Words Fail Me

I wrote a long post this morning. It sits in my drafts folder, waiting. For what I am not sure. Maybe it was 30 days of intense writing, maybe its the pandemic, or maybe I just have little to say coming together to form this roadblock.

This morning I realized how futile it is to try and force a blog post. It lacks authenticity. It smacks of some bizarre desperation. Writing generally flows easily for me, but this morning was not the case.

My thoughts are scattered. I cannot focus one one topic long enough to write anything coherent. Maybe it is because my house is in chaos. Today I am doing a deep clean in preparation for the days leading up to Christmas. I function must better when my world has order.

Did I say I function better when my world has order? Wow. As I write, I realize how much our world is spinning in chaos. Such an environment is not fertile ground for clearly thought-out writing. It even hampers off-the-cuff writing – for me at least. And the chaos is not going anywhere anytime soon.

It was almost one year ago to the day when I recorded and published the first of 100+ videos – one every day. I went back and watched those early videos and am toying with the idea of recording a new series. Not 100 days, but something to get the jumble of thoughts moving. Right now they are so stagnant.

For this moment though, I am going to put on Christmas music and get busy organizing what I can and enjoying a few thoughtless moments.


WDIIA – Monday, April 6, 2020


Pull up a chair and join me for another episode of what I am doing to maintain my sanity otherwise known as ’What Day is it Anyway’, brainchild of fellow blogger Linda Hill.

The weekend was pretty good. The sunshine really helps. I am able to spend some of my day outside soaking up the rays and the vitamin D. Gardening efforts are going well. My peas are getting close to the transplant stage and that’s exciting. My sunflowers are growing and just walking outside listening to the birds is therapeutic!

Over the weekend, I saw a few posts about National Poetry Month. I am not a poet, but I loved the book spine poetry and thought I would give it a go. It was amazing how the book titles really told the story of our current situation. Here’s what I posted on Instagram:


Okay bibliophiles, this is your moment. In honor of National Poetry Month, stack your books and tell a current day story with your book spines.  Write a poem if you like, or let your titles tell the story.

“What  are the rules for aging, when all hell breaks loose?
After the worst hard time of our life,
can we bounce back and celebrate a new earth?
Girl, wash your face and get ready to start anew.
Let this be the first step to a new and happy life.”

It was very therapeutic, so why not give it a try?

Today, I started a new writing class led by Patti Digh, a local author – Writers in the Pandemic. It is an affordable two week online class to write about the issues we are all experiencing. Today is the first day, so there is still time to join if you feel it would be helpful to you. (I am not sure if the free offer is still valid, as this is the second iteration of this course she offered. It is reasonably priced either way.)

Writers in the Pandemic

When we had all our floors redone two years ago, we packed up my keyboard and stored it. Hubby brought it out yesterday and it is another uplifting way to spend some time during the day. I am not a pianist. I put the headphones on and experiment just for me. It is a nice stress reliever.

I hope you are all doing well. I appreciate you all so much.


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Return of the Night Visitor

Day 211

I decided to get a quick blog out since we have a lot of running around on our calendar today. Tonight we will be attending our grandson’s spring band concert which is always wonderful. For a high school band, they are very impressive and the music selection is always enjoyable.

I woke at 6:30 a.m. this morning. The first thing I noticed was the pole for the bird feeder lying across the ground. I knew without a doubt what that meant. Our night visitor had returned. Bears are common in this area, although I would have thought there might be adequate natural food supplies out there right now. We learned two years ago that you cannot leave bird feeders out all night here.

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To be on the safe side, we took our pocket air horn with us on our morning walk. There was nothing to be seen. When we returned from our walk, I retrieved the card from the trail camera. There he was. A black bear. Most likely a couple of years old. He pushed over the bird feeder pole, found nothing, then went on his way. Look at the size of those paws!

Miscellaneous Catch-Up

  • I decided NOT to go on the writing retreat. I did some research and did not feel the facilitator was a good match for me. I felt the cost far outweighed the value.
  • Yesterday marked my first official day on Medicare. This represents a huge saving for us — at least so far.
  • For the last two or three weeks, every time I look at the clock the time is 11:11. My daughter told me that is a sign of angels being near. I like that. If you have something negative to say about that, keep it to yourself.
  • A meaningful rose produced a bud this morning. It is gorgeous and I know will disappear as quickly as it came.
  • The garden is doing well. We have a few blooms on the tomato plants, some tiny peppers on the pepper plants, small broccoli heads, and the radishes are coming up!
  • I saw what I thought were wild strawberries and I was so excited! Unfortunately, they turned out to be mock strawberries which may be an invasive species.
  • We saw our first black snake yesterday. Maybe he can take care of the moles that are tunneling through our yard.
  • Tomorrow I am going to stay with my daughter-in-law and my grandchildren for 3 or 4 days while my son is out of town. I see cooking and playing on my agenda.

There has been a lot on the news that weighs me down, but I am trying hard to maintain my perspective and focus on making a positive difference in my corner of the world.

Happy Thursday! Feel free to share your good news in the comments!


My Weekly Reader

Day 170

I sat with my 9 year old granddaughter as she did her homework last night. She had an exercise on the women’s suffrage movement. The article was in The Scholastic News. After her work was complete, we talked more about the history and she said “Grandma, how do you know so many things?”

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Sitting with her reminded me of receiving My Weekly Reader when I was in school. I remember looking forward to Friday when we all received our personal copy. I loved reading the short articles. I also remember one summer when we were given the opportunity to receive it at home over the summer. I am sure it was a stretch for my parents’ budget, but I always looked forward to it.

My Weekly Reader was published from 1928 to 20012 according to Wikipedia. It was them merged into Scholastic News but eventually the Weekly Reader name was dropped.

In reading some recent blogs, there is some criticism on the content of the old Weekly Readers. I am sure the news was not written without the prejudice of the writers and editors of the time. Nothing has really changed about the news, regardless of our age. It is still a very fond memory for me.

I did explain to my granddaughter that my knowledge of our history comes from my curiosity and from reading. She looked up and smiled at me and told me she loved to read, too.

We both decided we should write to each other with an agreement we would always write each other back. I am not sure why I did not do this earlier. I always send our grandchildren cards, but a letter seems so much more personal.

Now, I am off to fulfill my end of the bargain. I feel good about encouraging her to read and write more. In this time of upbringing in a digital world, learning to sit calmly and express her thoughts seems like a great skill to have.

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Making Decisions

Day 95

I am trying to get back to some semblance of a routine. I’m looking forward to the future and all the things I am excited about.

Moving Forward

Becoming Mrs. Lewis
Next Up

We should be doing chores, but my mental capacity at this point is craving some soothing. Instead, I decided to blog early and then decide how I hope to spend the day.

Earlier today I signed up for an online book club. We live rather remotely and getting out to a book club meeting is not always feasible, especially if the weather is unpredictable. This book club meets online once a month and I think it would be a good way to read books that I may not otherwise choose for myself.

One of my co-bloggers mentioned a used bookstore in Asheville which I would love to go visit today if I can coax hubby into it. The atmosphere sounds peaceful and divine and the idea of perusing used books appeals to me today.

About My Writing

I am anxious to finish my online class with Margaret Atwood. I have learned a lot and have earmarked a couple of her books I want to read. I watched a lot of The Handmaid’s Tale but listening to her talk about her writing, I think I would like to read the book and see if I can pick up on the nuances.

I also found a three-day writer’s workshop to be held at a local college in July. It is intriguing but I wonder if I am ready to undertake such a thing. I might not hesitate except for the steep price for the three days. So, to you readers who are also writers yourself, drop me a comment and let me know your thoughts about writing workshops. I would love to read what you have to say.


This week should be rather cold here and there are early predictions of 3-5 inches of snow this weekend. It might be time to plan a few hearty warm soups and casseroles to go along with a few books on my reading list. I have selected the book I want to start reading tonight so I will be updating my Goodreads account later on this afternoon.

Moving on…

“Well, I always know what I want. And when you know what you want–you go toward it. Sometimes you go very fast, and sometimes only an inch a year. Perhaps you feel happier when you go fast. I don’t know. I’ve forgotten the difference long ago, because it really doesn’t matter, so long as you move.” 
Ayn Rand