It’s WHAT Time?

So, it’s 5:22 a.m. on Tuesday, November 23, 2021. Yes, that’s a.m. I had a cortisone injection in my shoulder yesterday and it woke me up because it’s very stiff and sore. I’ve been awake for over an hour, trying to go back to sleep. But now, there is coffee, ice pack on my shoulder (cannot find my cool flexible packs. Drat!). What does one think about at this hour?

Well, for one, even with less sleep, I’m well rested. What was different yesterday? I didn’t do much but get in end of the year dentist appointment, a visit to the ortho hand, arm, and shoulder guy (a genius if you ask me!), and write about some memories of friends. OH! And I sent my kid book file to another illustrator. I hope to hear from her today or tomorrow. Wouldn’t it be grand if she could get to it? And then, I could get to it! Hope. There is always hope, isn’t there?

I started reading a beautiful story yesterday, “The Sewing Machine,” by Natalie Fergie. It’s about two families, three secrets, and millions of stitches. I’ve already read 87 pages. It is reminding me of how much I love sewing. It’s also told me I need to do something about it. I haven’t touched my machine(s) for over a year. They will require oiling, and come cleanup. I need to piece the rest of a quilt together, and then quilt a panel of a winter scene, in greyscale, with red cardinals on some of the branches. It’s going to take the place of the poppy quilt, which will be taken down and on sabbatical for a time.

I have to hear the rhythm of the machine again, feel the feed dogs grab the fabric, while I control the speed it feeds through. The rows will be sewn together, then I’ll put it on my board downstairs to see how the rows all look, one after another. I bought a little 11 x 14 ( I think) painting of a tree, with a pair of cardinals. The caption is “What I love most about my home is who I share it with.” A small bush at the bottom has “Dan & Kathy” written on it. It’s part of my truth, and that’s why I need to quilt the wall hanging quilt and get it up on the wall.

I’ve also thought a little about finally making our felt , sequined Christmas stockings, which would be decorative only, since we don’t do gifts. After making stockings for everyone and their dog (just about), it’s time we have some. The Babe’s has dogs all over it, and about six ornaments to match. Mine is a Father Christmas, dressed in winter-white regalia. It’s beautiful. Yes, it has to be done. Even a start. My hands have missed the activity.

My writing? I’ll still work at it, just not every day (save for the blog. I won’t stop that.) I think my creativeness will really kick in after the holidays. I’m going to enjoy the season, and start some new traditions. Even if they’re just for me!

And I’m genuinely happy for some folks who have completed NaNoWriMo already. I will not finish, unless I do nothing for the next seven days but write feverishly. I could, but would not get anything else done.

I have my completed chapters printed off and placed in a 3-ring binder. I will likely write many more by the end of the year, which will not be that far away. We have New Year’s Eve plans at the VFW Post 2503 with friends. It will be fun.

The other sewing I do is clothing. I haven’t sewn for me in years, but I plan to. I have had such success on Keto, I was able to purge a lot of things from the closet. I shared them with a friend, and she’s happy to have new clothes to go on a trip to Hawaii with. I’ll go for it. Sharing is what it’s about. I have a ton of fabric and patterns, so something should fit this less lumpy body. We will see how it all goes! Should be fun.

Thanks for reading today; I’m going to set a schedule for cooking on Thursday, to make sure the ginormous turkey will be done in time for our meal. Our newer gas stove has a temperature probe in it for roasting meats. It’s never wrong, I’m amazed. BTW: it’s only 8:15 a.m. I’ve already had a little cat nap. Going to be a great day, I look forward to the sunshine and warmer temperature today. Have a beautiful day, and we’ll see you tomorrow!

Simply Saturday

After a restful day Friday, I think I’ll survive! The time leading up to Veterans Day was extremely busy, now I can settle down and concentrate on doing the rest of the month with NaNoWriMo. I am behind on that, and I need to plot some more scenes and chapters to finish. After that, it’s getting back to business to see if I can finish the month with 50,000 words more written for my novel.

A big part of the work with writing is learned through reading. I would imagine I read far more than 50,000 words a month. I’m reading a book now that is hard read; it’s the story of a woman who was molested by her grandfather. Her mother did not believe her. They had a volatile relationship through life. Laura Davis wrote other books; her “The Courage to Heal,” is a bestseller and has helped heal many women who had the same experience. A horrible one to have had experienced. I cannot imagine.

My father was a very proper man, my grandfather’s were also. A little girl should not have to worry about incest. She should be safe from her brothers and uncles, as I was. It makes me sick to my stomach at the thought of not being safe. My heart hurts for all the people who have to worry about such a thing. I’m glad I don’t understand how this can seem normal to anyone.

Laura Davis also has taught survivors to find their voices, write their stories, and hone their craft as writers. The trauma needs to be recognized to be healed. Sometimes healing never happens. Sometimes it is a painful back and forth as a survivor drifts between healing and not. If a reconciliation can happen, it’s healing for everyone.

The first book was written in 1988, when people barely talked about childhood sexual abuse. I cannot remember when I first heard about pedophiles. It was probably in connection with the Catholic priests who abused kids in our Archdiocese of Omaha. There were priests who taught at my high school on those lists. Several were abruptly reassigned and a new teacher would teach religion class the rest of the year. No one ever said a word. In the 80s, it was assumed pedophiles were homosexuals. Wrong again! I defend homosexuals to this day if someone mentions that in a conversation. A pedophile is not necessarily a homosexual. Get it right!

After absorbing the struggles told about this daughter and mother, the denials her mother made, and the rage her mother had at her own daughter, I need something to keep me from having a funky outlook this weekend. I’m choosing gratitude. Gratitude I never experienced this horror, and prayers no one I know experiences it. Life is full of difficult topics, and we need to learn how to walk with survivors just as we would with a cancer survivor, or an aging, forgetful person. Let’s choose compassion. Let’s choose caring. Let’s choose calm. Let’s not desert the survivors so they walk alone. Be an unrelenting friend. We all need one. I believe the pedophiles will receive what they deserve with a quick and just punishment by God Himself.

As you enjoy this sunny Saturday, remember those who hurt. Those who are homeless. Those who ache to have someone reach out and be a listening ear. Be a good human. We all need to work on that. See you tomorrow!

November 8-Grateful

Another day to have something declared as what I’m grateful for. So many things to count! The encouragement from my friends to continue writing has been very nice. Your friends who support you are good ones to have as you get your sea legs about you. I’m grateful for all of you!

Yesterday was my son Nick’s birthday. Forty six years old, I can’t believe how the time has gone by. Nick was a smaller baby than Frankie was, but he got much taller and filled out in high school. The fact he has a 5 o’clock shadow at 5 a.m. after shaving is probably enough to say he looked much older than he is. Probably never got carded like his brother did. It’s over, and I’m glad to not have to deal with those days again. Nothing ages a single Mom more than having a child who looks much older than he is. I’m grateful those single Mom days are over. It was hard, but I’d still make the same decisions I did.

So many people we know have had some bad health issues; strokes, heart attacks, cancer, are all hard to recover from. We’ve seen cancer, broken bones, heart disease, a stroke, and a host of other issues. We are so fortunate we are still mobile, living independently, and having a great future ahead of us. The Babe is 71 and I’m 69. I told him the other morning, I hope we get another 20 years together. You never know; with God all things are possible!

I’m behind on NaNoWriMo. I loitered today instead of getting caught up. The Babe put it well. “Don’t make it a job.” Well, it doesn’t hurt to do it every day, to spread it out, but it felt good to sort of play hooky. I caught up on Yellowstone, (until the Babe got home and caught the end of the NASCAR Race), wrote some scenes out, and recharged. It was necessary.

Today, I need to catch up with posting all the info about Veterans Day at the VFW Post 2503. Resource lists must be compiled, then printed and copies made. Any posting about the events should be available for those who check the Events on Facebook to plan their week. Today will be busier than the usual Monday for sure.

Not sure what we’ll be doing Thanksgiving, but I think we’ll cook. Not sure if we’ll get a turkey, but I think it’s worth getting one, I’d even make it later if necessary. The traditional food is so full of carbs, what I may do is only make a very small dish of dressing, sweet potatoes, and veggies. I will make the normal amount of mashed potatoes, gravy, and dinner rolls. That should balance out all good, shouldn’t it?

Keto is hard during the holidays, but we started it last November, and lost a lot of weight before New Years. I will not gain it back this year. And I won’t next year. At this stage in life it is too hard to lose 45 pounds and I don’t want to have to do it again. I need to stay on top of it. Last year, we skipped all the goodies for the most part, and I have three pumpkin smoothies in the freezer. Will it be as good as pumpkin pie? Give me enough whipped cream and it will. Heavy Cream, Whipped, is allowed on KETO. They knew what they were doing with that one!

Hope your Monday is a good one. Take care, and let’s see each other again tomorrow.