My Mission Statement

I write to serve, to unite, to educate. I write to share literature and flesh out ideas that may be of interest to others. I write to document an emotion, experience, or a blip in time. My mission is to write in such a way that the reader is reminded that we can find humor in all situations. It's one of the great blessings of life.


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Please Forgive Me

The last week of crisp, autumnal bliss has moved me outside whenever possible and often far from my computer. While my pansies aren't planted just yet, I've begun to prepare for them. While I haven't obtained a pumpkin, I've been daydreaming about them for days. I'm in the early stages of settling into fall, but today I took a bold and big step: I wore my boots. Oh, how I love to wear boots and once they're on, you rarely see me without one pair or another until Spring. So was it too soon? I fear, perhaps, it was as the afternoon warms up. But maybe, just maybe, you'll let me get by with it. That is one of the glories of age, isn't it? I can let my eccentricities all hang out. Instead of when I am old, I will wear purple every day. When I am old, I'll probably have boots on with my bathing suit on the beach. Now that's something to look forward to.

I'm reading AN ABUNDANCE OF KATHERINES, by the author of the much-touted-by-me LOOKING FOR ALASKA. I'm thoroughly enjoying it so far, tempted to underline every other sentence. I'd like to curl up with it for the rest of the day, but alas duty calls. I have OM practice this afternoon, just a TCB thing, and I must go to the grocery store. Two of my neighbors are moving (one into the others' house), so I have dinner to take to them. If I were a really good neighbor, I'd go over there and haul a few boxes, but I'm just not that good of a neighbor. Too bad, huh? That's the neighbor I'd really like to be.

We're still not finished counting Sally Foster, but we're getting close, I think, I hope.

Everyone is tired and grouchy here after a busy week-end, so I've sent the four kids out into the yard with golf clubs and tennis balls. I'm counting on them not being very good shots. Last I saw, two of them were jumping on the trampoline while the other two tried to beam them with tennis balls. Ahhh...the wonders of childhood.

Well, this blog's about a whole lotta nothing, but I've missed you guys, so I thought I'd check in. Oh, and two more things.

1. I now have 10 (count TEN!) subs out. Isn't that good? That's been my goal to get to the point where I've got ten things circulating all the time. That doesn't count my weekly New Yorker cartoon caption contest.
2. I have a wonderful, clever aunt who owns a lovely company that I'd like to plug here and now. What is always the perfect gift, the perfect antidote to hard times, and the perfect house gift? Why, excellent and beautifully-packaged FUDGE, of course. I guarantee this fudge is the best you've ever tasted (especially the peanut butter fudge--truly the most amazing I've ever had, and I consider myself somewhat of an expert on sweets. Check out this website. I send her fudge for business gifts from my husband's office, birthday gifts for my brothers-in-law,etc. Check it out at www.waldenfarmsfudge.com . You know I wouldn't risk the integrity of my blog over some fudge. It's good stuff. Also, I'm going to add the link to my link list on the left. Have a great day!

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