holiday

Well, this is unusual: a holiday (day off!) mid-week instead of on a Monday.

This is not unusual: I did not set my alarm but was awake at 4:22 and couldn’t get back to sleep. Stupid shoulder.

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Oh, well. I grabbed my laptop, Bible, bullet journal, and books and settled into my favorite chair in the living room. A quiet house (and a clean house!), a cup of coffee. Not bad. Perfection, actually.

No plans for the day ahead other than some rest and relaxation.

Happy Independence Day to you!

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happy new year

I’m not as sad to see 2016 go as so many folks are. For me personally, 2016 was one of the good years: My granddaughter was born, we moved into our new home, and peace and healing came to my family. But I am glad for the fresh start of a new year. It’s a good opportunity to revisit some abandoned disciplines, regain some self-control in taking care of myself, and evaluate how I’m spending my time.

In this new year, I’m also planning to read more from my own shelves, improve my knitting skills, and write a little more. Sounds like the best laid plans of mice and men, right? No, I won’t meet all my goals, but I’m a firm believer that I have better odds of moving forward if I have  something ahead of me to move towards.

Thank you for sticking around for the random posts that appear here from time to time! I pray you have a peaceful 2017.

Happy New Year!

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random thoughts

~ Taking a photo of cars (license plates) going slow in the left lane and then posting them to a website: If this is not a thing, it should be. Let’s out these inconsiderate, oblivious menaces to good order.

~ Really, my commute is very easy. But some days it’s a battle.

~ Those little chocolate chip cookies from Trader Joe’s. Totally addicting.

~ Tieks are awesome. I finally got a pair, and they feel so good. Yes, they’re pricey, but I’ve learned that the shoes I spend money on last me a lot longer than cheap ones. And the older I get, the less I’m willing to tolerate uncomfortable shoes. Modern Mrs. Darcy’s recent review is what prompted me to finally try a pair.

~ Every year around this time, I vow to do my Christmas shopping throughout the following year so I don’t get myself into the same old mess. One day I’ll learn.

~ Some people are very difficult to buy for. (Yes, I ended that with a preposition. It happens.)

Gotta run,

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lately

Things have been busy but good around here. Most notably, Paul and I traveled to Tennessee last weekend to have Christmas with my children and their families, along with their father and his wife. It was a wonderful time of celebrating together, and all of us were grateful for the healing and grace that allowed us to gather. My daughter and her husband hosted us for a delicious meal, and my sweet granddaughter was passed around and cuddled. She’s a gift!

 

I knitted some gifts this year. Below are a scarf for Anna, and a cardigan for Kenna. I forgot to take a photo of the scarf I made for Caroline:

(I couldn’t resist getting Kenna some skinny jeans! Jersey-lined, with an elastic waistband!)

We continued our tradition of visiting McKay’s, and I finally stopped by Genuine Purl and picked up a skein of yarn I can’t get locally. We also had some Mojo Burrito.

Outside of Genuine Purl, these leaves took my breath away:

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Caroline cut my hair, too! I got the luxury salon treatment and a new do! (Photo by Caroline – @haircrash on instagram):

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We gave the kids record players! (totally Paul’s idea!). We celebrated to the sounds of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin:

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Paul washed dishes, and I snuggled sweet baby girl:

I’ll leave you with this one (photo by Will). It cracks me up every time I see it!

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Gotta run — super busy Saturday!

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bittersweet

Some of you know some of my story — of how my husband of twenty-two years insisted on walking away from our marriage. This happened over four years ago, and sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s my story. Friends have encouraged me to write more about that experience and what I’ve learned, but it’s really hard for a variety of reasons. First, it’s not only my story. It’s also my children’s, and I’m sensitive to that and to the fact that he is their father. Second, I don’t want to overshare, and I don’t want to dwell. And, honestly, it still stings. But I think I should share what I can, because I remember how very desperate I was for every morsel of encouragement and hope when I was in that deep, dark valley. If my story can help someone else, I’m selfish to keep it to myself. So if I can figure out ways to put my thoughts together, I’ll share them here from time to time.

One of the things I’ve found curious as I’ve moved through these past years post-divorce is how my previous life seems like it’s not my life. Everything I found out was such a shock, such a complete and total up-ending of the life we built for over two decades, that I really don’t know what was real and what wasn’t. I’ve questioned everything.

But as I decorated the Christmas tree last week and unwrapped hundreds of mementoes collected throughout all those years, I was reminded that YES, I did live that life. It happened. The memories are real. I really did visit those places, make those friends, worship in those churches, make a home over and over again. I cared. I loved. I didn’t just dream it. And even thought that life is gone now, I still remember.

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so many memories of our 8 years in Hawaii on the tree

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evidence of my brief foray into smashing plates and making ornaments

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a souvenir from our 2 years in Japan

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I bought this one in my favorite city — London

So I decorated the tree feeling that now ever-present sense of bittersweetness. I felt sorrow but I wasn’t crushed by it. I took joy in remembering and was thankful for that. Surely that’s progress, right? I can’t take credit for the progress, but I know the One who can.

If you’re where I found myself about four years ago, or if you know someone who is, I can tell you that it gets better. It’s not a straight line, but more like a crazy stock market graph with lots of highs and lows. Pain hits at the oddest times , and it still hurts to say “ex-husband.” But God is always good and faithful, and I’ve found that He comes through for me. It’s often not in a way I expect or even want, but He’s faithful. Even when I’m hanging ornaments on a tree.

This I know.

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saturday

It’s my third day off in a row from work, and there’s still one more to go! And it’s starting off well — coffee and reading in bed. And — true confession — watching a variety of Kick Six videos. (This one is a classic.) I never get tired of that!

Yesterday I decorated the house for Christmas, and Will came in for the weekend. Today my big plans include watching the Auburn/Alabama game with him on the big screen.

(I’ve got soooo many blog posts in my head, including one I mentally composed while decorating the Christmas tree yesterday. But today is unlikely to be a day I can actually put those thoughts to virtual paper.)

Thanks again to all of you who have encouraged me to keep blogging. I’m amazed that anyone reads what I write, and I’m surprised that you have stuck around through my blogging famine. I really appreciate it!

Happy Saturday, y’all! And Waaaaaar Eagle!

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weekend of chill

I cannot tell you how very much I needed and am enjoying this three-day weekend, but I’m going to try…

Remember the insomnia I recently lamented? Well, Friday and Saturday nights I slept all the way through, and then some. And last night, although I did have some awake time in the wee hours, I went back to sleep until 8:30 this morning! I’m beyond grateful for good sleep. If you sleep well on a regular basis, stop right now and thank God for that gift!

I’ve been productive in a few things (laundry, grocery shopping, finishing a scarf), but mostly I’ve rested and relaxed and knitted and read and watched tv and celebrated Paul’s birthday (Saturday) and Valentine’s Day.

I kicked off the weekend of chill by knitting:

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On Saturday we celebrated Paul’s birthday with dinner at Ted’s:

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And on Valentine’s Day, we went to church, looked at houses (we’re trying to find one to buy), then went to a nice dinner at The Edison:

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And now on this Monday morning, it’s nearly noon and I’m still in my pajamas. I slept in, spent time reading, drinking coffee, and visiting with my stepson. I’m about to pull out the knitting again.

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So the weekend of chill continues. It’s wonderful.

Happy Presidents’ Day, y’all!

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goodbye 2015

I’m not sad to see it go, but I’m grateful for all the ways God showed Himself faithful to me. He’s good.  All the time.

I love fresh starts: new planners, new projects, and new habits to acquire. And I love that although I can’t begin to guess all of the unexpected things that will happen in the coming year, my faithful God is Lord of all.

Happy New Year to you and yours,
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this Christmas will be a little different

candleTrue confession: This year, in a huge departure for me, I’m not really decking the halls. We’re currently renting, and much of our stuff is packed up. All of my Christmas treasures are in a mini-warehouse, and this year I just don’t have the energy to go through all the boxes, decide what can fit in this house, and haul it all around. So Paul came home with a tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree and a couple of poinsettias the other day, and that will pretty much be the extent of it.

(Right now, I’m listening to my Christmas playlist, enjoying the Salted Caramel candle from my son and his wife, and drinking a cup of coffee.  It’s pretty nice.)

I’ve decided that I’m okay with that this year, and my people tell me they’re okay with it, too. I’ll really enjoy the next time I can pull out the Christmas china, my Santa collection, the needlepoint stockings, and put the hula-dancing Santa on the tree.

Having a merry little Christmas,

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