Winsome Wednesday

I believe the state of confusion has taken over our country. We still have no results. Some folks stayed up late, and tried to follow the babblings of the “if this happens, that will happen” of the Election Night anchors. I miss Tim Russert with his white erasable board. That was awesome. He gave details, but no opinions on air. I liked that so much.

Today is a day to concentrate on writing. I have a scheduled ZOOM session tomorrow morning, and I’m eager to hear her feedback. Just need to keep plugging away, while achieving 50K words this year. Last year, I had a giveaway for NaNoWriMo. For every time you commented on my blog, I entered an entry in your name. My friend Judy Erb had the most entries. My friend Pat Riedmann won, donating her $50 to any kids’ program for writing. Trouble is, with COVID a local summer adventure for kids who want to write is facing delay until another time. I will find a worthy program and donate soon.

Are you interested in another giveaway? Let me know in the comments just below today’s blog. I’m guessing there may be interest, just want to learn how much. Thank you!

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Today’s pleasant weather is a gift from the heavens above. It’s chilly at the present moment, but I’m certain it will improve by noon. It’s a day we’ll think back on when we have snow and ice later. I’m kind of ready to hunker down and hibernate. Is that a bad thing? People may grouse (word of the day – GROUSE) about it. In the long run, it’s up to us how we weather any season.

A season can be an election, a hot summer, an icy winter. Our attitudes are something we can do by acting, not reacting. When you’re grumpy and negative, you invite those thoughts into your mind and they fester. They multiply faster than aggressive cancer. The disease spreads from the brain to the heart, making it hard and cold. Our creation was about being grateful, with a friendly attitude, and being happy. Look at a child. They laugh over three hundred times a day. How much do we?

One of the many things Dad taught us was to accept what’s going on. You can’t change some things. That is how life works. “You might as well make the best of it.” He would often say, “It’s not the worst that can happen.” Ah, there’s that gratitude thing again. Your mental health will thank you. Your body will thank you. I know so many people who get extreme anxiety when they can’t control everything.

I think Mom’s gets worse the older she becomes. Some reasons are her near deafness, blindness, and instability on her feet. While those things are hard to deal with, it would help if she could relax herself. She wouldn’t become so irritated with store clerks. When I take her, I get the clerk’s attention and tell them, “Mom has very low vision and hearing. Please speak slowly and a little louder.” It goes better after that. It would help a great deal if she would admit she really could get around better with a walker.

She refuses. “I’m not that bad yet.”

I beg your pardon, Mom. You are. It would reduce your anxiety. It would help you be less uncertain, less wobbly on your feet. Ultimately, it is her decision. It would take so little to admit you need a device. Being human, it’s a matter of pride. We all suffer from it. Some more than others.

It’s strange, in seeing Mom aging, she reminds me of her Grandma Bobell. Her father’s mother. She was a very tall lady (from my little kid vantage point) and she was always nice to us. She lived in an apartment as long as I can remember. I’m not sure how old she was when she died. She outlived her only child, which was a shame. I can’t imagine how she felt. Mom has some of her mannerisms, too. The way she wrings her hands when she’s talking, the way she gets up from a chair, the way she shows her indignation at a comment. She straightens her back up and almost makes a “sniffing” noise, and gets indignant. Watch out. I warned you!

Whatever you do today, be kind to everyone you encounter. We’ve all been through an experience this whole year. We’re uncertain who our next leader really will be. We may experience diminishing senses. We may be afraid. We may be too proud to admit it. A little kindness goes a very long way in helping your fellow citizens adjust to the next thing than happens. Be Safe, and we’ll see each other again tomorrow. Get outside for some fresh air. It’ll do everyone good.

#365! And Dog Ears

Despite cloudy skies on this beautiful Tuesday, I’m celebrating! Today, you are reading my 365th blog post. Enough to make a year! In the beginning, I was very sporadic, but then when our Roxie died last summer, I sat down and wrote about losing her. I’ve not missed a whole lot of days since probably Thanksgiving, and today is #365. I’m proud to have developed the habit of at least writing this every day. Writing needs to be a habit. This is. Even if I post very late in the day and it’s very brief, I haven’t missed the day.

I am grateful for all of you who read my posts, whether casually or with your morning coffee every day like my cousin Paula. It makes an author feel good when people look forward to reading. I’ll keep it up if you all do! Thank you so much!

By the title, you may think I’m writing about dog ears in the sense of turning pages down to find your place. Since I just addressed the other meaning for dog ears, I will. I grew up in a family of readers. We always used a book marker. Either a shard of paper, a real book mark, or something. Never turn down the page of a book, whether you own it or borrow it from the library. And never a textbook. Other people had to use those things. I still don’t to this day. If I highlight, underline, write notes in the margins, it took forever to do that, too. Studying became easier in college while working full time and going to school full time at night, with three kids.

The real point about dog ears, is Lexie’s been acting a little weird the last few days. About a week ago, I noticed her ears may need cleaning out. It’s a rare event. Of course, I forgot about it. Now, it appears she’s hurting. That explains her odd behavior. I feel so bad! All of you, right now, if you have pets that can get ear problems, check them out. Better be safe than sorry. I have some handy dandy ear cleaner for her, and cotton balls to wipe out the mess, so if I can get her to hold still, we’ll be good to go. Poor Lexie.

Our best friends have many types of ears, and the ones labs have, unfortunately, are the kind infections can breed in. They’re often warm inside, both from body temp and the folded over ear, and sometimes dirt lodges in there. Goldie stays away from Lexie, but Roxie used to lick her ears like crazy – never an infection. I guess it’s partly luck with them, too. Good luck or bad luck, I don’t want it to get too far away from us. If it’s not better in a day or two, I’ll call the vet.

Back to quilting today. And I’ll do some reading of “As Waters Gone By.” Sam, my book coach, tells me it is a great example of backstory being woven into the fabric of a story – you don’t notice it, but it’s out there when it’s important to see/know it. I need to learn that. You can add it through dialogue, which probably is the easiest way. Conversation is a lot easier to read than a 90 page information dump. We writers sometimes take a long, long way around things to say something simple. And we don’t need to. In fact, we shouldn’t. Thanks, Sam. See? You’re in my head and on my mind. I’m learning and I’m excited about that!

It’s kind of funny, the free photo library that comes with WordPress doesn’t have one photograph of a dog eared book. Not a one. Dog ears come up just as I’ve shown above. Worthy dog ears, but not exactly the kind they should be. Just so glad you stopped by today. I’m cutting it short today again, to get to the quilt. It’ll get done this month or bust! I want to post photos of how beautiful the colors look against a grey wall. The background makes a lot of difference. Just wait until you see what I’m quilting next – it will go above our bed. I’ve shown it briefly before.

This one will be spectacular. Can’t wait!

So, I couldn’t wait to show you. I have never done a feather stitch, think I’ll try it out. I have a pattern for the feather stitch and can pounce it on. An eraser-like item is filled with chalk dust (they actually sell it at quilt stores), and you “pounce” it over the surface of a stencil. It should be a good way to try it. We’ll see how it goes. Another COVID project. Wash up. Wear a mask. Be kind, thoughtful, courteous, and let’s all stay healthy. See you tomorrow!