Today I am grateful for endings and for new beginnings. I am a bit subdued, feeling like an 18 wheeler got the best of me. But thanks to Josie for her faithfulness in keeping this blogging challenge GOING!
One. This migraine headache is finally relinquishing its hold. I spent yesterday huddled in the darkness as my dearest widower brought me ibuprofen and Tylenol. Yet another side effect from yet another statin drug. Coming to an end, right?
Two. The necessary roofing repair, with its pounding and ladders and men of integrity, is also coming to an end. I’ll miss the way they hung around….
Three. We are finally tackling some overdue home repairs and cleaning. The roof rot (above) was a serendipitous discovery after pressure washing the house. See? My pressure to get the pressure cleaning was a good thing! I should remind my dearest widower.
Four. The clutter in this house is coming to an end. Baby steps. No, tweener steps.
Five. Our hot and humid summer is gradually coming to an end. Temps dropped to the 80s this week (just for a day or two) and many trees are cutting their losses, with yellowing leaves gulping for water.
Six. The new school year starts tomorrow! My dearest teaching widower calls it the Great Everson Giveaway. I wonder why he’s never as excited as I am.
Seven. More awesome professional development classes start soon! My dearest teaching widower asks me if this is what other “retirees” do.
Eight. The fawns that have been parked on our hill are following mom to sample treats in other folks’ yards. I know they will be back. This evening.
Nine. My dearest widower is shopping for clothes right now! On his own! Maybe this is the start of something new. Maybe he’s an imposter. He doesn’t think a shirt should cost more than $12. Yes, it’s been that long since he ventured into a mall. If I didn’t have such a headache, I would have accompanied him to immortalize the expedition with photos. Is this the end of online shopping? Nope.
Ten. I will copy The Wakefield Doctrine and leave this one for the special day when I don’t have a headache. Whee!
How little time I take to be thankful! I’m better than I used to be, but this Ten Things of Thankful blogging challenge is good for my soul and spirit. Here we go:
It’s bad news, good news this week.
#1. Bad news: After a loooong week, I have been working on paperwork most of the day and my eyes are swimming. Good news: I finished a lot of it!
#2. Bad news: I lost October 2016. I mean I lost my lesson plans for a student. I have the digital version but no notes. Good news: I found October! It was just incorrectly stapled. More good news: I threw away some clutter in the hunting process.
#3. Bad news: I have not been able to wean my foot from the compression boot. Good news: I said, “Whatever!” and tossed the heavy thing aside. More good news: My foot has been fine all day.
#4. Bad news: I did waste a little time playing Mahjong today. Good news: I beat an expert level that had defied me for weeks. Yes, the game was taunting me.
#5. Bad news: I did not get much accomplished with my online classes today. Good news: Tomorrow is another day.
#6. Bad news: My dearest teaching widower had to work all day, too. Good news: I was able to help him on a project without getting snappy. Oh, right, I never get snappy.
#7. Bad news: I lied in #6. Good news: I only lied about never getting snappy. I really did help him without getting snappy TODAY. And I am running out of news, folks.
#8. Bad news: There is no sequel to the sequel of The Dying and the Dead. Good news: Sequel #1 was great and featured a brave young boy.
#9. Bad news: I may not finish the Color Your World blogging challenge. Good news: I can try again next year. More good news: I have a whole year to take more colorful photos!
#10: Bad news: I have nothing else to add. Good news: I did not gripe about the clutter in the house, the laundry that needs to be washed, or the pile of mulch in our driveway that needs to be spread somewhere, anywhere. More good news: I am reading a cool detective thriller called The Murderer’s Son by Joy Ellis. A terrific read about a guy who thinks he is a serial killer. Is he? I don’t know yet but it will be fun to find out. Mama was the Blonde Butcher. Oh dear, what a legacy.
Have a great week, dear readers!
Who is Josie Two Shoes? I first crossed paths with her a couple of weeks ago as she hosts the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) blog. TToT introduced me to a sweet group of bloggers who share their stories and encourage me to focus on the positives in my life. I wondered about this Two Shoes who inspired other kind folks to respond so thoughtfully to my own meager TToT contributions.
My search for Josie Two Shoes was on! Her blogger profile explains that a new chapter of her life started in 2007, when she declared that she was now standing on her own two feet. That led me to her blog, where I discovered that she is also a writress. A really good writress. Wow. Josie completed the A-Z blogging challenge by writing, and I quote: “a serial story in six-sentence segments involving twenty-six women living in the small Midwest town of Cottonwood Creek, their lives connected by the Women’s Circle of the town’s protestant church, Hope Christian Fellowship, to which they all belong.” Talk about clever and intriguing!
By following Josie’s footprints, I discovered her Facebook page. I was struck by Josie’s focus on being kind to yourself and others, not letting those stumbles and bumps define who you are. I could have clicked “LIKE” on each post!
Josie’s shoes then led me to her Twitter account and from there, back to her blog, where I savored some of her writings on faith and the miraculous.
If you are looking for a place of encouragement and inspiration AND a safe spot to share your writing with others, follow Josie’s Two Shoes. You’ll end up with a smile on your face and a polished pair of two shoes!
In case you’re wondering what that odd title means, this is my Ten Things of Thankful post and I am using the letter D from the A-Z blogging challenge (yes, I have skipped C temporarily). Be sure to check out Josie Two Shoes’ post and links to others who have posted their own Ten Things!
Thank you, dear readers, for your patience as I’ve fallen away from my regular posting once again. Who knew?? Oh yes, the One who loves me knew. I’m in good hands and
Lizzi has written a powerful message on legacy, as she and her family bid farewell to their Nana. I can’t adequately capture Lizzi’s passionate writing, so please head over to her blog and read for yourself.
Lizzi concludes her post with these questions: What would you like to be remembered for? Have you ever wondered about life, whilst commemorating its passing? Who makes you thankful to be alive and learning?
My dearest teaching widower and I are nearing the statistically likelihood of our deaths, although we’ve all learned that age is no protection from the inevitable. Before I was saved, I simultaneously wanted to die and thought I would live forever. I no longer fear or long for death. Well, I admit there are hard times when I cry out, “Jesus, beam me up!”
I want to be remembered as a lover. A lover of Jesus, first. A lover of my husband. A lover of my relatives and my church family. A lover of thousands of students.
I do wonder about my eternal life and especially the new earth. Will dogs and cats be able to speak? Will I be able to stay next to Jesus while I also explore the galaxies with my dearest widower? Can I re-negotiate the marriage deal then? I never want to be away from my dearest widower. Will there be toilets and will we need them?
Who makes me thankful to be alive and learning? God. If not for his intervention, I would have died in infancy and many times after that. I’ve experienced a multitude of brushes with death, and here I am, by his grace.
If you do not have this faith, I sound stupid. I used to tell a therapist (who did not have this faith, either), that religion was a just crutch for the weak. I mocked anyone who believed in God. The name of Jesus made me sick. How could God allow the destruction of my soul? Where was he during all those dreadful years? Now I acknowledge my weaknesses and ask, “How could God have redeemed my soul and saved me from death? Why me?” Now I know where he was and see what he was doing. It makes me want to shout for joy!
Thanks, Lizzi-across-the-pond, for your inspiration to search out the silver linings in the cloudy parts of life.
My health has been cloudy with a chance of meatballs for a couple of months. Since I have already
whined posted about my summer (“Miss Fun“), it’s time to find some positives. First, the antibiotics I took were effective. Considering that I’m down to one broad spectrum antibiotic, that is SUPER good news. Otherwise, I’d be looking at kidney failure instead of a computer. I saw my dearest widower more than usual during the day (#2), had a airfare-and-baggage-free vacation on the couch (#3), and loaded myself with delicious cups of antioxidant tea (#4). Having felt so wretched meant that when our nephew and fiancee visited us, I was ready to try a new diet (#5). I just finished a week of the Zone Diet and learned that I like kale and collard greens. Who knew? I’ve eaten more vegetables in the past week than in my entire life. I’m hoping that eating several pounds of vegetables a day will be a life-changing experience in some way (#6). Yeah, #6 is almost silver….
I am loving teaching more than ever. I have the BEST students and families, hands down (#7). I’m in awe of how hard these kiddos work, no matter how they feel, the effort required, or the long haul in front of them. Is it selfish to say that teaching is pure joy? I was made to teach, which gives me incredible satisfaction.
I’m swimming again, after months away from the pool (#8). I was also made to swim. How wonderful is that? If I can keep my competitive eyes off other swimmers, I love to pray as I swim. My first thoughts are “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” as I flow through the water. Slowly. Looking for someone to race.
My dearest teaching widower and I just hosted our first small group of the semester. Dinner and movies with funny and lovable folks (#9). First we had to clean the house, though. What do other people do with paper clutter? I stuffed ours in a bag on the washer, if you need a tip. We also have trip wires for anyone who ventures upstairs, which is where everything else gets tossed before the guests arrive. Another free tip, folks.
I love the plans that God has made for me, knowing I am never alone in any storm (#10). I am loved! Woohoo!
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In the spirit of Lizzi’s Ten Things of Thankful, here are ten special things about my father. Those of you who know me must wonder how I can find ten good things about that man. I grew up hating my father and once tried to kill him (long story there). He was a sadistic alcoholic who sexually, physically, and emotionally abused me until I left home for good. My father vowed to destroy me and accomplished that early on. When he died at age 52, I was living as far away from him as I could get. I smiled at the news and thought I was free. What a joke. OK, the good part is coming.
The One who became my true father is responsible for this post. It turned out that God is not at all like my biological father, which was a major shock. Now I can share 10 things I appreciate about this special man. Most of these are tainted by savage experiences, but the nuggets of good are still in there.
I look forward to an eternity with this special man, seeing him as he was intended to be and both loving him and being loved, as I always wanted.