Thankful Thursday

This morning started out at zero dark thirty. 4:30 a.m., to be exact. We have a guy as we speak (at 7:16 a.m.) upstairs tearing off the old stone on the fireplace. It will be nice when he is finished. I get to spend the day in the lower level of the home office in Gretna, Nebraska with Lexie. Goldie is going (alone) to the groomers. Hope she’s good, she’s a handful.

The Babe is very sore, the doctor x-rayed his ribs. Nothing appears broken, but it will probably take a long time to resolve itself. Chostochondral separation is not fun, boys and girls. It’s a separation of the cartilage from the ribs. All they can do is give you pain pills and feel sorry for you.

What a blessed life we have. Two areas of gratitude already this morning. God is so good to us. We witnessed a beautiful time at the VFW Post 2503 last night. Our friend, Emma, came in with her birthday cake. If you recall, the first case of COVID-19 in Nebraska was a lady who was at our Hamburger Night back in March, before St. Patrick’s Day. It was our Emma. Her father was Case #2.

She burst through the door, and started to wave at those of us who applauded when she returned for the first time after her horrible illness. It is a true miracle she is still alive. After greeting her favorite friends last night, complete with a new hair-do, Emma, her friends, and family, celebrated Emma’s 37th birthday. God is so good. We have a renewed hope in the midst of masks and mania. We love you Emma. You make our hearts happy. Life can be so good. We just have to be open to seeing it around us.

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Today, for the most part, will be spent between the family room and the patio. It’s at ground level with the beautiful wetlands behind our home. We will have a beautiful new “face” on the fireplace, which will be fun. The next step in the great COVID remodel of 2020 will be new flooring upstairs, both bathrooms, kitchen, and entry. LVT (Laminated Vinyl Tile) will be the material, and it will be great with the dogs.

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This beautiful library is one dreams are made of. Yes, it’s “old.” Yes, it’s “cluttered.” Marie Kondo would NOT approve. The furniture would work only if the chairs are comfy. I have to have a comfy chair these days to read in. I would also allow the dogs only if they’re “dog” (so sorry, I had to!) tired. Otherwise, I barely get a paragraph started before they begin their, “I want out, I want in, I want out, I want in, I want out,” dance. I re-read the same paragraph for what seems like days.

But yes, I’d like a library room. Right now, I’ll settle for a couple nice bookcases. Then I can meet my books again and decide which ones to keep, and which ones to donate. I’m hoping the local library or high school could accept some. My quilting books could help out anyone from a home ec student (do they still teach sewing?) to an young lady in the library. Hope to find them a home somehow.

In writing my book, it’s amazing the number of words we used in the 1970s that aren’t used much if at all in 2020. The examples I found are “peignoir” and “negligee.” A Peignoir is a light dressing gown or negligee. A negligee “is a loose women’s dressing gown, especially when lacy or revealing.” My only questions would be;

  1. Do they mean “loose women’s” or do they mean “loose, women’s dressing gown?”
  2. They’re so beautiful, why don’t we use them anymore? The world lives in t-shirts and flannel pj’s. It’s really kind of sad.

Research, my dears, is what we need to do. It’s a lot to remember things about the decade. These things are true, things women could not do in the 1970s. Believe it or not, these things were the law.

Women could not have credit in their own name.Women could not be guaranteed they would not be fired for being pregnant.

Women could not sit on a jury. It took until 1973 for all 50 states to allow women to be on juries.

Women could not fight on the front lines in the military. They could only serve as a nurse or support staff. The ban was lifted in 2013.

Women could not get an Ivy League Education.

Women could not take legal action for sexual harassment. It took until 1977 for a court to recognize office sexual harassment.

Women could not decide to decline having sex with their husband until 1993.

Women could not obtain health insurance at the same rate as a male until 2010. It is a belief in the industry and government women “don’t mind paying more.”

Women had no access to birth control pills until the late 1960s, and then only in extreme situations. The pill was considered the same thing as abortion. Some religious sects still ban anything but “natural family planning.”

Sadly, in many states, the age of consent was 10 or 12 in most states. Delaware had a different age, which was 7. Those poor little girls! No date was given when the age of consent was raised.

I am amazed at all nine statements above that women could not do. Even though I lived this, it’s not something I thought of growing up. I came late to the equal rights party. I firmly believe in it now. And with rights come responsibilities, just like any rights we fight for. We need to address both sides of that coin as well.

I’m grateful for my freedoms, the later in life interest in them, the awareness that is required for them. I’m grateful for you, my readers, and the time you take to read my blog. Instill the love of reading into your young people, and they will be able to do anything.

Stay Safe. Mask Up. Wash Up. Look Up.

Wednesday Wariness

This will be the first full day masks will be required in Omaha, in businesses, stores, and people will undoubtedly grouse about it. Facebook and Twitter will blow up, and tempers will flare. In the end, if we just do it, let’s see how the numbers are (with some kids in school), and maybe we will prove to ourselves it works. There is also the chance it won’t work, and we’ll prove it doesn’t help. The factor of some kids still being home may impact the outcome either way, but hey – it’ll be over before we know it. It’s from now until September 15, I believe? Let’s just do the right thing and we’ll know if we make a difference or not.

Let’s spend the time getting our house in order. Not the dwelling, but the heart and soul. How do we want this country and this world continue on for what I hope is another 200 years? Yes, some things must change, but socialism isn’t the answer. Churches have tried it before, the money runs out. Believe me, it will.

You know yourself, you cannot spend and spend and spend and not replenish the bankroll. Taking all of Bill Gates’ money away from him will not make the entire country run well for the rest of our lives. Things are not all equal, nor were they meant to be. People have their own ideas of what they want to work for. And what they will spend their money on. Many waste their money. I’ve done it myself when I was younger. Some will spend it on immoral things. (In the Bible, the story of the Prodigal Son. Remember?)

I can’t answer for everyone what the best thing is. For myself, I want to spend time contributing to helping people in need. There are many veterans organizations to help our soldiers. Many are suffering from PTSD. Too many commit suicide. Many are homeless. Some experience domestic violence. Some don’t want help. That’s ok, until they will accept it. You can’t force someone to “get better.” Whether it’s mental health, alcoholism, drug abuse, domestic violence, or verbal abuse, it all hurts the soul and damages the heart. Healing takes a long, long time, and people heal at different rates, on different timetables. Sometimes it’s such a slow progression you don’t realize it has happened until you experience something, then stop and realize, “It didn’t hurt this time,” or “I can finally sleep all night.”

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Let’s work on being better humans to each other. Let’s just get along during this pandemic rippling like hot lava around us. Let’s get through this hard time. Let’s continue with civility and grace. It will help the time pass quickly if we’re a help and not a hindrance. Be Kind. Be Thoughtful. Be Courteous. Be Safe. Let’s get through the rest of this. Thank you for reading today. I appreciate it very much. See you again tomorrow.

Tuesday Gratitude

It’s a blue-skied day again today. I always welcome this time of year. Lots of people had strange wind damage yesterday, it was a weird event which happens once in awhile. Weather is so strange. It has to be respected because it is so powerful. Many kinds of severe weather can happen in Nebraska, and other states. I’d hate a hurricane, Floridians would hate tornadoes. Blizzards aren’t that bad when you’re retired. It doesn’t matter if you get out or not. Just fill the coffee again, and there you are. Light the fire and watch a Netflix series or two.

As we age, we need to have lots of preventative maintenance. Kind of like a car. If you don’t do it regularly, you could have a lot of unknown issues that could be costly for a car, or deadly for a person. The Babe had a colonoscopy today, and all is well. That is a huge blessing. We are grateful. Come back in three years, what is a great outcome.

It appears Joe Biden has a running mate. I have no opinion of Ms. Harris, and it matters not to me that she is a female or black. Neither makes me think a candidate more or less worthy. I have concerns about Biden, and Harris, and about Trump and Pence. I just hope there is never another Presidential assassination. It is a horrible event to happen to a nation.

I was in sixth grade when Kennedy was shot. We heard all the gory details. After all, we learned everything about the crucified body of Jesus Christ by the time we were seven, there was no reason to spare assassination details. And we all witnessed the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald by Jack Ruby. When you consider the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr., and Robert F. Kennedy happened in 1968, as did the riots at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago; we experienced a lot of violence. The violence human beings are capable of.

That violence happens often and daily in America now. Life seems to have lost it’s value to the killers. As many grandmothers and mothers do, I pray none of our family is harmed by this violence. One of our sons serves in the U.S. Secret Service, and he is trained beyond what we could ever imagine. He is a perfect man for the job he has. We are nothing but proud. He is actually safer than we are, if you think about it. God will be good to him, and to his beautiful family.

So true . . . let’s all have a good heart.

I fared well with a quick review from my book coach, regarding my rewritten Chapter One. Very minor things, which I will submit to her again, along with a draft of Chapter Two. I have an idea of what will happen in Chapter Two, and I’ll try to behave with my verb tenses, keep the protagonist in all the scenes, and keep to the timeline. All the stuff I learned in Chapter One so far. It’s a great process, I’m glad to be experiencing it.

It’s a couple days late, but the Babe and I are going to watch this week’s Yellowstone. He can’t stay awake on Sunday night for it, so we record it for later. It’s continuing to be a great story line again this season. The scenery is so beautiful. Makes me want to go back to Montana again. We left the back entrance of Yellowstone National Park to see Big Sky Country. It was breathtaking!

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I thank you for reading today. I appreciate it so much. Be safe out there. Some schools started back up today, and more will go back tomorrow. Take a little time for yourself, be kind, be courteous, be smart. I will see you right here again tomorrow. Thank you very much.

God: Please Bless America

Whatever happens with this COVID-19 over the next year, some folks will be wrong about it, and some folks will be right about it. I can’t even begin to predict what will happen to us all. Even the experts cannot agree. We need to stop being “them” vs. “us.” It is defeating us before we can even begin. Divide and conquer. Since the beginning of time, that has been the most effective way to defeat an enemy. We are close to being to so argumentative with each other we cannot see how dangerous we are. And we’ll only hurt ourselves in the long run.

I shudder to think the anarchists, the AntiFa, the Chinese, the Russians, or any other hateful group could conquer us because we are insisting on our “own way.” The quickest way to lose our rights, in my opinion, isn’t wearing a mask. It’s refusing to do something for the common good of all of us. It’s refusing to give up a convenience for something bigger than ourselves. I wonder how this nation could behave given rationing of coffee, meat, flour, sugar, or certain textile components needed to manufacture parachutes, uniforms, tarps for trucks, oil, and gasoline. If you think a toilet paper shortage was bad, think if you could no longer go through the drive through at Starbucks and grab a mucho-latte-sugared-up-too-strong-coffee to go. (Yes, I made up the name). If you had enough gasoline to get there.

I remember in high school, during the late 1960s and the Vietnam War, there was a shortage of some components of yarn. We had a change in our uniform code that would allow for knitted vests with our plaid uniform skirts. The principal said the reason the uniform company couldn’t order them was because the goods were necessary for something the military needed. We simply accepted that fact. What good would it have done to protest that? None. We knew that.

Sometimes in life we are called upon to do something we don’t want to. Many times, in fact. It’s a test of our character, of our will, of our love for others. Our love of our country. I love America. We are still the best country in the world. Our soldiers have provided our freedoms are secure. I love each and every one of you for the sacrifices you all made for our country. You are all people who have put the good of your country (and us) ahead of whatever you wanted. For that, I, and many others, are eternally grateful.

Right after the military, the police keep law and order in our cities, states, small towns, and everything in between. Yes, there are bad police officers. Too many bad officers undo the good the others do. The majority of them love us as the military do. They want to make our worlds safer. 99 % of the time, they do. We need to help them do their jobs, not defund them. We need to support them in small and big ways. They are our sons and daughters, neighbors and friends. We all deserve to return home safely after our shift is over. Let’s help that become the norm, not the exception. The law and order we enjoy is because of the peace created by our police, sheriffs, deputies, and other First Responders. Who are you going to call if we have no First Responders? It won’t be “Ghostbusters,” that’s for sure.

How can people help? Despite the pandemic, volunteer to help others. Organizations such as our VFW Post 2503 are looking for volunteers to help with different events. We have projects to help our homeless vets, help formerly homeless vets to attain apartments through Victory House, help our vets who have legitimate needs getting to the next payday, help vets get through the legal system, as well as help vets with PTSD mainstream back into society again.

Volunteering is the best way to get outside of ourselves and think of others. You come to realize how well we have it, and realize volunteering leaves a great feeling in you. Look for a place to help. There will be so many opportunities available, you will have a hard time selecting only one. Help out. It’s the American Way. We take care of our own, and always have. Thank you for considering volunteering today

GOD, Please Bless America!

I am working on some projects around the house the rest of the day. Little, silly stuff that needs to be done. Hope you’re all safe, well, and having a beautiful day. The pups are still tired from their great escape yesterday. Just glad they’re all ok. Thank you for reading today, you know I appreciate it very much. Take time to considering being one of the helpers, not a hinderer. American needs that now. And they need it from all of us. God Bless you all. Stay safe. Be Kind. See all of you tomorrow!

Sunny Sunday

The day started very early at Raabe Ranch this morning. The Babe made an appointment for both dogs to go to the groomer today. Well, in the rainstorm, he was trying to get them loaded into his new car. They wouldn’t jump up and into the back seat. Goldie hasn’t been in a car since February, when we had her spayed. She just wouldn’t have it.

In the midst of what seemed like a 3 Stooges movie, the dogs got away, running around the neighborhood as if they had good sense. Dangit, how naughty! Luckily, Goldie gave up and came home early, Lexie kept running around. She finally came and jumped up into the car. Sheesh! More obedience classes are in our future. We need to keep them safe, we can’t have a repeat of last summer when we lost Roxie. Goldie stayed home with me, we’ll take her in another day. She is very wide-eyed when I look at her. I hope she figured out that’s not what she should be doing. She won’t budge from the couch.

Lexie will be ready soon to come home. She’s a little skittish. Poor girl. She is showing so much white hair in her coat. If it continues, she may end up a white and brown dog. Right now, she’s brown and white. Who knows in another couple of years?

My rewritten Chapter One has been sent back to my book coach. I am ready for a break, I think. Maybe the next couple days will see more quilting. That may refresh my creative muse for writing. It seemed pretty hard to come up a new way of what I’m trying to say.

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The rain was beautiful this morning. It should have quenched the thirst of all my flowers, the lawn, bushes, and refilled the birdbath with fresh rainwater. It sounds refreshing. Hope the birds, worms, and little creatures appreciate it. The bad part of the storm blowing through is how hot and humid is will be before the day is over. Should be quite humid and feel like it’s over 100 degrees. Too dang hot. At least Gavin’s ball games are over. He was pretty overheated in the catchers gear at his last game. He just doesn’t want to give up or give in. That’s a Raabe trait. German heritage at work right there. Good when used for bettering yourself.

I have several creative sayings as prompts in my studio/office.

When Life Gives You Scraps Make a Quilt

Sew much fabric, sew little time!

May your bobbin always be full!

the desire to create is one of the deepest longings of the soul.

Sewing mends the soul.

My latest creation, I purchased because I thought it was a decal for the wall, such as the others were. It wasn’t. It was a paper circle, and I mounted it on foam board, glued buttons around the outside. It is now on my studio/office door.

Sewing Room – where the magic happens

I wanted that phrase, “where the magic happens,” as a reminder from whence I came.

When I started my career in I/T at ConAgra, I worked for one of their smaller companies in Omaha. I had a boss who could not answer any technical question I had. He’d say, “That’s too technical for you.” It was the 80’s, and yes, that wasn’t appropriate for him to say. It felt like, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” When he talked about the computer processing some code, he’d say, “That’s where the magic happens.”

I joked about it later, after I left there, but it still felt demeaning to me. My new boss told me I was so much more talented than he was told, I was top notch in my skills. Why was I treated that way, then?

I’m told the old boss wasn’t able to answer my questions. Honest to Pete. Wow. I would have never known. Glad I found out the issue wasn’t with me, though. I’m glad to have endured that, I don’t think a woman could be addressed like that anymore. It makes me grateful I learned, grateful I had the ability, and grateful I didn’t give up the I/T field as a career. It would have been easier to quit, somedays. I’ll get this writing thing down, too.

Thanks for reading today. Keep safe out there, friends. I appreciate all of you. See you again tomorrow!

Super Saturday!

What a beautiful bride we celebrated yesterday! My cousin’s daughter Alyssa married Bryson yesterday, and it was a perfect event. Holy Ghost Church in Omaha is where the ceremony was. The bride’s family had lots of memories from there. Weddings, funerals, baptisms, confirmations, graduations. Six cousins in that family attended school and Church there for over 50 years. I still have such a happy heart today from the experience.

Part of why I feel this way has to do with the COVID-19 quarantine we have experienced. After the unrest of our lives in the first half of this year, it makes us appreciate family in a ways we haven’t yet done. The stories, the funny things that happened as kids, they all make life much more full. And sharing them with the people who helped create those stories is a joy. I’m laughing at some stories as I’m writing, and am grateful I have all the cousins we have to reminisce with.

In about another month, some of those cousins will again gather to lay another cousin to rest. We have lost one to cancer. He fought it for years, and it finally took him. It will be a sad day for his brother, sister, kids, and other closer family members. All of these descendents of the Fab Four Bobell Sisters will love and support each other through this event as well. We are now the elders of the tribes. Our moms were stubborn women, yet we knew they loved us in their own special ways. My mom is the only one left of the Bobell Sisters, and we know someday, she too will be gone. More stories, more love shared.

Yesterday, the Omaha Public Schools released a change (already) to the school year. Instead of starting next week and being in person, it will be delayed another week and be all online. No, it wasn’t something the Superintendent did on purpose, I’m sure if the cases in Omaha/Douglas County had not skyrocketed in the past week or so, the school year would not have had any changes. I would think there will be other districts in the area who follow suit, but if not, carry on. The kids are very important, and we must teach them how to cooperate with the way things are even though we don’t agree. We all learned that very important thing growing up, it helps society be more cohesive. Give and take is in order. From all of us, not just kids/teachers/parents. Let’s be a good example.

Yes, there is.

For today? I’m listening to some tunes and writing. Updating Chapter One. I think once the missing component is found (within me), it will go smoother and quicker. I don’t want to do a poor job. I want to be proud of what I produce. Just like practicing years and years to quilt, yes, here I have to practice writing until I get it. Won’t give up!

Thank you all for reading today. Go hug a cousin today. Or at least call them and catch up. It’ll do both your hearts good! I’ll see you again tomorrow. Stay safe. Distanced. Masked Up. Washed Up. All of it. Let’s show COVID who’s boss!

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A Toast to Cousin’s Today!

Friday, Blessed Friday

At last, we have a family wedding to attend today. This cousin did not have to reschedule her big day, thank goodness. It should be a lot of fun for everyone. This family is so sweet, they are all wonderful human beings. It will be beautiful weather, too. Maybe a little rain, but nothing huge. Every day is a perfect day for two people who love each other to get married. We will socially distance, and if it becomes too crowded, we’ll go home.

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Parents and educators are getting pretty upset with wondering about the virus and kids in school all day. I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes. Superintendents everywhere are expected to be able to predict the future, and they cannot. No one really can. The experts cannot even agree with all the information, real or not, that is circulating out there. All we can do is prepare for anything. Prepare to homeschool again in a month or so. It may very well ramp up again. Omaha, Nebraska is one area that is ramping up in number of cases. We are steering clear of very large crowds, and distancing when we are out. I hope and pray our grandkids do not become ill, or my mom.

My Pro Writing Aid software add-ons for Chromebook are behaving strangely. While it does a great job of generating reports full of improvements, the format is no longer correct after making and saving changes. Big problem! All sentences are left justified, all centered words, like chapter numbers are left justified. That shouldn’t happen. I’ll have to ask their tech people about it. I may have to use the software on my Microsoft O/S laptop, and not on the Chromebook. I could save each chapter to the cloud, then run Pro Writing Aid reports on it there. Maybe things would stay in place then. (It’d be saved as a Word Doc, not a Google Doc).

Yes, Be Stronger Than Your Storm

There are many, many storms out there being fought by many, many people. Women, Men, Children, Elderly, Young, Middle-aged. Some fight against demons most cannot imagine, thank goodness. But, oh those with unimaginable demons, we don’t judge you by what’s been done to you. It is not your fault at all. Some people’s bad choices create storms, such as a gambler or an alcoholic. Some people learn bad behavior, such as spousal abuse and child abuse. These are not normal things in a life. You should not experience these things at all, as a child or participate in them as an adult. You need to gain power over these storms. Power over the storms and your life; and your future. It can change if you want it to. Yes, it is hard work. There is help.

Know there are people who can help you, regardless of the issue. Reaching our is very hard. It is the first step out of the storm. One step up and two steps back happens often. Don’t give up. It’s worth it.

I hope you find some peace this weekend. Enjoy your days, however they come about. Sometimes, things go nothing but wrong no matter what you do. Other days are perfect, no matter what you do. Have one that’s in between the two. Thank you for reading, I’m grateful you did. I’ll be back tomorrow, and hope to see you then. Be Careful out there. Be safe. Be Kind.

Thursday Insights

Hi, guys. It’s nearly noon and I’m just getting started with today’s blog. I had a great session with Sam, my book coach today. I have more changes to make, and they’ll make my story better. We talked about how different writing a book is from writing a blog. And it is so different, it deserves a moment to discuss it.

This blog is written from my heart. It’s content are my musings on any given day. Some days, I have ventured into current events, but I try to steer clear of them. I talk of things of my heart, people I love, how the Babe and I spend our time, and how grateful I am for the life I’ve had so far. God’s been pretty good to me. It could have gone so many different ways.

Great Words for These Times

Actually, these words are great for any time, not just now. Be rare. Be someone people can trust. I think we all need someone we can trust totally. Those people are the ones who are hard to find. Of course, I trust the Babe. Be a trustworthy friend.

I may have mentioned before, the only bad thing about masks is you can’t smile at someone. That’s not good. Many times while going through Target, I’ll come across some little kids or moms and dads, and want to smile as I excuse myself and walk past. They don’t know I’m smiling as I do it. Isn’t half the communication lost then?

I need to put blinders on as I write about a scene. I notoriously try to cram backstory in while trying to fool myself into thinking it belongs there. Sam cannot be fooled, that’s her job. So, I’m writing some more and reminding myself along the way; “If it has nothing to do with the scene, leave it out.” Much easier to say than do. I have a book to read with good examples of how to give the backstory with few words, usually dialogue. It’s amazing how differently the author has accomplished that. Writing is a lot harder than most people think. I don’t hate my work, I like it. It just needs tweaking.

The Babe is working on updating some things about the house. New fireplace face, new flooring in the kitchen, entry, and two bathrooms. It’ll be nice, just hope it goes well. People are eager for work, after being quarantined off and on. We should be able to complete both projects before any additional distancing is required. I think having retired from a business that provided updating to existing homes and dreams coming true in new construction, he naturally thinks that way. I just have the benefit of his knowledge. Thanks, Babe!

Well, I have some rereading and rewriting to do. And probably a lot of rethinking. It’s all ok. Blocks of time will be spent now since we no longer have Gavin to keep us busy. Miss that little guy. Gosh, I hope the school kids adapt well. Tuesday will tell for him, Wednesday for Addison. And all the teachers, please be safe. Thank you for doing what you do for our children.

Thank you for reading today. Anything worth having is worth working hard for. My dad always said that. And I’m remembering his words, because I’m working hard to my novel. And I know it will be worth it in the end. Be safe, Be kind, Be thoughtful, and Be courteous. We need to be good to each other. See you again tomorrow.

My Story. So Worth It.

Rainy to Sunny Wednesday

We’ve had all sorts of weather already today. Rain, chilly breeze, and now it’s partly sunny day. Great week is on tap. We have a wedding on Friday, so the weather will cooperate for the beautiful bride and her groom. This couple was fortunate, their wedding and reception was not postponed or cancelled due to COVID-19. Her sister’s was, and they will have their reception next month. It all works out.

We’re kind of wondering what to do with ourselves. Gavin’s Mom took vacation from today until next Thursday, so we won’t get to have him today or next week. Hard to believe school is starting. He and his sister attend Papillion/LaVista schools, so they are taking the plunge, right back to a full schedule, onsite, masked, no lockers for older kids. I think they need it, psychologically. They need the safety of school, the friendships, the learning to get along with others in a large group, and the learning you can only have in a classroom. The impromptu discussions that happen randomly are important to learning, too. Sometimes you get more from those than from textbooks. My only hope is for all students and teachers, staff, aids, resource officers and the like to have a safe year.

Tomorrow is my conference with my book coach. I shared my list of books I’ve purchased randomly to learn about writing, publishing, Legalities of self-publishing, etc. The list is about 30 books. So much to learn! I also have a GREAT COURSES class on writing. I forgot I had it, I only watched the one I bought about drawing. Time to rotate the writing one out to the DVD player.

Way back in the old days, before we knew about COVID-19, I ordered some cute paint by number canvases. Didn’t realize they came from China. Never got them, I emailed them frequently to let them know I had not received what I paid for yet. Finally, this week, they arrived. I think they look like a lot of fun. These will be a winter project for sure. Here they are:

This is for my granddaughter Kayla’s room.
This one is for our home.

It’s the time of year again the butterfly bush is huge right outside my studio window. The Painted Lady butterflies are beautiful! It makes me feel calm, sometimes there are ten or more lighting on it. Such a sight. We have a bush that is nearly as large as the butterfly bush. It has large leaves, had a few little white flowers in the spring. The fall and winter isn’t supposed to have red berries. We’ll see what it does this year. It may end up transplanted to the back, near the Wetlands. The Hydrangeas are almost large enough to place in the front flower bed as well. We’ll see how the Babe feels about it. Fall is the best time to transplant all this stuff, I think.

Today is a take it as it comes day. I’m going to work on my quilt again. It should go well. Hopefully, photos tomorrow! Stay safe out there, wash up and mask up. The kids need us to all cooperate, so they can learn, feel safe, and get on with their education. Be Kind, Be Thoughtful, Be Courteous. Your day will go much better. See you tomorrow!

Oh Honey, You Have No Idea!

Tuesday Musings

Busy day today already! We have a few hours before Gavin needs to be picked up, so we’ll scurry around doing stuff in the house to accomplish something. I’m wanting to get to writing, blog first, and then go on with my book.

An online creative group I belong to is I Create Daily. It caught my eye about a year and a half ago, when I hadn’t even blogged yet, but was researching how to get started writing. Some of the best advice I found was, “Just write.” LeAura Alderson knows her stuff. I’ve joined in on her challenges for writing and art, and am following now for inspiration. She definitely incorporates life challenges within the confines of her coaching us to keep moving. We will, and she encourages us to take care of ourselves as we continue on our creative and caregiving journey’s. Here is today’s post, from the Facebook page. I’m referring to the segment about Hepaestus, the Greek God of Creativity.

I relate very strongly with Hepaestus. I’m disabled with chronic pain, yet I am not broken. I can still contribute. We all can, regardless of our infirmity, still create beauty for others and ourselves to enjoy. So can they. Hepaestus was injured by his own family; sometimes that happens to us humans, too. Perhaps the family knew what they were doing, I would hope not. I just don’t think I dislike anyone enough to wish them harm. Perhaps they knew no better. Once they know what they’re doing, it becomes intentional, and I don’t want to go there.

He rules over the forge, creating both beautiful jewelry and powerful weapons. We can direct our creativity one of two ways; for beauty and protection or for dazzling and destruction. It’s up to us how we use our talents and abilities. Sometimes, it’s necessary to do one or the other, depending on your situation in life. And where you want to go. Pick a good path. Mom, when referring to computer hackers or criminals in general, says, “If they’d use their intelligence for good, think how much better the world would be.” Yes, Mother.

I want my writing to bring happiness and encouragement to people; to little kids (when I write my children’s books), to families (when I write my book about losing Grandpa), and to anyone else who chances to read them. I’m aiming for many published works and musings. It’s great to have the encouragement of the book coach. Speaking of encouragement, I have a writer friend, Gabbie Weick, who just released this children’s book, “Corgis In the Wild.” It’s available now on Amazon. Gabbie did a great job! Help a girl out and order one now for your child, grandchild, niece or nephew. They’ll have fun reading it with you. It is possible to order through Gabbie, the cost is $13, and she can autograph it if you like. I’ll be ordering mine today, later.

I think Gavin and I may do some creating this afternoon. I viewed the first Mixed Media Class I signed up for, to create a cute little picture for the laundry room. Come to think of it, I may tack some twine on the walls in there and make it look like a clothesline. And hang the pictures on the line. Pictures later, but don’t hold your breath! I’m a little slow with things.

What I need to do for writing? I need to start with ideas for my Chapter Two. I have some, it’s fleshing them out that is the challenge. I’m looking forward to Thursday morning and talking with Sam, my book coach again. Baby steps, but I’m learning so much along the way. I am so glad I hired her. Check out her website. She may be able to help you, too.

Off to make a list of things to accomplish this afternoon. #1 will be Taco Tuesday Lunch. The Babe is starving, he says. Have a beautiful day. Be Kind. Thanks for reading. Check out Gabbies book and Sam’s services. Good stuff. See you tomorrow!

Courageous. Word of the Day