I have a friend that if I call her or she calls me, really doesn't matter, within five minutes of the conversation, we end up talking about her. She might ask me a question, yet I am never able to give a complete answer to her question as she will jump on my sentence and bring the conversation back to her. I told my daughter, Jennifer, about this and that sometimes I just wanted to sing Toby Keith's song, you know the one that has words similar to "We always talk about you! you! you!, but sometimes I want to talk about me! me! me!". That one. I just haven't been brave enough to interrupt her and sing it.So when my birthday came around Jennifer sent me the most perfect birthday card. I've posted the picture below:
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Friday, October 16, 2020
Thursday, October 15, 2020
In seven days I'll be turning seventy-two. This has been a monumental year and not all events were positive either, who knew or even imagined how 2020 would play out? It has been a thinking year, my brain has grown at least two inches. I say this because someone told me that when my thinking causes a headache it means my brain is growing.In 2008 when I turned sixty, the first shock I dealt with was to accept that I don't have as many years ahead that I had in the past. In one day, being 59 and waking up the next day 60, I went from not even thinking about my foreseeable future to maybe fifteen or twenty years left. Retiring hasn't been what I expected. Before making my decision, I talked with retired people, my mom especially, and their suggestion was don't retire. It gets boring pretty quick. Yet, one morning in March 2016, I woke up and realized I was tired. I'm still nervous about the money, but God said "do not be anxious for He will take care of us", so I'm claiming that scripture.
I enjoyed my work, I was the Secretary/Treasurer as well as the Accounting and Office Manager for the company, a plumbing supply house. Of course, it helped to know my boss's daughter was hired to learn my job. She expressed to me once that her working at the office during the summers with me is why she went to college and earned an Accounting degree. She will be a good accountant as she likes detail work as much as I do. She'll be good at the job.
Once I retired, my daughter wanted me to sell my house and come live with her. I would have liked that, except she lived in Oklahoma a long way from Alabama. My mother was still alive at the time and I felt that I needed to stay and help my brother take care of her. It was a good thing too as she had a mini stroke in 2016 and needed someone around 24/7. She moved in with me; at the time I didn't understand her delaying giving up her apartment. She died on September 10, 2017, at which point I decided to move to Oklahoma. It was traumatic giving up my home of fifteen years and going through everything I'd accumulated through my adult life, deciding what to sell, give away or just throw away. It was at that point, I understood why Mom delayed doing the same thing when she moved in with me. She married at sixteen and had accumulated sixty eight years of material goods as well as giving up her independence. In hindsight, the passing time seems like the blink of an eye, yet living it seemed like I would live forever.
As I look outside the sun is brightly shining here today, I have Baybay my cat laying on my arm while I type. I'll be talking with my daughter soon; and I have wonderful memories, so all in all it's a great day.
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Monday, October 12, 2020
On one of the blogs I follow, Ramana's Musings, I found this quote posted:
“One who makes himself a worm cannot complain afterwards if people step on him.”
By Immanuel Kant
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Have you ever thought your life is on track when suddenly a light bulb comes on and you realize you're in a comfortable "Rut".
I noticed that something is missing in my life, each day is the same, no challenges. I realize I'm living in a "rut". By not accomplishing anything, I'm restless with an undercurrent of stress. I need to climb out of my rut.
For years I've written stories and even have drafts for two different books, one draft has 22,000 words and the other has 12,000 words; plus numerous short stores. Yet I've only tried once to publish a short story. I decided the way to climb out of the rut is to try to have something published.
I have been following a blog by Rachelle Gardner since the first part of the year. She is a literary agent with a very helpful blog Rachelle Gardners well as offering services, particularly an Author's school. At the time, there was a waiting list, so I signed up. At the first part of September I received notice that a space was available. I thought about it and decided that if I didn't publish now, I never would, so I'm now a member of the Author School. And it is so worth it! The main focus in the first two sessions is sitting down and writing. There are links to help us overcome the obstacle of procrastination! Learning our temperament so that we can learn to work around what causes us to put off writing. Such as being a type of person who will do anything for others but not schedule time for myself to write; or if I schedule the time, sit there and organize my desk, my notebooks, anything to not write. Starting on October 1, I decided that I would try to write 500 words four days a week. I haven't been successful every day, but it has encouraged me to start blogging again as a way to write 500 words a day.