#922 and Counting!

Can you believe this is blog #922? I am proud to celebrate three years with WordPress, and having a home for Kathy Raabe, Author. My electronic footprint, now well established, leaves me feeling enthused about whatever is ahead. Onward!

I ran out of time yesterday (again!), devoting time to the Income Tax return. Looks like I’ll learn something new there, too. The software is telling me something about one topic I’ve not seen before. More research is in order. Was hoping it would go easier. Another life lesson for me. This is the latest I’ve ever filed. I will not be recreating this form of tardiness!

Also, yesterday had all the hype of a terrible weather event brewing. The news and social media was all about it again all day long. So, we were at the ready to take the girls and adjourn to the basement. Never happened. Lexie hides in the master bedroom closet. Goldie sits by us and shakes. All good. Bad night’s sleep, but no tornadoes, large hail, or damaging wind. Color us happy after all the hype.

The temperature and humidity reminded me of a hot July day in Nebraska. Windows were open. The grit that blew in the windows remained on everything in the kitchen – the table, the countertops, the chairs. It covered every surface it met. Today will be a major cleanup. If you run your hand over the surfaces, you will feel the grit and see the dirt. It was crazy! I am ready for the winds to calm down forever. Yes, except for breezes. Breezes are good.

Grandma Babs is a 73-year-old woman who is now a TikTok goddess. She began two years ago, while living with her daughter during the pandemic. The daughter had two toddlers and was pregnant with the third child. It was her daughter’s suggestion she develop a persona on TikTok. Grandma balked at first. Then she tried it.

Grandma cooks and bakes, tells stories, and imparts a lot of wisdom with her demonstrations of all things wonderful in the kitchen. These are things our young people don’t learn. I watched my Grandma Jewell bake, cook, and all the things she did so well. Most people don’t live near their grandparents. I’ve thought about doing a podcast reading children’s books. Feedback? I’d love to know what you all think. Comment, please!

Today, I will resolve the problem of Income Taxes for 2021. I will file it, finished it, and forever banish it from my brain. Then on to the fun stuff. Getting ready for my kid book preview. It should happen early in May. I cannot wait to see what Jordan has dreamed up. She is a creative soul if I ever met one.

As I prepare to slay the dragon that is the IRS reporting, I feel confident by 1 p.m. I will slay the beast. Tuned in tomorrow for the next exciting installment! Have a beautiful day.

Tuesday, The 14th

What a day! It’s been a little crazy. Lots going on. Meeting at the Post this morning, stopped at the printer’s (not for me, for the Post), stopped at the Humane Society for verification of Lexie’s Rabies Shots for her new license. Then, a stop at JoAnn’s Craft and Fabric store. It’s been forever since I’ve been there. Totally remodeled, I felt like a fish out of water. The Humane Society was all remodeled, too.

I felt like I was a visitor from a strange land. I’ve come to realize in the last few days I might need to get out more. Seriously. I need to leave the house more and mix with people. Have I become an introvert? I’m not sure about that. I’m just so contented at home. Are you? Or would you rather be out and about?

Another weird thing that happened twice today. Since before Christmas, the Babe and I switched vehicles. I previously drove the Passport, he drove the Ridgeline Truck. He has too many miles on the Ridgeline, so he’s driving my car, since it has low miles on it, and 5K more allowed per year. Turning in the truck could be very costly when the lease ends. I don’t like some of the things about the truck, it’s harder for me to get the depth perception straight, but it takes practice.

As I went into the fabric store, a man standing outside asked me how I liked the Ridgeline. What?? That’s a new on. What’s the opposite of a chick magnet? Maybe it’s the new way to meet people. Huh. But wait, there’s more! I went to top off the gas before it gets colder again, and a man came up to me, asking me if I was an Army Veteran? The Babe has Veterans license Plates, so it was a valid question. He was a Marine for 12 years, and a nice man. People really are basically good, and they are neighborly. I need to get out more.

The Christmas tree is officially down, tomorrow I will finish putting things in their proper places and be finished for last year. More necessary papers for filing Income Tax, that will be the next big thing for our household.

I have a new illustrator who I’m sure will do just fine. She’s a busy young woman, and I can’t wait to see what she can do. A soft target date to publish my first kid book is May 22. I’ll explain more as we go along. In the next few weeks, I’ll unveil new business cards, an additional page on my website, and maybe an additional FB page for kid books. Stay tuned! Progress!

Thanks for checking in today, we’ll see you tomorrow!

Monday. The Start of . . .

The Lunch of Champions!

This wasn’t such a bad lunch. Took Mom for PT again today then to her accountant’s to drop off tax prep stuff. Usual Monday things that you do in everyday life. By the time I had a glass of iced tea with her and visited, it was 1:30 p.m. before I arrived home. The Babe ate already, so this seemed like a good option at the time. Busy day for us.

Measure Twice, Cut Once!

So this thing happened. My half square triangles (lower left) should have measured 4 1/2 inches at this point. Just like the 4 1/2 inch squares (top right). So now, everything must be adjusted. Good thing it’s not a quilt for a bed. You would think after doing this for twenty plus years, I’d check the instructions better. Human Ego gets in the way from time to time, no matter what we are doing. So, in the words of my dad, every contractor with an apprentice crew, and quilters all over the world, “Measure twice, cut ONCE”. It bit me again. No lives lost. No one but you and me will ever know.

You know though, years ago, a mistake like this would have devastated me for days. It would have. OCD or perfection, or fear of failing can make us crazy sometimes. When I think of when I was young and would be upset by stuff like this, it’s sad the time we waste. We know we are but mere humans, and mere humans make lots of mistakes. Yet we cannot accept when we make those very human mistakes. It’s making them ten or fifteen times that would concern me now. Not learning or not caring would concern me a great deal now. How about you? Perfectionistic or not?

I’m getting through some books I’ve wanted to read, and the Magdalene Girls is a good book. It makes me so angry how these girls were treated, even in the early 1960’s. The story takes place in Ireland, and this nunnery takes in wayward girls. Very few of them are pregnant. They are disobedient to their parents, etc., and stuck in this terrible place to toil at work that is so demanding it makes them lose their will to live. They exist as mere shells of their former selves. Only about fifty more pages, so I’m hoping I finish tonight.

Writing, I’m going to just work a little bit at this late hour. I do so much better in the mornings. I’ll start right away tomorrow, and get more done. I’m just glad to be getting anything done on the book, it’s somewhat hard to concentrate these days. I’m glad there will be an economic stimulus passed and paid out, and I believe it should not contain ANY pork. No Planned Parenthood dollars. No forgiving Student Loans, nothing. JUST the stimulus money. Period. The other stuff can be discussed later. You know, no one forgave our student loans. We learned to budget. Forgiving $30K is out of the question. I am open to forgiving month by month payments, but not big chunks like the folks tried to push through. Don’t mess around with that stuff now. Get some work done. You don’t deserve to represent us if you are holding onto your pet projects and promises. It must benefit the whole nation NOW.

I cannot imagine being a parent of young kids, pre-teens, and having aging parents at the same time. This may not happen a lot, but just dealing with one generation is enough work. I admire couples and singles who do both generations at once. I feel badly for Mom, but she does great with keeping herself busy. Sometimes she goes off on tangents but then she’s better by the next time I see her. She seems pretty nervous in traffic. We were driving today and a car got close, but she gasped and hollered, scared the heck out of me. I get it. She can’t see very well. Sometimes she makes me think I’ve overlooked something, so it’s a challenge. I just want to get her out and home with no incidents. That would be great. Just want her safe!

It’s just not very warm outside. The overcast skies make it seem as if it could be a really long time before spring actually gets here. Hope not. Either way, we’ll be home experiencing it. Yep, not going anywhere different anytime soon. Cancelled haircuts for tomorrow, the hairdresser just got back from a trip to Florida. Needs some time to self-quarantine, so Mom and I will oblige.

I’m going to get back with my book and the girls of Magdalene House. I hope it has a better ending than it probably will. Thank you for reading today! Stay home, be safe, wash those hands, and we’ll all come out the other side of this as better humans. See you tomorrow!