A New Plan

Good evening, dear readers. It has been my habit to turn on my computer as soon as I get up. First off I check the daily prompts and notifications from blogs I follow. For some reason “just a quick peek” at incoming e-mails ends up taking a good part of my morning. Who’d have guessed?

My energy level isn’t really high these days so, in order to finish my work-in-progress and do some serious housecleaning, I’m trying a new daily plan this coming week. I’ve already scheduled some posts for 8 or 8:30 am but I’m going to leave my internet alone until evening. Going online first thing will be a tough habit to break. Will I succeed or won’t I? But I fear unless I make some drastic change, my important writing may never get finished.

Now for some things more interesting than work habits. It may be -21 C as I type this, and the predicted high tomorrow is -22 C, but we can always dream of spring.

Cherry Trees

Glorious cherry trees!
Blossoms burst  forth in spring
to animate the bees,
inspire a thousand poets,
intoxicate the breeze.
Where would this old world be
without those cherry trees?

Interesting nature note from our yard:
I often toss organic kitchen trash like peelings, limp greens, carrots and such, into the poplar trees on the west side of our driveway. After all, these bits are biodegradable. Yesterday I tossed a sweet potato well past its prime — and flushed out a white rabbit. It didn’t flee in terror, rather hopped into the nearby field and seemed to be waiting. I wonder if this bunny has been dining on the greens I toss?

Canadian rabbit: David Mark — Pixabay

Memory Lane Visits

The Bloganuary question yesterday, which I never got to, was “Do you have a memory that’s linked to a smell?”

The Bloganuary question today is “Describe the happiest day of your life.”

Visits to Memory Lane seem to be immanent in these questions. IMMANENT was the Ragtag Daily Prompt word this morning. Not to be confused with IMMINENT, this word immanent means INHERENT or INDWELLING. Synonyms: essential, ingrained, intrinsic. A new word for me!

As to the first question, I thought of Avon Windjammer cologne. When I first met my husband and we were getting to know each other, he had this maroon furry pullover jacket, and he used Windjammer aftershave. I remember laying my head on his shoulder in that fuzzy pile and smelling the faint trace of Windjammer. I think I’d still recognize that scent.

As to the happiest day of my life, it would be hard to pinpoint because there have been many high points of joy along the way. Christmases as a child, carefree summer holidays spent with my siblings. The day our daughter arrived. One red letter event, of course, was our wedding. August 1970. And here’s one little memory snippet from that day.

Are you old enough to remember fluffed facial tissue flowers? We’d cut out a big cardboard heart to put on the front of the best man’s car, and the daughters of friends fluffed Kleenex flowers for days before the big event. In the morning we pasted them onto the cardboard, which our best man attached to the grill of his car. And of course we didn’t have quite enough, so my bridesmaid and I spent an hour or so that morning fluffing more tissue flowers.

We drove away from the church in style! Then sometime after the service but before the reception we got a nice little shower, just enough to water our flowers. 🙂

Why Write?

The Bloganuary question today: Why do You Write?

Why do I write? God only knows.

You know, that may be as good an answer as any other.

Oh, I could give some down-to-earth reasons: I write to inform, to share images and concepts, to communicate, to give others a smile. I hope to entertain through the stories I write.

I may have altruistic reasons: a desire to improve the lot of my fellow human beings. Think of Charles Dickens. His stories had a huge impact on the attitudes of his readers. Through his writing, this one man effected a great change in the society he wrote for.

I write because I’ve met our Father, and hope to share with other children what I’ve learned about him. Tell them He’s not an amorphous, indifferent force somewhere in the universe, but a divine Parent who can, and wants to, speak with us and guide us.

I could give some self-centered thoughts: I have opinions and want to share them. Because, like most other folks on this planet, I think I see issues clearly. Or I may dream of gaining a name, respect, some dough. Alas, fat chance!

All the above may factor into why I write but if I were all alone on a desert island with a scribbler and a pencil, I’d still write. I’m an observer, a recorder, an enthusiast of interesting words.

I write because I’m hard-wired to write and to share my thoughts, just as some people are hard-wired to act. Some others on this desert island would be swinging an axe, felling trees, building a decent shelter. I’d be describing the trees, the flora & fauna, the moods of sea and sky.

Lastly…and this old autograph-book verse puts it so well:

Some people write for fortune,
some people write for fame.
I write to be remembered
so here I’ll sign my name.

The Sky, Once Fallen

The Bloganuary Challenge today asks the question, “How are you brave?”

My first reply was: I’m not. I’m a very fearful person by nature. Someone once said, “You’ve faced breast cancer (1980) and leukemia (2012 and now again.) You must be very brave.” However, a person steps into, or endures, different things simply because she has to. The option–in this case, dying–is unacceptable.

As to the question at hand: I suppose I could say I’m brave when it comes to THEORIES. Brave, or cynical, or maybe a heretic. If everyone around you has accepted a theory as absolute fact and you say, “Don’t believe it,” that makes you a heretic, right? Well, I don’t jump on “The-sky-is-falling!” platforms or panic at the current conspiracy theories.

For example, when we first heard about COVID-19 I read so many warnings, so many Spanish ‘flu comparisons and horrifying predictions. No influenza can be taken lightly. Yes, we need to take precautions, both for our own sake and for the sake of folks around us. But my thinking was: Let’s be sensible here. The sky is falling every day for someone — and there are a lot worse ways it can hit you than with COVID-19.

Husband and I had a discussion lately about Chicken Little’s tale. Chickens will very soon get into a panic and start flapping around; this tale likens them to humans responding to false alarms. One difference I see, though: chicken by nature may soon get agitated, but I doubt they enjoy this state. Humans, on the other hand, curiously enjoy the frisson of being terrified and/or put in a panic. (Check the bestseller list if you don’ believe me.)

Media folks have tapped into this basic human desire for excitement and made lucrative careers from agitating and scaring people. But I wonder: can the blue sky above, once everyone says it’s fallen, be too hard to see again? Can common sense, so often buried by fear, be hard to take hold of again?

I’m afraid of wild animals, difficult situations, menacing strangers, people being upset with me. But theories and giant conspiracies, I can face bravely.

Path to the Goal

The Bloganuary challenge today asks:
What is something you want to achieve this year?
I see there are 73 responses to date.

Hmmm.. I thought maybe the Bloganuary challenge would be more stimulating. Writer’s Digest suggestion for today: What are your New Year’s resolutions? Take one and create a fictional story surrounding it.

What do I want to achieve? I think everyone at the beginning of a new year asks themselves this question. Very Efficient People say you should ask it every morning — before you turn on the computer — and make a list. Goals for Today.

Our preacher this morning started his sermon by asking if any of us made a New Year’s resolution. The stats on folks who made a resolution and KEPT it, he said, is about 8%. Abysmal! My few are more like New Month resolutions:
–deal with WP issues (mentioned that already)
–no e-book purchases in January! (made enough in Dec to keep me reading awhile)
–write shorter blog posts (divide long-winded rambles into two)
–finish the book for teens I started long ago (started editing my ms that last month)

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: word is PATH

“The road of life’s a winding road that twists and turns its way
through joy and jubilation, disappointment and dismay…”

J.M. Robertson from the poem Life’s Highway

The path of my life is going to wind through the doors of the Cancer Clinic, likely next month, since my CLL is getting more active. I’m very thankful there is a treatment, though.

Our front sidewalk and the narrow, shoveled-out path leading from the house to our garage are like tunnels now, with two-foot snowdrifts on either side. We’ve had heaps of snow since Nov 7th. the sloughs will be full this spring!

Image: Alain Audet — Pixabay