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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
