Old(er) People

Should never be allowed in the kitchen. OK, well maybe never is too long a time to be banned. This morning, the Babe and I began our task of cooking 30 pounds of hamburger to make Sloppy Joes for the PTSD presentation/Talk Saves Lives Training the VFW Post 2503 is hosting on Sunday at noon. The Post is donating the lunch, and we’re doing the work at home to give the cook a break. They already have to cook for a Craft Fair tomorrow. Funny thing is, they’re making Sloppy Joes and Hot Dogs.

In South Dakota, the locals call Sloppy Joes “Bar-b-ques.” Isn’t that funny? Local differences, just like “soda” vs. “pop.” America is great, isn’t it?

So the browning of the hamburger went well, I had 3 large cans of crushed tomatoes and 3 large cans of tomato sauce. I pre-measured 3 separate cups that contained all the seasonings for each 10 pounds. Salt, Pepper, Smoked Paprika, Italian Seasonings, Garlic, Worcestershire Sauce, Sugar, and whatever else. All set. Then, the battle of the can openers happened. The header photo finds them poised for action. The white one, on the left, is the new Pampered Chef one, is specifically made to be used by those of us who have arthritis in our hands, fingers, and need a little assist. I like it because there are no more sharp edges on the can lid once it’s removed, like the one on the right creates while cutting.

The first can, no problem. In fact, the first five, no problem. Then the opener became a diva and wouldn’t cut the last can lid. The Babe tried it. Nope. It just doesn’t adhere to the can, you can feel it doesn’t engage, and therefore, doesn’t cut. I tell the Babe, “I did drop two cans, maybe this one is one of those.”

We decided to turn it upside down and try it on the bottom. Nothing. I picked it up, turned it right side up and there it went. The cut lid that looked intact gave way. And there went a 28 ounce can of crushed tomatoes all over the counter top. Wow. I said a couple naughty words, and we started to move it off the counter top and into the pan, where it belonged. And that, boys and girls, is why older people shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen. Don’t you agree?

We had a laugh or two, and kept cooking. I can hardly wait to start baking the nine boxes of brownies I get to do. It’ll be fine. Really, it will. There are no canned goods to open.

More from the book, “Wired for Story,”

Tone and Theme are stressed very early. So is the phrase, “It’s not what you say, but how you say it.” Have you ever known someone who can tell such great stories, jokes, and anecdotes they always have a crowd at their elbow? They’re the one we always want to be an emcee at our events, and maybe even give our eulogy at our funeral. They really know how to tell a great story. We can learn, with practice.

Another incredible thing I just learned – all story is emotion based. If you’re not feeling, you’re not reading, according to Lisa Cron. I get this. Have you ever read something very emotional for the protagonist, and you feel it, too, as you read? The author has done a good job.

Emotion determines the meaning of everything. If we’re not feeling, we’re not conscious. Most of us were taught emotion and logic were two opposite things. They are, but one must exist for the other to exist. I haven’t read further than this yet, and I hope to do so tomorrow, in between baking brownies. Who knows what madcap hijinks the Babe and I will engage in? I’m sure we’ll enjoy it, and have some good laughs. Have a great evening, see you tomorrow.

Back to Work

The rest we had for the last three days has helped my outlook, I feel refreshed, renewed, and almost energized towards showing some progress with my kid book, grand kids quilts, and other projects around the house. I have to dig in and produce, it’s time.

This morning, I took about 2 1/2 hours to prepare the eight sets of blocks for Kayla’s quilt. It will be so cute. They are bright, happy colors, and I’ll share as we make progress.

The news is on tonight and we haven’t listened for a few days. What is going on? The shooting of a kid football coach in Texas because of a disagreement between coaches and refs? Wow. Just wow. Many more issues across the country with folks who are mentally ill; one double homicide in Nebraska. A young man killed his grandmother and great-grandmother. He did not use a gun. He used a hammer. Mentally ill people will find a way to do what they think they should do, no matter how wrong.

I have no answers, except people may no longer have their loved ones committed if a medical doctor hasn’t witnessed bad behavior. I get it, it protects people against bad family members, but WOW! Those two old grandma’s did not deserve what he did to them.

I have my meeting tomorrow with my replacement for the webmaster and FB manager for the VFW Post 2503. I am so appreciative to Bill Hackenberg, he is the answer to my prayers. I’ll get those quilts, kid books, and novel written yet! I’m looking forward to having more time to do my own stuff, after about 8 years of managing all that.

New things are on the horizon, and I am ready to dive in. I’ll keep learning about publishing, writing, marketing, all of it. It just seems right to be in control of all aspects, since it’s no longer uncommon. At 70, I may not have enough years left to find an agent. And I want my book to remain mine, not a publishing company’s.

It’s now time to cook dinner for the Babe, and relax for the evening. I hope your day was good, and your evening pleasant. It rained today for the first time in a very long time. I wanted to go play in it! How about you? Do you feel the rain, or do you just get wet? I hope you felt it.

Keep going in your new direction, and follow your dream. Trust all will be well on our path. It will work out, you’ll learn how to make adjustments along the way. Have a good evening, and we’ll see each other tomorrow. Be safe.

Be Still, and Know That I am God.

Psalm 46:10 tells us to be quiet and listen. Listen to what the message is to you from God, god, or whatever Higher Power you believe in. We all have our own. And the older I am fortunate to become, my faith and spiritual beliefs become bigger. As I’ve navigated life as a Catholic, attended the United Church of Christ, and the United Methodist Church, I’ve learned so much.

My 50s Catholic training, that extended through the 60s and the early 80s, was pretty rigid. I hear they are not like that any more. And that is because of the human leaders of the Catholic Church, who believe they are the authority on what God wants us to do. Once I compared an updated catechism of the Catholic with the beliefs of the UMC. Hundreds of pages vs about 27 basic points. The UMC is big on letting you figure it out for yourself. I find that very appealing.

John Wesley, founder of what became the UMC, put it succinctly:

Do all the good you can

By all the means you can

in all the ways you can

In all the places you can

At all the times you can

To all the People you can

As long as ever you can

I absolutely love this. I believe they are words to live by, regardless of your religious belief. Try it out. Meditate on it for awhile. I’ve come to realize God is much bigger than I ever thought. While Catholicism has change dramatically since I was a child, God hasn’t. He’s been the one constant, however you believe. God has been so good to me. My nightly thought, as I go to sleep is:

God, Please Be Good to Me.

The Ocean is Large,

And My Boat is So Small.

Think on this today. It’s all about making the world a better place by our having been here. Give a compliment. Smile at a stranger. Say hello to a child who is watching you. It all makes a difference. And it feels good, too. Thanks for reading. It’s short today, I’m on my way to a luncheon with fellow Class of 1970 Alumni from Ryan High School. I decided I need to get out more, as I’m so comfy at home. I can’t become a hermit, which would be easy. So, you all have a great day. See you tomorrow!

Good Girls Rarely Make History.

This phrase just jumped out at me while listening to Jennifer Nettles album/CD “Playing With Fire.” I love her voice. I’ve read before she has a voice “to make a man leave his happy home and follow her anywhere.”

The one thing I’m curious about is writing lyrics. It appears to be like poetry, but adding the words to music adds another dimension that words on a page just can’t compete with. Nettles’ song, “Hey Heartbreak” is an anthem telling Heartbreak to leave her door, she’s taking her life back. Powerful words, and great music. Nothing better.

I believe some day I will write words for a song. I have experienced a lot of themes. Bone crushing lonely Saturday nights, before I met the Babe. I think when you’ve lived through those, you can pretty much get through anything. Loss of good health is another thing that tests your mettle. Not having an adult in your home to help you is another kind of lonely and hopelessness. If I hadn’t had my kids, I may not have made it through. But we did. All those experiences are back in the vault of my memories. I will do something with them in the future. You cannot make up the things every day people make it through. No one could believe it all happened. But it did. And I’m still here!

This is where my overwhelming sense of gratitude grows from. I could not have lived through these things without hope, faith, and especially love. God is in charge. I no longer try to affect outcomes; I pray, “However you decide, God. I’m along for the ride. Tell me what you’re teaching me now.” Many years ago, I prayed, “Please make my husband be kinder to the kids,” and learned it doesn’t work that way. The prayer became, “Show me what you want me to do to improve this situation.” Boy, did He!

I was the quintessential “good girl.” I was obedient, always followed the rules, never expressed my opinion, deferred always to my first husband, and didn’t rock the boat. Never again! The book I will finish reading today has stirred many memories of how women’s role in society has changed. In the Victorian era, women were not allowed to study things like math or science. It was believed their delicate makeup would be upset if they used their minds too much. Hogwash!

When I was a Programmer Trainee in 1987, I asked a question that was quite technical in nature. The boss that was training me said, “That’s too technical for you.” I asked someone else later who said, “He probably didn’t know the answer.” I finally got the explanation but not from who should have answered me. My first review after transferring to another department of I/T included, “You are way more skilled than he would give you credit for. He kept you down.” How about that?

Truth of the matter is, there were not very many women in the field in the late 80s. Most were men, and I had to learn to go to lunch with them, hang out with them, and not be relegated to the “secretarial staff.” It’s a hard stop to be in, but you have to make the best of it. Thank God it has changed! We need to remain equal. We were made to be equal. I never broke out in hysterics from debugging an old COBOL program. Nonsense!

And while I may not go down in history as a “bad girl” I know that would have been one who talked back, (I was just asking questions no one liked), wanted to take a class only boys took (I wanted to take Mechanical Drawing. The nun who enrolled me that year said “absolutely NOT! You’re too shy!”), and “You’ll probably never finish college, even if you attend. Go to beauty school or nursing school or become a teacher.” No offers of financial help were ever discussed. How was that supposed to happen?

In the 1950s, the thing that made a girl “bad” was being one who smoked, hung out with the boys, one who stole boyfriends, and had sex before marriage. The worse thing was if your daughter “had to get married.” The scorn! In the late 60s and 70s, it mattered no more. Now, often people live together for years, have multiple children, then get married if they even do. I’m glad young teens are no longer forced into marriage. It used to be the air was clean and sex was dirty. Now, the air is dirty and sex is clean. In my opinion, God made male and female to enjoy each other in every way possible. There is nothing better than a caring lover. That, along with commitment, love, faith, and trust in each other transcends to a beautiful life together. I have that with the Babe. I wish it on my friends to know what that is.

Does that make me a bad girl? Oh well! I’ve been called worse! When I was single for so long, I used to say, “If I could be guilty of half of what people have thought I’ve done, I’d be having a great time!”

Have a great time today! Be good to yourself and to each other. Show respect and kindness everywhere you go. You’ll receive it back tenfold. Do it out of goodness, not out of what you may get from it. Let’s see each other again tomorrow!

Help a girl out, we’re around #946 followers. Help me get to #1000! It’ll be fun! Thank you!

Motives – We All Have Them

Are they based in good or evil? Are we a drama queen, enhancing our story at the slightest encouragement. We may have all done that a time or two. It’s a test of our character to tell the truth always. Judge Judy, with all her wisdom, tells litigants all the time, “If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember what you lied about.” She’s right.

People, especially from dysfunctional families/relationships have a tendency to make themselves victims at times. Sometimes, a partner is so beaten down with insults and sabotage they don’t realize they’re adding to their truth. It is a jolt when you finally get it.

If you truly love someone, trust them completely, and know you can rely on them, you never question their motives. Spending the rest of your lives together, which I once questioned to even be possible, becomes a reality. I never question the Babe’s motives. It’s refreshing. He doesn’t question mine, either. It’s as life should be. We’re blessed.

I liked this meme of the first line of Beatrix Potters book. Haven’t we all read those words? Proof we need a great opening line. Just like anything, you need a hook. It’s hard to learn. Practicing it as we speak.

What’s my motive for writing? It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. Dad and older brother worked at the local newspaper in production. In high school, when I was on the school newspaper staff, I envisioned becoming a reporter someday at the paper. Got married instead. As I’ve said before, I’m a late bloomer. But it’s ok. I wasn’t ready yet. I am now.

We have date night tonight; Willy Wonka at the Scottish Rite Masonic Center. This should be a great time. I look forward not only to the play, but also to seeing the inside of the Center. I’ve always been curious of what it looked like inside. Tonight, we’ll see!

We have a lot of computer work to do today. The Babe is doing month end for the Post books, and I’m working on placing my illustrations on the pages again today. Even if I only do one page or two a day, it’s progress. More editing is ahead of me for the afternoon. How about you? Outside my studio/office window, I can see several groups of people returning to their cars after the Gretna Days Parade. We can hear the crowds and the rides making noises at night. The dogs don’t like it! Hope you all have a beautiful day today. We’ll see you tomorrow!

Wednesday Editing, Too!

Here we go again. I was fearless yesterday. I deleted pictures, undid the backgrounds with patterns, and saw white backgrounds and my story words in black text. It looks naked again. It won’t be for long. I’ve read once you’re away from your writing project for awhile, it is much easier to edit the words, thus being more succinct.

We had a nice family dinner last night with Tracy, TJ, Gavin, Cindy and Brad. Cindy is the Babe’s sister, who is in town for training at her new job. She will work remotely in Sioux Falls. Isn’t technology grand? We bought local, Bar B Que from a small restaurant in Gretna, and gathered seven people in our kitchen, sharing a meal. Addison was not able to come over. The evening was full of talk, laughter, jokes, and love. We don’t often have this chance so it was really nice. It’s hard when the majority of your family lives out of state.

Brad is an accomplished photographer in addition to being a top notch web designer. He took a new headshot to replace my original one from a few years ago when my hair was very short. He unloaded his equipment into our living room; the lights, camera, and slight moves coached me into a nice photo. I’ll unveil it next month when I add new pages to my website, right here. You’ll know when it happens. He is a magician with his camera. What a talent!

The header today is close to my heart. Sometimes the most interesting memories enter my mind while looking out the window. Recollections of childhood spent outdoors, walking to school with my best friend Peggy, Mass every morning at our Church before school, and many other things. It’s all part of the tapestry of my story. And stories are what we all tell, in one form or another. Some are capable of putting their stories to music, some to the page. It’s something that is meant to be shared. I’m grateful to all of you who continue to read my musings, and am grateful we are now at 944 followers. Let’s get to 1000! It’ll be fun!

I’m going to plunge further into the world of editing when I close this device. It’ll start me towards the goal of finishing something I’ve always wanted to do; create a child’s book. What will you create today? What would you like to do with your time? Do it, while you can; before you can’t, as the song goes.

It is a beautiful sunny day at the home office in Gretna, Nebraska. There will be a small town festival this weekend signaling the end of summer. The high school band practiced for the first time this morning, I could hear the drumline. It’s a sure sign of back to school. The sights and sounds of summer are waning, even though it’s only July. Have a beautiful day. See you tomorrow!

An Editing Tuesday

I’m digging in today, editing did not make it on the agenda yesterday. We have family in town for their work, and they are at a motel near the Corporate Headquarters. Evenings are for family!

I have a new FB friend, an author of one novel and several children’s book. Sounds like my brother from another mother! Jordan J Scavone, Author posted something yesterday that stole my attention and made me feel so good and get over the apprehension of editing. Just because I’ve never done this before doesn’t mean I can’t. (Thank you, Billy McGuigan, the absolute KING of doing things he’s never done before)! (P.S. If you’re in Omaha, go see his production of Willy Wonka this weekend at the Scottish Rite Theater downtown. It’s going to be a blast! Get tickets at Rave On Productions. You’ll be glad you did)!

I’m in!

I printed this out and have it on my desk to look at when I get frustrated or confused. I have some great feedback and suggestions from my illustrator and a friend who publishes books about grief. Couldn’t have asked two better ladies for feedback about my book.

After publishing the blog today, I’m staying right in my seat, and starting with a fresh copy of “Roxie,” and begin on the cover (or the first page of the story). Have you ever wondered about all those pages, the cover, the obligatory blank pages, the legalese page, the dedication page, other blank pages before you reach page one? Someone had to put those together! They’re vital to someone, somewhere on this earth. We all flip past them, unless we’re looking for a date published. I used to do that with books for school. Bellevue University had HR books from the 80s when I enrolled in an accelerated degree program in 1994. $500 for a box of books that were pretty old. Sheesh!

I love how Eric Carle says those who write picture books begin with 200,000 words. An exaggeration but the point is valid. Before we meet our illustrator, we have many, many words. I used them to describe many, many, many things I wanted illustrated. Two creative people, one with words, one with illustrations talk. The illustrator nods, she goes to her creative corner to draw. Jordan Ullom did a fantastic job. Just wait until you see the illustrations. I found it magical when I saw my characters come to life! Oh my gosh, it was fantastic! It’s a rush. My heart rate is up just writing about it! Or it’s the coffee. Never mind. It’s a rush.

I absolutely adore kid books. When my kids were little, we read constantly. I loved doing all the voices, and often did. When I first did that for Addison, she leaned back on my lap and looked at me as I talked in a different voice. She laughed. So did Joell and Gavin. That’s the reaction you go for, and they were always eager to have a story. She and she are now 15 and in high school. The kids who have sat on my lap as I read to them are many. I hope to influence other kids to love to read and their parents to instill it by reading to them from birth. It’s a great bonding experience.

My dad always said, “If you can read, you can do anything!” He was so right. I think of those words often. More so, I recall the example he set for us. He consumed printed material as he consumed coffee. He always had a book, magazine, or newspaper nearby. A childhood friend told me one time, “Your dad must be so smart.”

I asked her, “Why?”

“Whenever I see him, he’s always reading something!”

That scenario stuck with me forever, too. Our mom also read, but during the day we only saw her doing chores and taking care of us. She had women’s magazines from the grocery store, and we had bookcases full of books in several places in our home. The example was always right in front of us. I cannot thank our parents enough for their example of reading. Mom has macular degeneration now and has very limited vision. She hopes to at least read one page a day, on bright days when she can see better. It’s a cruel twist of fate for someone who loves to read.

Here we go, boys and girls! I’m on the high dive at the Olympics and don’t know how to swim! I’ll learn on the way down from the diving board, just before I hit the water. Here’s hoping the Eric Carle phrase gets me through my first session of editing. You all have a great day. I’m going in! See you tomorrow!

Back to Work Monday

Wow. Where’d the weekend go? It was enjoyable; the Babe and me, along with our furry friends, enjoying each other’s company, naps on demand, and reading as long as I wanted. I worked a little on the appliques for my granddaughter’s quilt. Although it’s a Christmas gift, I need to get moving on it. And, her brother is getting one, too. Busy quilting Grandma, for sure!

When we’re finished with this, we’re digging in and editing “Roxie! What Are You Doing?” I may need to change the title. I need to identify it as a grief book to properly present it. I need to delete the illustrations and place them again; this time without changing their size. I thought I could do that, but Jordan taught me why I can’t, we don’t want warped looking illustrations. It’s always something, isn’t it? I’m glad to learn as I go.

Much of what I learned as a Systems Analyst was on the job. I did have training, but it was more of a twelve month introduction to a lot of classes, one at a time, and OJT. The most important thing to learn was you’ll never know it all. Don’t be afraid to pull out the reference manuals, that’s what they’re there for. Memorize other things besides techno babble.

I look forward to getting started (finally!) and back to the story of Roxie and Gavin. Maybe that should be the title? What do you think? I cannot wait to have a reading at a bookstore, and invite my friends and cousins grandchildren. I’m picturing it and it will be true soon. During 2022. My year to become more. Grateful!

I read about half of the Enchantress of Numbers. It’s much better than I thought it would be. At this rate, I’ll finish in about 5 – 10 days, depending on unexpected interruptions. Enjoying the read.

Make your day a good one. A FB friend of mine talked about stopping behind a preschool bus of kids. They all waved to him. One little girl caught his eye and blew him a kiss. He’s so grateful! Just what we all need. The world does love We need to love it back. So much better than being negative. Try it on for size. You’ll end up smiling all day. Take care if you’re in a heatwave. Stay safe from all the viruses and pox making the rounds. We need to get through this summer together. Lots of great things ahead. See you tomorrow! Thanks for being here.

Magnetic Friday!

Here we are, on the cusp of the weekend, and we’re under sunny skies at the Home Office of Gretna, Nebraska. We’re lucky, it’s beautiful outside, the humidity is a little lower today. There is a huge outdoor concert tonight, and people who usually attend are looking forward to it.

I started the day with an MRI of my shoulder. I’m truly amazed how the technology has changed since the first one I had in the 90s. Today, I had noise cancelling headphones to lessen the clanging and banging the machine does, and upbeat Jazz music while I relaxed. It was ok.

Now, I’m writing my second take on this topic as my WordPress app somehow lost the whole 791 words I had typed. It malfunctions sometimes. The past week, it has done it repeatedly. I’m going to visit with a professional about it soon. My I/T Department will be in town next week. We’ll talk geek with each other and enjoy it. A relative of the Babe’s needs to come for training at the Home Office of her new employer, and her husband is coming along, too. It’ll be fun to see them after hours.

I think we were at #938 followers yesterday. Hoping for more each day. Won’t you follow my blog? You’ll be notified each time a new one is posted. You’ll also receive updates of any news outside of the daily writing. Help a girl out, please!

One thing I noticed today:

When you’re living in the 70s (again), they ask you all sorts of extra questions. Some are MRI specific, some aren’t. Hip replacement? Knee replacement? Hearing aids? Dentures? They don’t care about my bionic ankle (it’s titanium). Pacemaker? At first, I felt old. Upon telling them “No” to everything, I felt in pretty good shape. I’m blessed in many ways.

It’s time to go on to other things. Gosh, I wish my first blog wasn’t lost. It was pretty good, if I must say so myself. Hope you have a lovely day, and that we see each other tomorrow. Take care out there!

Thursday’s Thinking.

Do you have a place of comfort in your home? Not necessarily your bed (mine is great – firm mattress, I can let my spine decompress like nobody’s business), but somewhere you can sit and reflect. Maybe you have a spot where you can just consider your day, your life, your direction. Even for a retired person, this is necessary to keep living life, not just existing.

My thoughts go back to our grandparents. German on one side, Irish on the other. All very hard workers. Our dad’s parents had their own business, a drug and sundries store. Something for everyone. Dad told me a story once when I was telling him how hard it was with my oldest, who wanted to be our playing past dark, when it was time for bed. He could see the other kids outside, no supervision, riding their big wheels on the sidewalk of our busy street. Luckily, he obeyed me, didn’t try to go outside, he was a good kid.

Dad told me it wasn’t anything new. When he was a kid, he and his siblings were babysat by Great Grandma Hurley while his mother worked evenings at the drugstore. Never met the woman, but she ruled with an iron fist. She had to. She was widowed and didn’t have much. Her family lived with her, which was common in those days. Dad said he also wanted to be out with the kids. He didn’t dare cross his Grandma. She had a shillelagh, which she would use to bop them on the head when they were in need of an attitude adjustment. It got their attention. She died while my dad and his brothers were all away at the war. They were not allowed to come home for her funeral.

The more we think no one has done what we’re doing in these times, the more the similarities leap out at me. What has changed? Well, Grandma Hurley would not be bopping a kid on the head with her shillelagh. And our mom’s Great Uncle Roy walked with a regular cane. When he wanted the nieces to come talk with him, he would use the curved handle of his cane to hook them by the arm or leg. They laughed. Mom and her sisters always fell for it. What’s changed? Well, now everyone is on red alert about children being molested, accosted by pedophiles right in their own homes. It needs to come out of the dark.

That has gone on forever, it’s just now we talk about it. We need to. We need to help children through these terrible events and keep them safe. I believe we are teaching children to be aware, stand up for themselves, and tell a safe adult when things are not right.

I feel so lucky that as kids, we didn’t have to worry about anyone hurting us. We rode our bikes around, roller skated, walked to the library, and other stuff kids do. We loved going to the air-conditioned library when it was blistering hot outside. It was an oasis from the oppressive heat. And of course, there were wonderful books there. Great time, well spent. Thanks Mom!

Author Jennifer Chaverini is someone I’ve followed because of the theme of her books, The Elm Creek Quilters. Alex Anderson had a quilting show I started to watch when I started on my LTD. I was depressed, and I really was inspired by watching her create quilts. I made many purchases of thread, fabric, patterns, lots of stuff. I now have a full room of stuff for making quilts. There are other hobbies covered there, too.

Ms. Chaverini now writes historical fiction. She’s covered Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker, and other women’s story throughout history. I just started “Enchantress of Numbers,” about the famous poet Lord Byron’s daughter, who was highly educated in math and science. That never happened in the 1800s. I’m only in the prologue.

Funny, authors debate the use of prologues to set the backstory. Most say not to use it. Could this very long prologue serve as the first chapter? I’ll have to let you know. Not having knowledge about that era and how social mores were so strict, I think it’s necessary to set the tone. More on that later.

I’m shooting for a productive day today. How about you? I like this new way of looking at my to-do list. Of course, there is a huge list of stuff that comes to mind that I want to do. I can cross it off when I write down what we’ve accomplished. I like seeing the done list grow and the to-do list shrink. It’s motivating.

Have a beautiful day, folks. Let’s keep going for more followers! We have jumped up to 938 readers as of publishing time yesterday. Let’s keep going! Love it! Thanks for going on this journey with me. I appreciate the company. Take care, see you tomorrow.