Wondering

Thinking about starting to post again - sure has been a long time.  it would be fun to add this to my daily rituals. We will see.

Once again

This morning when I got up (at nine, I must admit) it was 15 degrees, but things are supposed to change and get warmer as the day goes along. It has been a cold Nebraska winter, at least for me. I have lived in Nebraska for five years and this is the coldest winter I have experienced. Being from Maine I am used to cold weather, but somehow when it is cold it feels colder here in the Midwest. Maybe it is the wind or not as many trees to shelter and surround.

I think a lot about blogging, but I never seem to get to the computer and actually do it. I have been trying to keep a journal and exercise - New Year's resolutions and have done quite well so far.

I have a few blogs I read everyday. Just recently I started reading a blog about a family who has taken in a family member who is dying of cancer. It is getting close to the end. I admire how that family is dealing with it and the eloquence in which the writer shares that journey. This morning I read her post and there was a video of a group of Buddist priests who came to the house to chant and pray with Judi, the person who is dying. The internet allows such sharing and I found it moving. I was struck by how different it was than if it was a Christian lying there - but then again, how the same. We all come together to be with our loved ones - we keep vigil, we acknowledge, we mourn - even before the actual dying takes place.

I have been following this blog and feel like I know the family (a little) and I have seen pictures of Judi over the last few months. At the end of the video the person who put it together put up a picture of Judi when she was well. And, with the praying in the background I looked at the healthy Judi - the vital woman she was before becoming ill. I hope in some small way I honor her by being a witness.

The View I don't like - Elisabeth

Oh brother. I just wrote a lovely blog about my dislike for Elisabeth from "The View" and for some reason it didn't not go through. Now I am tired and do not want to try to retrieve it from my flagging memory. So, here it is, I do not like Elisabeth from "The View" and I don't think Joy does either - even though they all profess to "love" each other....

The View I don't like - Elisabeth

I watch The View, in actuality I watch quite a bit of TV. I am very thankful for our DVR, because I can watch more in a shorter time. I watch The View's hot topics and not much more of it - so It only takes me about 20 minutes to catch up.

Elisabeth drives me crazy! I have not met anyone yet who enjoys Elisabeth, even if she is representing the conservative view (which Sherry represents too, but in a kinder nicer way).

Each Tuesday I talk with my sister in Maine. We usually talk for about an hour and a half. Many Tuesdays we take part of that time to rake Elisabeth over the coals. Do they keep her on the show because she is controversial? Why does she get to me so much. I don't have that reaction to other conservatives - at least not many.

Back to blogging

I am going to start again and try to blog at least twice a week. I don't know what happened, but I was going along great and then....nothing. So, I am back. I am on Facebook now and trying to learn about that - it is hard to keep up with everything.

My first Friday Five

So how about we share five "heavenly" things? These can be serious or funny or a combination of the two.
What is your idea of a heavenly (i.e. wonderful and perfect):
1. My idea of heavenly is spending time with my family and traveling. If we can combine that it's the best. We are going to California this April with my daughter and her husband - heavenly.

2. Song or musical piece: I love all kinds of music and I love to sing. Recently listening to gospel music in the car when we are traveling is the best. We turn it up loud and sing along, even if we don't know the words.

3. Gift: For me, many times little gifts are the best - little things that someone has picked up because they thought of me. Sweet Spirit gave me a little stone penguin as a gift and I just love him.

4. You choose whatever you like-food, pair of shoes, vacation, house, or something else. Just tell us what it is and what a heavenly version of it would be: I guess my home in Maine - going there and feeling comfortable and relaxed (that is a hard place right now - long story)

5. And for a serious moment, or what would you like your entrance into the next life to be like?What, from your vantage point now, would make Heaven "heavenly?": I would like to enter the next life without fear and with anticipation of a knowing that I do not possess now. And being able to experience (however that might be) loved ones who have gone before.

Sheetrock

I haven't been sleeping very well lately. We are having a sun room added onto our home. This is special for us, since we have only been married four years and I moved into Loving H's home, we are slowling making "his" home into "our" home. The workmen come early in the morning and it has been hard getting up early (and dressed) each day. I seem to worry in my sleep that I will not be up and ready - hence, it is interfering with my rest time...

Dan and Nate are our main worker fellows and they coordinate the sub-contractors. Loving H works nights, so when he comes home in the early morning hours he unlocks all the doors so the workers will have access. There is a lock box on our front door knob with our keys locked inside, so if we are not home Dan and Nate can get into the box and unlock our doors. One morning we did unlock the back door, but forgot the front door and the garage door (where they have their tools stored), so as we were lying in bed we heard Dan quietly unlock our door and creep across the floor to get to the garage door.

Yesterday Dan told us the men who were to put up the sheetrock would be coming today. This is an exciting step - getting the inside walls up. I have tried very hard to be up and dressed by the time the men arrive each day - never knowing if they will be there or not. This morning Loving H got home his usual time and I was (for once) dead to the world when the doorbell ding donged, not our regular guys, but the sheetrock guys. Oh my goodness - it was 7:30 and there they were - seeing me with hair standing all on end and me in my fleece jammies. It was a humbling experience, but the walls are looking great.