Another New Start Today!

Nothing revs me up more than considering that each and every month begins with a brand new, shiny group of days that we get a do-over. Today is no exception. What will we do this month? We hope a lot. Both personally and as volunteers. Of course, the first thing will be with getting back to my novel. That should begin this week, with just reading what I’ve written so far. It will require reading all my notes, especially the ones from my sessions with Book Coach, Sam Tyler. I’m hearing her voice when I’m working now, little reminders of memory to remind me of what I should remember while writing.

Next, we’ll get better organized with blogging, publishing by taking advantage of pre-scheduling the publishing. It’s worked well as a trial, and some days are more conducive to writing blogs, others lead me to wanting to quilt. I’ve had a project sitting on the sewing machine for nearly a year now. It’s time to put the blocks together by rows and sashings, followed by adding boarders. It’s a beautiful quilt, all with batik fabrics. They have fascinated me since I learned in high school art class how the combination of dye and wax create the beautiful fabric.

I felt all smart when I was re-introduced to the word batik, and how the fabrics were so unique. They’re also expensive. I’ve been a miser with the few batik fabrics I’ve purchased, and whenever I use them, I know the resulting project has more love in it. Creating anything is very fulfilling, and calming. There are certainly a lot of ways to do it. Find one you may like. If you don’t, try something else. Small risks and changes to find something you may love to do.

It’s with gratitude we look at doing more outreach for the VFW Post we belong to. There are always countless opportunities to offer help for groups in the area. Right now, we want to concentrate on NE COPS, Moving Veterans Forward, and Guitars for Vets. We may add another one or two, but want to do each one well, not spreading ourselves too thin. Common sense should always prevail.

Friday of this week is my 50 + 1 High School Reunion. I expect it will be a time for renewing old friendships. The people who remain in your lives for that long are indeed special. I expect there will be touching base with people we knew, but didn’t hang out together. Maybe new friends will be cultivated from former acquaintences. I am looking forward to it. It’s another “New Beginning.”

It’s early Sunday morning, it’s going to be a perfect day for our Car Show, benefitting Guitars for Vets and Moving Veterans Forward’s scheduled 50 Mile March later this month. It is a march from Lincoln to Omaha, highlighting Veterans homelessness and those who suffer from PTSD. Very worthy organizations. Praying for a great outcome today. Time to get ready, and get out there! Be a blessing today. Let’s plan on seeing each other tomorrow, ok?

Monday; Just the Start!

It’s a bright, shiny new week, and we’re going to have fun. Cartney is working on her drawings in between the life of a very busy high school graduate, who is a very involved person. She’s involved with all aspects of life. Shouldn’t we all be that engaged? I think so.

At my age I don’t have the energy I used to. At the same time, the ideas are flowing faster and fuller than ever before in life. I suppose that’s how it is being a creative sort of person. My problem at the moment isn’t ideas, it’s time and energy. Once you get the mind straight, it’s hard to get everything else in line. Some days.

Meetings today about our fundraiser for NE Cops (Concerns of Police Survivors). The Babe and I attended a concert a month ago and learned about the cause. It’s phenomenal what they are doing. This event will help raise funds to send three Nebraska families to Washington, DC for the Police Memorial Week in October. It’s a good and right thing to do for the community around us. And my heart goes out to the families.

In the world around us, last week a fine young man and the love of his life were married. What a happy thing to see on Facebook! And the more we are positive, reading affirmations, living them, and defeating fear and negativity, the better the world becomes. This doesn’t mean we’re living perfect lives. Quite to the contrary. Things are not perfect. Those are not what we concentrate on. We have to let things build us up, not tear us down. I know it’s hard. There are two major things in my life that are very far from perfect; they cause me great sadness. I have decided either I accept them or I let them ruin my whole life. Yes, it creeps in at times. I allow myself to feel sad about it. And then I move on. I have to. Or life and I would be miserable. The Devil cannot win.

I use the energy to do good for other people. It feels good. Organizations are grateful. I don’t do it for me; I do it because it’s good for other people, I’m occupied with something positive, and good happens because of it. I am so tempted to buy the shirt that reads:

Underestimate Me

That Will Be Fun

It doesn’t necessarily mean something negative. It’s just when it gets down to the wire, I’ve pulled myself out of some incredible situations. All with God’s help. It’s not that the ego is leading, it’s simply I know I can go up against obstacles. And come out well. I don’t look at it as winning or losing. I see it as achieving vs. fearing. I know things become clearer the further I go into the unknown. It took a lifetime to learn that. It has taken the last twenty years to say it out loud and realize it’s how God has worked in me for me. And I’m grateful. I need to use it for good. I try to.

Good things continue when you get into the habit of looking for them. Make it a daily habit and you’ll be surprised at how well your days are. A baby in the store, a puppy on a leash, nature, the neighbor kid, they can all be a source of joy. Let’s keep looking at the good. See you again tomorrow. Be Safe out there, and hold the door open for someone. It’ll be a nice thing.

You’re Always My Home. Never Obsolete.

Wow! I discovered some ancient electronic devices yesterday, in the Babe’s office closet. A Garmin. A camera with film still in it. A full camera setup you could print photos from when it’s docked. There are three or four boxes of “ink” cartridges for it. We got it when the grandbabies started to come. It was perfect. Fourteen years ago!

And then the very first digital camera we purchased. It was in 2001. We attended Stephens Ministry Training in Orlando and saw Dale Earnhardt Sr. and Jr. driving in the 24 Hours of Daytona. They drove Porsche’s. I remember this, because the Babe accidentally erased all the photos we took that day. The Museum. The part of the race we saw. It was upsetting at first, but we remember that day. And we shared it. No big deal, in the grand scheme of things.

So here we are, gathering things to de-clutter a closet. I do remember the fun we had learning to use those advances in technology. Until the next one came along. When the kids started getting married, we bought a movie camera! Wow. That was a hard one to part with. We just never used it. And now, all those things that were once another item are now included on your cell phone. I will probably keep the last slimline camera we bought. It would produce adequate photos without having to scale them down for use on WordPress.

And just like that digital camera, we can have do-overs every day of our lives. God gives another chance to do good things. I love signs all over the house. We have some from Redline Steel. It’s a company we have followed on Facebook. They have specials all the time, offering a free item for a delivery fee. The sign, “Thankful Grateful and truly Blessed,” was one the Babe picked out. We talk often of how good God’s been to us. We try to live that gratitude every day.

Somehow, I picked out two of this sign:

Two of these? No Problem! I’ll use them both.

For us, the word home is almost sacred. Like Church. No matter where we live, as long as each other are there, we’re home. I’ve been able to leave every home I’ve lived in without tears. Moving on is a natural part of life. I’m sure new good times will happen in a new-to-us home. Billy Joell sang a song titled “You’re My Home.” I love it. The Babe’s my home, and I am his. We truly are Blessed. This home is our favorite. Ranch style, three bedrooms, large kitchen, living room with gas fireplace. Laundry on the same level. We’ve made upgrades to the counter tops, master bath, added new paint, and a beautiful fence. It’s us.

Loving someone for nearly 25 years is an accomplishment these days. It’s not impossible. Meeting in our 40’s was a good thing. We both knew what we didn’t want. We learned quickly to trust each other. It wasn’t easy after a lifetime of disappointments for each of us. We were mature enough to know what was really worth arguing about. We are home with each other. Nothing goes obsolete with us. We value between us. We respect each other, and our relationship. Every day is new. I love our time together.

I’m going to spend the rest of the day (until my back cries for mercy) going through the “stuff” in the Babe’s office. And today is the last Carol Gino session about being more aware of what’s around you. It should be interesting. Be Safe out there, my friends. Be Grateful. Be Kind. Be Courteous. Be Thoughtful. Masks and Vaccinations. We’ll rebound better than before. Together. See you tomorrow!

What Makes a Monday?

Depending on which type of printed (or electronic) calendar you use, Sunday is probably the “first” day of the week. Monday follows, and that was traditionally the start of the work week. And all retail stores were closed on Sunday. It really was a special day. Now it’s hard to tell one day from another. That’s not the COVID-19 Blues or old age forgetfulness talking, every day is pretty much the same. Our society makes a big deal about Wednesday being “Hump Day”; a/k/a the middle of the week, but how do we tell?

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When we were kids, my dad worked nights. His weekend was Sunday night and Monday night. That was the least they could do, since back in the day when newspapers were king, the Saturday night print of each early Sunday edition was time consuming, and the papers were big ones. Not like the ones printed today. He would often work close to twelve hours, depending on late front pages, equipment breakdown, etc. It was always something. Sundays we always went with Mom to visit both Grandmas and maybe some aunts and uncles. It just depended on how long Dad needed to sleep. Good times, really.

When I first started working after I was divorced, I didn’t like Fridays, I loved Mondays. That is weird. I hated the house without the kids, the few weekends their father took them. It took a long time for me to settle myself to stay there without them. Just me and their dog, Shadow. It was lonely. I remember what it’s like to be gut-wrenching, bone-chilling lonely those Saturday nights and Sunday mornings. Yes, it was that bad. It was like that too for awhile after they were all gone from home, two moving out of state. I miss them and those hard days.

One thing I’ve always remembered during those times, is I have my worst decisions while I was lonely. I’ve stayed too long, not thought about my long term needs, and haven’t bothered to say hello. It was always such a lesson to wait on those kinds of decisions. I learned, finally, thank God! I share that because some of you may learn from it, too. Don’t decide too quickly. Do it when you’re feeling loved, not lonely.

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So what makes a Monday? I believe it has to do with dread, belief in the negative, and maybe from not loving what you do enough. Now I see it as a start. A shiny new week, all ready for me to create and learn. And my book coach and I have a conference on Thursday. I’ve shared my completed homework with her, and am eager for Thursday. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to spending time with Gavin again today, and getting some quilting time in. Whoever said retirement is boring didn’t have hobbies and grandkids.

I think Monday should be looked forward to, and spent wisely. As you age you realize you are running out of time. Right now, I’m hoping to live until at least 90, to make a dent in my fabric stash for quilting. I’m still working on the Poppy Quilt, shame on me! No, other things got in the way, and I chose them instead. Now, I’m choosing a relaxing hobby to get a sense of accomplishment after completing it. All on a Monday. Gosh, Tuesday will be great, too! I’m grateful to have these bonus days of life.

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it. We are having more followers every day. For that, I’m very grateful. We are steady, and slowly gaining. Nothing flashy or grandiose. Just the great granddaughter of an Irish immigrant who scrubbed floors at the County Courthouse and learned about politics from overhearing discussions of attorneys, city and county officials. My other great grandmother was a seamstress who sewed all the uniforms for Clarkson College of Nursing back in the day. She had a family to support after her husband was gone. I never knew if that meant he left or died. No one ever talked about it. Mom tells me I got my seamstress abilities from her. How cool!

I’ll see you all tomorrow. Progress on the quilt is quite possible. Photos then. See you here then. Keep Kindness in mind. Keep Courtesy in mind. Keep Thoughtfulness in the forefront. Wash up, Mask up. Let’s do this thing.