Simple Saturday

Many things are swirling around in my head this morning. Lots has occurred in the last 24 hours. First thing I’m thinking of my cousin Mike and how grateful they must be to have pulled off two wedding receptions in August and early September now that COVID is peaking again in Nebraska. Rules for bars are again, mask to enter building and leave, and mask to walk around in building.No more standing room only events. Events must drop to below 50% capacity. I would not be surprised if the bars and schools be closed again before Thanksgiving to slow the spread again. Our hospitals are nearing a much higher capacity than they want. I just pray to God we can get the election done, in the books, and move on to whatever is next.

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Second, I’m thinking about Estes Park. It is one of our favorite places to make a destination. We love the nature, beauty, scenery, and people. Always something interesting going on. Flood visited there a few years ago, and now a two month old wildfire is calling for evacuations. Prayers for those folks, their families, property, and the wildlife. It all suffers during events like this.

Third, we had a great Post and Auxiliary meeting last week. Ron Hernandez, the founder of Moving Veterans Forward in the Omaha/Papillion area spoke to us about the Victory Apartments, and the other opportunities that are available for the Post to help him get off the ground that will serve Veterans locally. I see a lot of opportunity here for us and I’m excited about it.

I have some things to update for our Post website, and need some lessons from our Web Host, Image Masters. Luckily, the host with the most is my brother in law, Brad Shuck, and he’s always willing to teach me more about how the website works and can work. Great guy. Great photographer, too. He’s in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Check out his work.

Today is the day to make good on my intentions to bring in any plant that will perish with a frost. We’re due anytime, and I have some succulents that will be great inside the house. I don’t want to lose them. That’s for a little later on, and I might let them sit after spraying them for bugs to see what comes out, if anything. Then the transplanting can happen.

Even if we’re quarantined again it won’t be so bad. I’m already looking at grocery delivery, that’s the one thing I’m no longer crazy about doing. It’s kind of a hassle, and hard for me to carry a lot in from the car, after picking it up to put it in the cart, unloading cart, reloading cart with bags, putting bags in the car, that’s a lot of lifting and moving the same stuff to get home. I need to consult with our daughter Tracy to see how we can get started. She’s on to all the shopping stuff. Bless her!

Gavin Has Been Such a Blessing For Our Pups. And Organic Bones.

I’m organizing all my social media marketing information today, too. Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook are both used by the Post and by me as an Author. I’m starting up on both of them, so I figure planning them side by side should work. They are both meant to give exposure to the target audience. The Facebook is pretty well established for the Post, and my author page could use some boosting. I still have some online training to review and add to the plans, so that will be some good stuff to sit by the fire and do while the Babe watches football. This is what life is meant for. Being together and getting things accomplished. I’m grateful.

The second chapter seems to be pretty good so far. It’s about 1900 words, which is pretty fair. I don’t want to get hung up on word count, so I’m planning a little ahead. I don’t want to go much further than Chapter 3 before next Sunday night when I send Sam Tyler, my Book Coach, the updated versions for her feedback. I’ve mentioned before, if I’m way off track, I’d rather have just a chapter or two to rewrite than the whole book. Makes sense.

The Babe made some stellar Beef Vegetable Soup late yesterday. It’s reheating now in a great big soup pan. Tis the season for good stuff like that. It’ll be ready after a bit, and will be a welcome break from the morning. Of course, now that it’s afternoon, it’s time to get those plants inside. Life can be mundane, yet accomplishing those tasks gets things done, and you can move on to other tasks and relax. Ahhh. Saturdays. Even retired Saturdays are good.

Thank you for reading, it’s something else I’m eternally grateful for. We’ll meet you again tomorrow, with more tales of marketing myself, the Post, and being an author. Be Safe. Be Courteous. Be Patient. I’ll try to be, too.

Sunday Morning Truths

Good morning, friends, followers, and family! Glad you are here this morning. After receiving a phone call from our church last week, we decided to attend in person. There were maybe thirty people, counting the new minister, and everyone masked up. I don’t know how the two ladies who sang could do so with masks on, but they did.

It was good to be in a House of God again, after attending via Facebook Live as we’d been doing since March. The pastor we knew retired in July, and now we have a younger guy, who probably will relate well to young people. I could see him having a large following among young parents, as he is one himself. He is from Arizona, so I’ll be he’ll be fun to talk with about the Nebraska winters. That is if we have one this year.

His message was pretty succinct. Our truths come from our own experiences with them. That includes religious, spiritual, political, moral, and any others you can name. Where did we learn them? Our parents, politicians, tradition, laws, preachers, peers, and whoever we have had help shape us. So what makes yours right and mine wrong? Unless you’re a criminal who regularly violates the law, yours isn’t wrong for you.

Your opinion reflects what you have absorbed, studied, and lived. You may have been exposed to different realities than I have. I have been exposed to different realities than you have. We are both free to express ourselves. Where I draw the line is, I do not want to argue points with you about those things. I agree to be different than you are, I will not call you names if your opinions are different than mine.

Yes, the survivor of me is the woman I value the most. Without her, none of the rest of this would have happened!

Aside from my 50th Class Reunion this year, I have passed another of what would have been 50 year anniversary of an event. If I were still married to the father of my children, it would have been our 50th wedding anniversary yesterday. We were married 11 1/2 years. I learned so much and changed so much during those years to begin a major shift in my belief system, one that was really mine to own, that I hardly recognize the woman I used to be. That woman had a totally different set of beliefs and values than I have grown to have.

At that time, I did not buy into gender equality. I believed all I ever wanted to do was be a wife and Mom. I was late to the equality party, but I finished raising my two sons and daughter to know they were all capable, deserving people. They saw a good work ethic. They knew they had to earn their own way. They saw how different their Dad and I are, and I thought understood why I could no longer be his wife.

It was life altering when I met the Babe. At first I thought he was serious about telling me women belong in the kitchen. I knew it wouldn’t work out. Little did I know, he was joking. We had many discussions about equality, and only after I married, did I realize I didn’t have to give up a darned thing as far as my independence went. Seriously, I didn’t. And what I gained! A supporter, cheering me on to whatever I wanted to try.

Goldie Loves Him to Bits, Too!

To learn your real, true truths, you must have an open mind. You must be willing to learn. You must be all about finding out why you are unhappy, what is bothering you. It takes a lot of courage to change your entire belief system from the familiar to what is right for you. It is so worth the journey, though. I found true happiness for my life by questioning what I was taught, by tradition, by parents, by peers, by society, and I’m happy I listened when God whispered in my ear about things. That’s where it all started. I was shown a way that was different, yet comfortable for me.

Perhaps, another root beer, please!

And now, it’s a little later on Sunday afternoon, and I’m still thinking about my truths and how they came to be. The road has been long and interesting. The discomfort I felt is gone. I belong where I am, right now. The story I’m telling in The Freeing of Katie Fitzgibbons is based on some people I have known, but all their assets and liabilities are in one small family, not among a town. I hope to be more than halfway through the story by around Thanksgiving. I have a lot of it plotted out and down, now it’s just filling in the details.

As we look forward to the first Sunday in Fall, think about your truths. Which ones will you tell? Which ones do you want to be yours? Learn, learn, learn. Question. Get information. It’s the only way you will know. Have fun exploring. I did.

A Beautiful Thought!

Thank you for reading. I appreciate it, and hope to see you again tomorrow. Be Safe. Be Courteous. Be Kind. And Be Truthful! Bless You.