I set the goal of five blogs a week. Monday through Friday. Each day at 9:00 a.m. Like clock work. However, I didn't take into account I might only get 15 hours of sleep in the 48 hour period since the first set of grans arrived. And I really didn't take into account that my computer would get a virus. I know for a fact I didn't sign up for that one; very disappointing and lame. But on the bright side I learned that 14 is a happy number!
A friend shared this poem with me, taken from her Great-grandmother's autograph book. I love it.
Long may you live,
Happy may you be.
Blessed with fourteen grandchildren,
Seven on each knee!
Well, I don't have fourteen grandchildren yet but I do believe I will someday. And as for today I'm blessed to say six are on the way and three shall be here for a month long visit. In a word I am blessed indeed!
Why is it that some things we seem to forget in an instance. And other things we can't for the life of us erase it from our minds. I know our minds are like sponges............but seriously sometimes I just want to clear the mechanism. Then there's that time thing; coming back to me like a bad penny. I think I'll just hit ctrl-alt-delete. Oh never mind, time is the only thing that works...........again!
Often when we leave for work in the morning it is a bright sunny day at our house. But as we approach the top of Mount Saint Helena we can see the valley below covered in fog or “low” clouds. Interestingly, these summer clouds are really just a protective coat over the morning; giving the sun an extra hour or two to sleep in. Clouds are kind in that way – being the sun is hard work and summer days are long. No vacations days in the summer for Mr. Sun. Morning clouds are like a hug when you least expect it. They are a subtle reminder that nature has much to teach me if I stop long enough to look and listen.
So I think I have a love/hate (I know hates a strong word) so I’ll use frustrating instead relationship with time. You know time, the thing there is never enough of. We hear “it’s about time” or “time is running out” or “time’s up” or “time is of the essence.” Now that’s a great one; not only is there not enough time but now you are trying to rush me. How about this one “better luck next time” at least there is hope in that statement; provided we want to try again! Then of course there is “time waits for no man or woman.” Now that’s time with an attitude ……..great! So where is the love of time? What about “play time” or the “good times” or “party time.” Hey I thought "time was on my side." Honestly, there are innumerable names for time; “me time” or “mom time” or “dad time.” Why even the seasons have a time; “summertime” and “wintertime.” You get the picture about time; you know of that which I speak. But there is one more thing about time that I often miss; time heals. It eases pain, it softens the memory. Time is a gentle healer, it never rushes. I love that about time. So although I get frustrated by what seems to be a lack of time in my life. Today I will look at the passing of time with a greater appreciation. Today I’ll look at time as the great teacher that it is and work harder to do the best that I can with the time that I have.
This is not a post or commentary about sports. Rather it is about my writing style. From the beginning of my time I have always started anything that had to do with writing on scratch paper; from a birthday card to a major school project, it didn't matter. No writing was too small for it to start as a draft. I can only surmise that this behavior stems from my desire to do good work; to have the end result perfect in my eyes. My children will attest to the fact that when they were in school and had a report to do I always told them to start with a draft and work the project from there. It only made sense to me………to do and re-do until you were satisfied with the results. So today "do and re-do" goes something like this:
1. I get the idea (usually in the shower or on the road);
2. I put it on paper – that’s my first draft;
3. I call D1 and D2 with my idea;
4. They send me their draft;
5. Then we do and re-do;
6. At last perfection!
I have been thinking a lot about that word "nesting" lately. I looked the word up in Wikipedia and found this definition:
“It is commonly characterized by a strong urge to clean and organize one's home, and is one reason why couples who are expecting a baby often reorganize, arrange, and clean the house and surroundings. This behavior is colloquially known as "straightening out", "clearing the road", or "clearing the coast", or "building a door".”
We are so exciting to be "nesting" in preparation for our month of grans! Let the countdown begin!
We've been empty nesters now for almost nine years (had to stop and do some counting on that one). But our home is really not empty what with our lively life with the girls! But they have been away at "summer camp" now for over a week. It is crazy how empty our house is without them. Our home is very "girl" proof but now we can leave gates open and doors open with no worries. We can leave home without worry of being gone too long.......they don't like to left home alone. It is just sooooooo empty here.........I can't live like this! It is time to come home from camp ladies...............there is work to be done!
Mr. Man loves westerns especially John Wayne westerns........well anything John Wayne actually. But this is the thing, no matter how many times he's seen them, no matter how corny they are (ok that's my review) he is glued to the t.v. watching them. And it doesn't matter how late at night they are on or how tired he is, he is still glued to them...........never once does he doze or even blink it seems. He just loves them. But turn on any other type of movie and the man is snoring within 10 minutes. I don't get it........sighhhhhhh......
.........which I know can be dangerous. But only good thoughts here. So.....I love the Thanksgiving holiday and I love it because it isn't rushed, it can just be enjoyed for the sheer goodness of it. I love it because it is about giving thanks. I love it because I have so much to be thankful for.
Monday, I realized how much I love Memorial Day. I love it because it brings people together. I love it because of the sacrifices so many have made on our behalf and we are given an opportunity to show our thanks on this day of remembering.
D2 has a map on her blog and I love to see where people live who visit her blog. It is like traveling without leaving home! I decided I wanted that. So last week I added a map to my blog. It has been fun in just one short week to see where my lurker's live. Now that I've discovered where in the world you are......maybe I'll get to hear from you too, but if no, thanks for stopping by.......the door's always open!