Today I was reminded that attitude can break you or make things better. I was served at the Deli at Dillons ad my server was new to the job. She was nervous and being guided but she kept smiling. I smiled back and the tension eased on her part and I really never felt any. I complimented her on her smile before I left. I fear the next inline may not be not have been a smile maker as she had been tapping her foot and was standing with a angry set to her face when I left. How sad.
Left the store after checking out and playing with the four month old in the cart in front of me.She gave me a big burp and smile as Mom left the checkout line. Sort of made my day as seeing any young one happy can do. Finished loading my bags and turned to take the cart back but a smiling ma on his way in asked if could just take it with him. that made me smile too. The day has been good since.
I know I have written about how I do what I can do then let Him do it. But being brutally honest I sometimes do it without a smile and more of a is this really the way it has to been smirk. so while I am content with my choice I do not necessarily project that image. I am human but this summer I have not really planned it , but I am smiling more and using thank you and please more. I find that I get smiles and such in return often and that makes the day better. Now I am not a bouncing Pollyanna or Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Such inane giggling attitude is unreal and un-maintainable but I am doing a simple smile more than frown . Guess what you get smiles and hellos and more back. On the plus side though I may not get my way or everything I want. I am certain I get more than a frown would get me and even if I don't come out on top, My spirit is in a better place. Try smiling.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
morning buzz
No it is not a coffee buzz. this is my neighbor to the rear trimming trees for the third day. Believe me, he does not own that many trees,but this is the man who came into my yard without asking to trim my tree. I told him to trim his side of the 8 ft fence or ask me. Had he asked, I would have said yes,gladly but not that way. It was several years ago, and he has not done the invasion again. I remember I was polite( no cussing school marm polite) but firm.
People always surprise me. Most are great but those who think they are right and have the right to impose their action or views on me without discussion or consulting me are like gnats that attack you evening--small( in mind not size necessarily) and pesky. They need to be dealt with. Honesty, firmness and in extreme cases cessation of contact constitute successful methods of dealing with them. I could tell you stories but I won't.
At the moment the new fiction piece I am working on has me stymied. I know where it should go and am ready to go but there is a bump in the flow I need to fix first. The fix is out there just beyond my grasp but until it comes and is dealt with the story itself is at a standstill. hopefully it will float closer and let me grab it sometime today.
In the meantime I am reading the Longmire series and Julie Blackwell's cozy mysteries. I am also knitting,and this is a work in progress--30 rows out of 57 needed done before the next step on a felted messenger bag. I will get it done today or tomorrow so at least one goal can be reached and I can start the flap ( another 57 +rows). Life seems to be aeries of goals and small setbacks on the way to those goals at the moment. Ever have that happen to You?
Still my problems are so little in comparison to those others are burdened with that I can not gripe. I choose to dwell on the positives.I do what I can and let Him handle the rest. What is over is over,and what is to come is often not in our hands. We only need to handle what today brings with acceptance, endeavor, and Fortitude and most importantly faith.
Have a good day.
People always surprise me. Most are great but those who think they are right and have the right to impose their action or views on me without discussion or consulting me are like gnats that attack you evening--small( in mind not size necessarily) and pesky. They need to be dealt with. Honesty, firmness and in extreme cases cessation of contact constitute successful methods of dealing with them. I could tell you stories but I won't.
At the moment the new fiction piece I am working on has me stymied. I know where it should go and am ready to go but there is a bump in the flow I need to fix first. The fix is out there just beyond my grasp but until it comes and is dealt with the story itself is at a standstill. hopefully it will float closer and let me grab it sometime today.
In the meantime I am reading the Longmire series and Julie Blackwell's cozy mysteries. I am also knitting,and this is a work in progress--30 rows out of 57 needed done before the next step on a felted messenger bag. I will get it done today or tomorrow so at least one goal can be reached and I can start the flap ( another 57 +rows). Life seems to be aeries of goals and small setbacks on the way to those goals at the moment. Ever have that happen to You?
Still my problems are so little in comparison to those others are burdened with that I can not gripe. I choose to dwell on the positives.I do what I can and let Him handle the rest. What is over is over,and what is to come is often not in our hands. We only need to handle what today brings with acceptance, endeavor, and Fortitude and most importantly faith.
Have a good day.
Monday, July 8, 2013
So once again it has been awhile. I guess the blog suffers because I do not expose every aspect of my life on it. That is also why my twitter account is nearly defunct. Facebook become a bit political for me because I do not particularly like the way the nation heading with a do nothing congress that panders to the ultra conservative and overly rich. My Christian faith is based on Jesus loves me and the line that mentions the colors and the verse that says Judge not lest you be judged plus the one that follows that which is really scary as it defines what happens who judge in Jesus' place. Enough said.
Just because am not blogging does not mean I am not writing. I have started a new tale and am trying to work on the ya work a bit. Stymied on one I turn to the other. Maybe not a good thing. My story circle on line group helps me so much. I ever publish they will definitely get a strong thank you.
In other topics< I am putting up a little library in my yard. A student built mine and the rule is take one and leave one. It will be put up today or tomorrow. I am sorting books to put in. Basically they will be reads I have enjoyed but do not care to keep.Big concern is where to put it. Easy to get to but away from my ugs heads are the placement requirement. I know of one other in Hutchinson and everyone is welcome to visit mine soon.
That is all for now.
Just because am not blogging does not mean I am not writing. I have started a new tale and am trying to work on the ya work a bit. Stymied on one I turn to the other. Maybe not a good thing. My story circle on line group helps me so much. I ever publish they will definitely get a strong thank you.
In other topics< I am putting up a little library in my yard. A student built mine and the rule is take one and leave one. It will be put up today or tomorrow. I am sorting books to put in. Basically they will be reads I have enjoyed but do not care to keep.Big concern is where to put it. Easy to get to but away from my ugs heads are the placement requirement. I know of one other in Hutchinson and everyone is welcome to visit mine soon.
That is all for now.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
july 4,2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
july 3rd
Amazing last night no big booms were heard. In the past the week before the fourth has always been loud, and louder in my area. Maybe the new rules are being observed. Dogs are happier because of the subdued celebration. Yet I realize that the big night is still to come and then there is a wind down until Sunday. However a gentler celebration is nice after the 3 am hollering,music, and fireworks of last year.
Yesterday day I posted the beginning of something that has been playing on my mind for several days. Mind you that is all you my few readers will get until I finish it. So let me know if you love,like or hate it and why. It will help to chart the course of this tale.
Not much to write today.More tomorrow.
Yesterday day I posted the beginning of something that has been playing on my mind for several days. Mind you that is all you my few readers will get until I finish it. So let me know if you love,like or hate it and why. It will help to chart the course of this tale.
Not much to write today.More tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
new fiction
Hanna pulled the bright yellow bug to the side of the road and checked her gps once again. This was not a road; it was two ruts running through a wood. The gps still said turn here. Shrugging her shoulders, Hanna started the car and turned.
Bumping along the trail, she kept her eyes peeled for a simple cottage that was her new home. Once again she could not believe she had inherited a cottage and an annual income from an Aunt Tabby whose existence was a secret her mother took with her to the grave. Yet, it had come at the right moment to revive her after a bitter divorce which had also cost her job as a librarian in the small Kansas town which had been her lifelong home. Now she was the owner of a house in New England on the Atlantic coast near the Canadian border with an income which meant she no longer had to work plus an account to maintain the property.
The male voice of gps indicated another left turn which broke her thoughts as a break in the trees widened and a house came into view. It was two stories with attic dormer windows, built of stone.
Could this be the house? If so, it was not her idea of a stone cottage or the saltbox shingled home she expected. It sat near a cliff and the Atlantic could be seen and heard hitting the grey stone at the beach below. Hanna stopped the car and the gps announced ‘you are here”.
Hanna walked to the door. A brass next to the door read Seacliff cottage. Foundation laid in 1640. This was indeed her new home.
Hanna looked for the iron frog which held the house key and found it nearly hidden by the dried up sedum plantings. Lifting it she shook until the key fell into her hand and putting it in the lock opened the door to her new life. She expected cobwebs and dust as the lawyer had said Tabby had been ill for years, but the hall was pristine and furniture shone with recent polishing. Fresh flowers were in an aged crackled jug on the table and there was a note propped next to it.
Hanna,
Welcome to Sea Cliff. I am so glad that once again the house will live. My name is Mercy and I took the liberty of cleaning it and stocking the pantry and refrigerator once I knew you arrival date. Tabby taught me much about herbs and such and I feel I have repaid part of what I owe her by doing this.
I have also brought you a house cat as Seacliff always has had one and there seemed to be a mousey invasion in progress. She is a calico and oh by the way she is expecting. Seacliff kittens are always in demand in the village so relax.
The journals on the desk are the history of the house. I do hope you will read them. I will be over in a day or so to meet you.
Mercy Good.
Intrigued by the note and how this Mercy knew about her, Hanna was relieved not to have to hunt a grocer this first day. Another blessing was the house came fully furnished so no shopping until she wanted change and knew what it would be. Before she brought in her baggage, she decided to walk through her new home. The lower rooms were large and lit by windows and showed their older roots as each held a large fireplace and broad planked floors of yellow pine. The staircase to the upper floors was wider than normal in an older home so it had to been added later as had the upper story. Each of the bedchambers again had a fireplace, but the windows were larger and the glass no longer had blowers’ marks. Hanna felt she had to read the journals to know the history of the house. Finally approaching the attic door which she attempted to open, but it was locked. She made a mental note to ask this Mercy person for a key.
Dusk was falling when she went downstairs and went to the kitchen. The stainless steel appliances looked odd in a room that still had a spitted fireplace and a brick oven, but somehow the result was pleasant. A huge red ware bowl on the counter held apples of all colors, and the refrigerator was stocked with milk, water, sliced meat and cheese. Cupboards held cereals, spices, and other staples. Mercy had been efficient and Hanna was happy with the welcome the woman had prepared.
Leaning back against the counter Hanna relaxed as she ate a quick sandwich and waited for coffee to brew, she once again wondered how an unknown aunt had found her and provided for her. Life had not been easy the past year. Patrick her love of her life partner had not shared the idea of eternal faithfulness as she found out when she caught him on top of his married assistant principal who was on top of his wide administrator ‘s desk, and he was bitter, mean and resentful of her decision not to be satisfied with the status quo. Popular in their small Kansas town where he was a homegrown leader, she became an outcast and her teaching contract was not renewed by a school board whose head was Patrick’s uncle? She had managed to keep the bug and half the money from the house sale but six months later the money was low and no job was in sight. Facing an unknown future, the telephone call from her Aunt’s lawyer three weeks ago had been a ray of sunshine breaking the gloom on her life. Now she was here and ready to move on.
The sound of footfalls above her broke the reverie just as something jumped on her shoulder. A meow announced the arrival of the house cat who proceeded to wrap her warm body around Hanna’s neck for a few minutes before she flew to the floor to pace in front of Hanna. Mewling as she walked the cat wen from Hanna to the door and back again.
“What is it kitty? What do you want? Is something at the door?”
The mewling went higher in pitch and louder. Hanna went to the door and opened I, and a huge silver tabby waited there. Walking in the tabby called to the smaller calico and the cats began a dance of sorts rubbing an entwining tails while purring loudly. Hanna had to laugh at their antics until tabby sat infront of her as if to assess her.
“Okay , you are welcome here.” Hanna announced and the two cats took off in a game of tag me that seemed fated to cover the entire house. Still smiling Hanna went to get her baggage from her car. She stepped outside and was stopped by a large man at the door with her bags in hand. He walked into the house and turned.” You will be in the east room.” He announced and then went up the stairs. Hanna followed confused at this incident.
“Who are you? Why the east room ? I rather like the one with the windows to the south,”
“Owners always stay it the east room. It is the biggest.”
“ That makes sense ,but just who are you?”
“ Barid. I live in the guest house in the rear. Did they not tell you about me?”
Bumping along the trail, she kept her eyes peeled for a simple cottage that was her new home. Once again she could not believe she had inherited a cottage and an annual income from an Aunt Tabby whose existence was a secret her mother took with her to the grave. Yet, it had come at the right moment to revive her after a bitter divorce which had also cost her job as a librarian in the small Kansas town which had been her lifelong home. Now she was the owner of a house in New England on the Atlantic coast near the Canadian border with an income which meant she no longer had to work plus an account to maintain the property.
The male voice of gps indicated another left turn which broke her thoughts as a break in the trees widened and a house came into view. It was two stories with attic dormer windows, built of stone.
Could this be the house? If so, it was not her idea of a stone cottage or the saltbox shingled home she expected. It sat near a cliff and the Atlantic could be seen and heard hitting the grey stone at the beach below. Hanna stopped the car and the gps announced ‘you are here”.
Hanna walked to the door. A brass next to the door read Seacliff cottage. Foundation laid in 1640. This was indeed her new home.
Hanna looked for the iron frog which held the house key and found it nearly hidden by the dried up sedum plantings. Lifting it she shook until the key fell into her hand and putting it in the lock opened the door to her new life. She expected cobwebs and dust as the lawyer had said Tabby had been ill for years, but the hall was pristine and furniture shone with recent polishing. Fresh flowers were in an aged crackled jug on the table and there was a note propped next to it.
Hanna,
Welcome to Sea Cliff. I am so glad that once again the house will live. My name is Mercy and I took the liberty of cleaning it and stocking the pantry and refrigerator once I knew you arrival date. Tabby taught me much about herbs and such and I feel I have repaid part of what I owe her by doing this.
I have also brought you a house cat as Seacliff always has had one and there seemed to be a mousey invasion in progress. She is a calico and oh by the way she is expecting. Seacliff kittens are always in demand in the village so relax.
The journals on the desk are the history of the house. I do hope you will read them. I will be over in a day or so to meet you.
Mercy Good.
Intrigued by the note and how this Mercy knew about her, Hanna was relieved not to have to hunt a grocer this first day. Another blessing was the house came fully furnished so no shopping until she wanted change and knew what it would be. Before she brought in her baggage, she decided to walk through her new home. The lower rooms were large and lit by windows and showed their older roots as each held a large fireplace and broad planked floors of yellow pine. The staircase to the upper floors was wider than normal in an older home so it had to been added later as had the upper story. Each of the bedchambers again had a fireplace, but the windows were larger and the glass no longer had blowers’ marks. Hanna felt she had to read the journals to know the history of the house. Finally approaching the attic door which she attempted to open, but it was locked. She made a mental note to ask this Mercy person for a key.
Dusk was falling when she went downstairs and went to the kitchen. The stainless steel appliances looked odd in a room that still had a spitted fireplace and a brick oven, but somehow the result was pleasant. A huge red ware bowl on the counter held apples of all colors, and the refrigerator was stocked with milk, water, sliced meat and cheese. Cupboards held cereals, spices, and other staples. Mercy had been efficient and Hanna was happy with the welcome the woman had prepared.
Leaning back against the counter Hanna relaxed as she ate a quick sandwich and waited for coffee to brew, she once again wondered how an unknown aunt had found her and provided for her. Life had not been easy the past year. Patrick her love of her life partner had not shared the idea of eternal faithfulness as she found out when she caught him on top of his married assistant principal who was on top of his wide administrator ‘s desk, and he was bitter, mean and resentful of her decision not to be satisfied with the status quo. Popular in their small Kansas town where he was a homegrown leader, she became an outcast and her teaching contract was not renewed by a school board whose head was Patrick’s uncle? She had managed to keep the bug and half the money from the house sale but six months later the money was low and no job was in sight. Facing an unknown future, the telephone call from her Aunt’s lawyer three weeks ago had been a ray of sunshine breaking the gloom on her life. Now she was here and ready to move on.
The sound of footfalls above her broke the reverie just as something jumped on her shoulder. A meow announced the arrival of the house cat who proceeded to wrap her warm body around Hanna’s neck for a few minutes before she flew to the floor to pace in front of Hanna. Mewling as she walked the cat wen from Hanna to the door and back again.
“What is it kitty? What do you want? Is something at the door?”
The mewling went higher in pitch and louder. Hanna went to the door and opened I, and a huge silver tabby waited there. Walking in the tabby called to the smaller calico and the cats began a dance of sorts rubbing an entwining tails while purring loudly. Hanna had to laugh at their antics until tabby sat infront of her as if to assess her.
“Okay , you are welcome here.” Hanna announced and the two cats took off in a game of tag me that seemed fated to cover the entire house. Still smiling Hanna went to get her baggage from her car. She stepped outside and was stopped by a large man at the door with her bags in hand. He walked into the house and turned.” You will be in the east room.” He announced and then went up the stairs. Hanna followed confused at this incident.
“Who are you? Why the east room ? I rather like the one with the windows to the south,”
“Owners always stay it the east room. It is the biggest.”
“ That makes sense ,but just who are you?”
“ Barid. I live in the guest house in the rear. Did they not tell you about me?”
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