Is the Grass Really Greener?

If you really want to sabotage any progress you make in life, just sit and look at the life, possessions, relationships, jobs, and friends of anyone else. Maybe your neighbor. His wife has perfect hair, body, job, and his children are perfect. Or are they?

If we are discontent with where we are in life, we tend to value it less. Especially if we are working towards changing where we are now. On a bad day from our perspective, we think we’ll never make it, that Mike the neighbor has it better, we become jealous, envious, and may give up on ourselves. We’ve lost 10 of 50 pounds, started a community college class for improving our career, and are repairing our home.

When we are upset, we tend to not give ourselves enough credit. For anything. We may have a lot to do, but just the fact we’ve started makes all the difference in the world. We cannot do it all at once. I struggle with this at times. The older I become, the less I accomplish in the time frame I expect. I don’t quit, I just gently remind myself it takes me longer. Sometimes, I need to look at all I’ve accomplished since my life began again at 30 when I got divorced.

That’s when my adulthood really started. I was a grownup, paying bills, raising kids, owning a home, etc. Then I learned about me, about what I wanted, who I was, and how to get there. God was very good to me, and led me to opportunities. He blesses me still, and taught me how to pay attention to His prompts and messages. It has helped my journey immensely.

By wishing and hoping for someone else’s life or success is a great way to destroy our dreams, any work we’ve put in so far, and lose out on progress for our lives and dreams. We have to accept who and where we are on our road to our future. Those others are not as comfortable or successful as you may think. Everyone has troubles. Everyone has things to deal with. Everyone can improve. You’re already ahead by working on a new way of life. Look at you go!

Tomorrow, when a brand new week starts, focus on what you have instead of what you haven’t. When you get where you’re going, you won’t want their stuff. You’ll know your grass is greener. It already is!

Free Monday!

Yes, it’s my first free Monday after helping host/cook for an event yesterday. I spent time with my quilt blocks again today, and then the Babe and I picked up Addison from school, then we took Gavin with us to eat a bite. Tracy joined us on her way home, so it was a nice little family visit. Nice having no schedule, you know?

The quilt blocks are coming along nicely, thank you for asking! It won’t be too long until I can sew the rows together, then do the last step for the top – set the blocks. I predict I’ll be there before the end of the week. It’d be great to start quilting it Saturday.

I had to take a break from “Wired for Story.” It’s pretty dry even though I’m learning something. I decided I needed a story/short book to make me laugh. “Nobody Will Tell You This But Me,” by Bess Kalb. Bess is a writer on the Jimmy Kimmel Live! It’s a memoir, based on her grandmother’s life lessons, left via voice mail (many of them), and it’s hilarious. It’s also heartwarming, thought-provoking, and touching. You hear stories of women raised by women who encourage them to become doctors (way before the women’s movement), and women who were taught to be independent thinkers. The fact that they’re all Jewish may have something to do it, or it may not. It’s a different way to tell a story, which is pleasant and funny at the same time.

I love the relationship portrayed between Grandmother and Granddaughter. The Grandmother told her granddaughter many words of wisdom, some outdated and funny. The more outdated, the funnier. I hope Addison and I can someday have these kinds of conversations. I’m sure I’ll sound as outdated with my wisdom as Ms. Kalb’s Grandmother. Addison will know I mean it in the same loving manner Ms. Kalb’s Grandmother did.

You see, this book is keeping me reading. 85 pages in two days. I’m interested in the telling of the story, and what the story will show. What happens next? I want to continue reading to see. Maybe even finish it tomorrow. It could easily happen. The Babe will do yard work tomorrow. I have lots of weeds to pull, too. Lots of them.

What do you plan for this week? I’d like to make it to 1,000 followers. We’re only about 24 away. Help a girl out? That’d be a great way to end the week and the month of September. Have a good evening, and we’ll see each other tomorrow. Be safe.

1,000 Blog Posts!

Pop the Champagne, divvy up the cupcakes, it’s time to celebrate! We’ve reached 1,000 blog posts with this one today. From humble beginnings, in April, 2019 when I launched my website and first blog, I didn’t post much at all. Three years ago today, I came home after a doctor’s appointment, and found our beloved Roxie, ran through a gate someone left open during the night. She and Lexie ran up to the busy highway, and Roxie was killed by a car.

When I found out, I immediately wrote about our “Little White Puppy.” Although she had a big bottom, she thought she was still the little 3 1/2 pound puppy we brought home with 4 pound Lexie. Here’s that story.

Yesterday, I spoke of finishing the 20 books I started and was distracted from. I picked up “Paws and Effect,” by Sharon Sakson. I firmly believe in the healing power of dogs, which is what the book is about.

What I forgot about was the beginning – a bunch of dry statistics. While they are important for her premise, I find them mind-numbing. I am determined to at least thumb through those parts. I was blessed this morning, when I came to Chapter Three. “The Patron Saint of Dogs.” Bonus!

Growing up Catholic, you learn a lot about the saints; but this isn’t something I remember. St. Roch is from France. So far today, I’ve learned rue is a French word for street. And, close to the center of Paris, with high-class shopping all around, lies a rue named Saint-Roch. The street is only 1200 feet long. The largest Late Baroque church in the city sits quietly, and many walk right by it.

The location is so cramped in with other buildings, there is no room to step back and admire the structure. Too bad it’s not on a different street, maybe it would be noticed. By comparison, it is only a few feet smaller than the fabulous Notre Dame. Can you imagine? That amazes me!

Everyone recognizes St. Francis, a monk who has animals around him. The statue of St. Roch is plain; it’s definitely a holy man, or a monk in robes, with a staff. A dog is pressed against his side, looking up in adoration; the statue’s hand is placed on the dog’s head. This is St. Roch. I’m mesmerized. The way I love dogs, I’m surprised I’ve not learned of this saint before.

In searching Google, I discovered he’s also the patron of travelers, the patron against epidemics (where was this revelation during COVID?), and for protection against pestilence, plague, and illness. He is also called St. Roche, St. Roque, and St. Rock. It makes sense now; I went to grade school with a kid whose name was Rock. Mystery solved! He really was named after a saint! It only took 65 years to solve it. There’s hope for all mysteries, you know?

Lots of computer work to do today. Didn’t want to skip this important #1000 blog. We’ve got a streak going again, over 29 consecutive days. We have 918 followers who are notified when new blog is posted. Please consider following me. I’d love to get 82 more followers and have that number become 1000, also. Please help a girl out!

Later this month, we’ll be rolling out a couple new pages; one about my publishing company, Jewell Publishing LLC, and one about the persona of Grandma Kathy, who is the author of “Roxie! WHAT Are You Doing?” She’ll have some words of wisdom for sure, and she’ll talk about the writing process from losing a pet to writing about it. Connections are everywhere. Stories are everywhere. Start looking around and see the wonders of this world.

I need to get to the volunteer computer work I need to do. It’s beastly hot outside, and we won’t be out much, I can guarantee it. Perfect day to do inside stuff. We’re getting there, computer work and straightening up. Always. Have a beautiful day, and we’ll see each other tomorrow! Get your friends to please follow us! Thank you!

July 3, 2022. Sunday.

Last night was pretty loud with fireworks. I imagine they will get worse before they get better. Please, consider your neighbors who may be Veterans with PTSD. The memories they have can be triggered by loud noises. Artillery shells are loud, sudden noises. Pets also have a terrible time, so be considerate of both.

We are nearing 1,000 blogs published; help a girl out by following my blog. It can be on WordPress or through Twitter, or Instagram posts of the blog. I’d love to make 1,000 followers! We have lots of excitement happening in July, and none of it includes loud noises! It will more likely include a celebratory cupcake or two and ice cream. Everyone loves ice cream.

I’m getting some Post things taken care of this morning, later today will be the monthly task of updating all the social media, website, calendars, events, etc. It’s a task I’m turning over sometime in the near future, I hope. I’m managing too many things, I have to let go of several to make room for my stuff; books, etc.

I’m getting pretty good at doing some reading every day. I’m nearly finished with half of Where the Crawdads Sing. It gets better the more I read. I recommend it. And I’m doing this, too:

Today’s task: Get the blue v’s in there. Wish me luck!

This center medallion with end up being an afghan for myself. I’ve made probably 50 over my lifetime, but never one for me or my home. Kids, nieces & nephews, and brothers, but never for me. It’s symbolic in a way. As I need to free my time from other responsibilities, and stop checking that darned phone. Crocheting helps me stop doing the phone check. Sometimes, I try to check the spelling of a word while writing, then I fall down the rabbit hole of FB, etc. We all do it. Now to unlearn it!

As I think of years’ past of the Fourth of July holidays, some were spent with relatives, some not. As a younger kids, if Dad had the day off, I think we were at his brother’s home for a picnic. I remember the watermelon, and one aunt ate the white part of the rind. Anyone else do that? I never heard of it before. And when in high school, we would go to Mom’s sister’s home for a picnic and the first time I ever experienced people doing their own “big” fireworks. It was fun.

After I was married and had kids, we’d go to the local AAA ball team’s 4th of July celebration and fireworks display. I always held the baby, Becky, because she didn’t like the noise, and was sleepy. She’d cry, poor thing! We sat so close, the ashes rained down on us when they fell from the sky. They probably don’t allow that anymore.

And now, I just like for the dogs to be ok. The Babe and I have steak to grill today, and hunker in for another evening of noise. Glad it’ll be over soon. I’m going now to sit and read while the Babe watches this week’s NASCAR race. We’re good just sitting in the same room quietly. Enjoy whatever you do, noisy or quiet, with your relatives or at home, and remember how lucky we are to live here, in the land of the free, because of the brave. See you tomorrow, thanks for reading!