer about six months ago.
Her first surgery was to remove the tumors and cells.
Then, the heavy-duty chemo treatments began.
The resulting side-effects were gruesome but, her family
and friends say that she continues to be happy, smile and
never complains. She got more scary news.
Surgery and chemo didn't kill all the cancer cells.
She is now scheduled for a double mastectomy on
December 21, then waits for the incisions to heal
before she starts radiation. No guarantees for anything.
She's still smiling, positive and loving life.
In the photo above, taken yesterday, she is the gorgeous
blonde on the right. Colleen is her name.
The lovely lady on the left is my best friend, Jan,
who went to visit her.
Jan recently started a new job as a CNA in a nursing home.
She works in the activities department. You know, reading
books to the residents, organizing music time, decorating
rooms for the holidays, feeding them if they need help,
playing games with them, talking to the families.
She loves her job. Jan is perfect for the job.
They had a birthday party for one of the residents. The
lady was celebrating her 107th birthday. Jan said the
birthday girl insisted on cutting the cake herself and
wanted to serve everyone else. Smiling, always smiling.
Not all of Jan's stories about the residents are happy.
But, she's doing good things every day.
I don't want this to turn into a ramble. I just wanted to
share two of the many people who bless my life.
If you are of a mind to, please say a prayer for Colleen.
Sometimes, I forget how lucky I am.
Today, however, I remember.
edit:
Food for thought...
a minute
or a day
of life with you
might be just
what's needed
to nourish
a hungry soul.
blah... yuck... blah... yuck.
Why, oh why did I not go with simple gift cards?
Answer: Because I really do love to find very
special gifts for friends and family. I usually find
gifts all year long and stash them away for birthdays
and holidays.
So, what am I bitchin' about? The last step of wrapping,
packing and shipping the goodies to the intended
recipients. I've got everything needed except energy.
And, I feel yucky. Achy in my head and neck and chest.
I need hot soup and a massage.
Oh, well. Back to bed and a book. And a phone call later.
I'll work on it all again tomorrow.
Is it over yet?
UPDATE: We're on our way to Winter and for some that means
*********************** SNOW ***********************
UPDATE: Time to go back to VOTE before 11 pm THURSDAY.
____Submit your entry before 10 pm Wednesday.____
crunch squeak. crunch squeak. Boots.
frozen layer, icing on
the snow cake. Sparkle.
Looking outside from
the inside keeping warm by
the fire is lovely.
don't make your angels
in the snow at the bottom
of the hill. SLEDS! ow.
"you can't make me stay
where I don't want to be," said
the snowflake melting.
falling
careful
of that last
step it's a doozy
in love
Poetry is life.
Life is poetry.
I found this at one of the permanent fixtures
on my blog roll: Sippican Cottage. Another life artist.
Art is in all of us. It makes life beautiful.
Explore your life. Find your beauty and celebrate.
Click either photo to read about Carpenter Poets.
I should be ashamed
having read so little
of so few poets
and nothing at all
of so many more.
they've spent their lives
writing words just for
the likes of me
and I barely know
but a few.
I should be ashamed
to do what I do like
I'm the only one
who has ever done it
when it's mostly been done
already and better and oftener before.
I should be ashamed
and burn my notebooks and
break my pencils and read
what's already been written and
what's being written now.
But I am reading what's being
written now this minute by me
and some others here and
there when I can and
when I want.
I should be ashamed
of thinking about quitting.
someone somewhere might
someday read what
I wrote yesterday or today
and think about writing
what they have to say
in their own way
and another link gets
added to the chain and
another chapter is added
to the story.
I should be ashamed
for doing so little.
But I'm not.
(after reading some Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
