Thinking About Lightening the Load

I’m slowing down physically. I can’t’ keep up with you live wires; I don’t want to either. I’ve been thinking about dropping Twitter, Google, & one that I that I already dropped awhile ago. I don’t have time nor the interest to read these sites. My heart’s desire is to take up again my crochet and fiction reading. 

There are many of you whose writing interests me. I’ll be stopping in to see what you’re doing and if there are novels in the works. I love visiting far flung countries and to see the photos’ you post. Life continues to evolve. I’m receptive to change. I’ll continue to post, please return and read!

I’ll keep re-posting on the http-// site.  I think Hugh & I are the only 2 who do. What say you Hugh http-// 
I’ll maintain 

In A Cedar Chest


In a small cedar chest

Is a memory I can wear

Trims of beads and sequins

Some with buttons

There are many colors,

Black, white, coral, navy, orange, red

Varying lengths, opera to short 

Stitched in beautiful thread 

The tattered photo album 

Creates a carousel of her image

From youth to bride to mother

 She wears beautiful creations

All her own design

 And I don’t fail to notice

 Store bought gloves on her hands.

 She selects each pair to compliment

 The color and the purpose of her frock

The photos turn from black and white

To color as we turn the pages

Look Martha, there are the orange gloves

You wore those in the Miss America Contest

Remember, you sang Do You Want Some of My Tangerine

Made popular by Claudia Williams

Mother bought yards of material of orange polka-dot

To make a dress for you and her

Here’s a pair of white gloves

Trimmed in delicate red and blue buttons

Around the edges of the gloves

Another pair, black as ebony

Trimmed with beads

Forming an elegant design for formal wear

The opera gloves of white

Never worn to the opera

I wore them for formal balls

The fashion of the

Day has changed

No longer do ladies wear gloves

Unless it is winter

To protect against the cold

Rain and snow.</pre>






Heena Rathore sponsors Word of the Week. This is WOW #8. I’m entering better late than never!wow

The word is triskaidekaphobia, tris-kahy-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh, noun. This word would have been appropriate to use this past Friday to identify people who are superstitious about Friday the 13th.

Christopher Meades used it in this sentence in his book, The Last Hiccup,

In medical school, while Sergei was busy composing a paper on anxiety disorder, Alexander beat him to publication with an exemplary dissertation on the combined effects of triskaidekaphobia and coulrophobia. (Thanks to my dictionary app on my iPhone.)

The Last Hiccup is the story of Vladimir, an eight–year–old boy stricken with a case of the hiccups. Vlad’s hiccups have occurred for over a decade. Sergei Namestikov is the physician that has treated Vlad. The book is praised as, “A poignant and surreal fable about the nature of good and evil filled with a dazzling cast of characters … and millions of hiccups.

How about 2 words for the price of one?

Coulrophobia, kool-ruhFOH-bee-uh, noun. If you are afraid of clowns, you can call yourself coulrophobia.

Meredith says,

While I’m not coulrophobic, I find clowns most distasteful and unnecessary.

Christmas stories. ‘A Christmas Carol’ and ‘The Selfish Giant’

Olga offers for our enjoyment two great author’s and their Christmas stories.

Just Olga

Hi all:

Normally on Fridays I bring you new authors and books, but today, as we’re in the Christmas week, I though I’ve bring you some classics.

First, Charles Dickens and A Christmas Carol:

Author Charles Dickens Author Charles Dickens

There are many links to versions of ‘A Christmas Carol’, and many movie versions. I leave you a couple of the free ones:

In Project Gutenberg (including audio downloads):

I dedicated a post to Charles Dickens a while back, so if you want more information and links, here it is:

Author Oscar Wilde Author Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde is one of my all times favourites, as I think I’ve told you more than once. I love his plays, I think Dorian Gray is a marvellous novel and a complex psychological study of the main character and the society of the time (and I don’t think matters have changed dramatically for the…

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This is a good time to repost my journey in weight loss and my new philosophy.


I’ve read about the different body types, but I’ve never figured out what my type is exactly. I’ve morphed over the years more than once or twice. I recall dieting with my mom when I was a teen. I wrote about it in Heavenly Humor for the Dieters Soul. Over the years I’ve been up and down in weight. During child-bearing years I become an over – ripe plum. Later, taking diet pills, I became a volatile thin woman. I don’t remember feeling confident about myself until I was 45. I got involved in a franchise for weight loss and started learning about diets, behavioral management and image.

That didn’t keep me thin. When I remarried in 1990, I found myself content and eating like teenager. My last weight loss came when I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes in 1992. I had the benefit of a nutritionist, and began to make permanent changes in my eating plan. Notice I don’t call it a diet anymore.

Still I don’t feel all that thin, even tho my California friends call me skinny! I’m not as occupied with my weight as I’ve been in the past, but I still I don’t feel good about my body. What’s up with that? I give myself pep talks. I remind myself that I’m acceptable to my friends, family and to my Heavenly Father.

God says he knew me before I was knit together in my mother’s womb; the hairs on my head are numbered; while I was a sinner He loved me. Those are powerful statements of love and acceptance to me. I won’t let those nasty thoughts creep in and destroy my confidence. I’ll remember my status with God and think of important matters at hand. Along with that I’ll continue to eat the wonderful fresh veggies and fruit I can get in CA year round!


It’s obvious to me when I read through some of my posts that I’ll never have a career in editing. It peeves me to the max to find errors. I appreciate it that those who read and comment on my writing are gentle and don’t point out my mistakes. Even with a proofreader app I still miss things. I’m impatient to write it and move on to something else. It would be better to write, wait an hour, a day even, then edit.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!

2012 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 3,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.