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Today was awesome! I restructured my writing area, giving it the respect it deserves. Every non-writing related distraction was removed. Things are labeled, and all the writing books are even graphed within an Excel document laying out a five year reading plan. I started an interesting book called A Writer’s Book of Days, doing an exercise per day.  My parents gave me several wish list writing books for Christmas. “Be inspired”, they said. It worked!

The nerve of the day to be coming to a close on this! :) I will rest happily tonight knowing that there is a plan. Steps are being taken. Now, notice how people say they want accountablitiy but realllllyyyy don’t? That would probably be me more often than not. This year I decided to keep a blog tally of some baby steps.  Are you going to say your goals out loud this year?

Less of, more of

I used to set resolutions I would never keep, that seems to be more common than completion for most folks. This year the idea of less junk, more quality seems relevant to all areas. Instead of reality shows, how about reality living? Fewer cookies, more vegetables. More exercising…just because it feels good and is healthy…not just to lose weight. Dedicated time for what really matters to us, not wishing later we’d made the committment.

Less of, more of.  It applies to anything I can think of.

Do you plan for the new year? What are your goals this year?

Another year?

When we were kids, the grown ups would tell us to enjoy our youth- time flies when you are grown. Isn’t that the truth? In taking a minute to pause and realize, this the end of another year! It started out shaky and turned out very well for our family. A year can hold so much. This is the beginning of another round of days…

Emotionally there were times this year seemed to stand still, painfully stuck. I am grateful for the gift of scrapbooking though, it is a tangible reminder of just how much fun this year held as well.

It is humbling to stop and let it sink in how fast time is going. The older we get, the faster it really does seem to go. Maybe because we are so much more aware of the world around us.  1 year = 525,600 minutes in a year.  Were those moments spent worrying? Laughing? Planning? Working? Probably a mixture. This year I want to do less worrying. More playing. Even execute some planning. I want to make the most of those minutes. We aren’t promised another day, enjoy n-o-w.

It is interesting to wonder. Where will we be in a year? The last few days broght a nostalgic twang talking to old friends. Wondering what is would be like to have not moved away. Again, and again.
There is a sting of envy, along with the gratefulness of seeing  new places and faces. I couldn’t wait to fly growing up. Now we long to stay somewhere for good.Is this the place we will stay? Will this year bring roots or wings?

I’m in love

I have been married a long time, so I had to break the news gently to my husband. There is someone else. Our marriage is still secure, however my affection was poured out yesterday when—ladies, have you guessed?  I found the hairdresser.  I have had some good cuts since we arrived, but until yesterday not just the right magic. She got my hair, knew my vision…only better. I left with a full head of curls, curls I hadn’t seen in a gazillion years. Without a curling iron. Sigh. I told her “big hair”, she asked “When did you graduate?”  I might just never leave Indiana now. Goodbyes are too hard…

Looking for a few recipes to share? The first is a really rich and decadant treat. The second-Meringues- takes me back to my childhood where my Mom made these at Christmas. Enjoy…

Chocolate Dipped Coconut Balls

2 lb. powdered sugar

1 can sweetened condensed milk

¼ lb. butter

1 tsp vanilla

4 Tbsp. Crisco

16 oz. chocolate chips, semi sweet

1 lg. bag coconut

Mix softened butter, sugar and vanilla. Add coconut and milk. Make balls and put in freezer for 15 minutes. Meanwhile, in microwave melt chocolate and Crisco, stirring every 30 seconds until melted. Dip balls in chocolate, place on parchment paper until hardened, works best in fridge. Keep cooled until ready to share.

Peppermint Meringues

4 egg whites- be sure no yolk slips in!

¼ tsp. cider viniger

¼ tsp. salt

2/3 c. white sugar

½ tsp. peppermint extract

1 c. mini chocolate chips

Preheat the oven to 225 degrees. Line cookie sheets with parchment paper. In a large glass or metal bowl, whip egg whites, vinegar and salt to soft peaks. Gradually add sugar while continuing to whip until stiff peaks form, about 5 minutes. Fold in extract, then chocolate chips.  Drop by heaping teaspoonfuls, one inch apart onto the prepared cookie sheets. Bake for 90 minutes in the preheated oven, or until dry. Cool on baking sheets

 

I recently read this on www.everday-education.com and immediatlely emailed the author asking to reprint it here. It was so well written and surprising that it deserves to be shared. Thank you to Moira Allen for kindly allowing me to reprint it here! Please check out her website if you are intereseted in writing at http://www.writing-world.com/ —it is an amazing resource!

This Thanksgiving, my husband and I were deeply aware of the many things we have to be thankful for — chief among them being the fact that we are once again living in the United States.  As most of you know, we spent 15 months in England, pursuing (but not precisely living) a lifelong dream.  Those 15 months made us appreciate so many things that, as Americans, we take for granted.

Freedom, for example.  One thing I’ve always taken for granted is
that if a civil authority (e.g., the police) wishes to enter my
home, a warrant is required to do so, issued by a judge and only on
presentation of “just cause.”  Not so in England!  Any number of
“civil authorities,” including social workers, council
representatives, “wheelie bin police,” and quite possibly the
vegetable seller down the street can legally enter one’s home for
any number of reasons (including things like whether you’re
importing an illegal variety of potato — which admittedly wasn’t
something we worried about overmuch).

The latest furor, however, has arisen over a proposal to allow
authorities to enter the homes of parents who are home-schooling
their children, to “inspect” the premises and ensure that they are
“safe” for this very “vulnerable” segment of the population.
(Apparently a child is considered unsafe in the home only during
“school” hours, as there has been no proposal to invade the homes
of parents who send their children off to a public or private
school.)  But it gets even better; now the British government has
proposed to require any parent who wishes to home-school a child to
undergo a criminal records check, to ensure that the parent has “no
record of violence against children.” (Again, evidently only
parents who choose to teach their own children are considered
potential child abusers; just HAVING a child isn’t enough to arouse
official suspicion… yet.) Oh, and by the way, the parent has to
pay for a criminal records check, to the tune of approximately $300
(last time I looked; it may have gone up by now) — imagine paying
your government just to prove you have the right to educate your
own child!

Did I mention that our beloved newsletter editor home-schools her
daughter?  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have a potential criminal
on our staff, one who has already flagrantly defied the law of the
land by swapping child-care with a friend. (Yup, this is illegal in
England, because friends who swap child-care are receiving a
“benefit” for offering such care — that benefit being getting
their OWN child cared for in return — and they are therefore
operating a “business” without a license.  Presumably, too, it’s
illegal to watch your friend’s child without undergoing a criminal
background check — because ANYONE who is involved in any sort of
business or volunteer activity that might get them within 100 yards
of a child must have one!)

So, looking backward, I am thankful beyond words that I live in
this country, which has such interesting little things as a
Constitution and a Bill of Rights.  But what, you may be wondering,
does this have to do with WRITING?  Well, a lot, if you think about
it.

Because writing is, at the most fundamental level, about freedom.
Countries that wish to restrict the freedoms of its citizens
invariably get around to restricting the freedoms of writers.  One
of those things that I DO take for granted is the freedom to write
what I want, without fear of having someone knocking on my door
late at night — or worse, without the fear that someone has a
right not only to knock but to enter, without a warrant or anything
resembling “just cause.”

Governments that don’t like freedom don’t like writers — because
writers have this nasty tendency to tell the world all about what
their governments are doing.  Frankly, I sometimes get tired of our
press complaining nonstop about our government — but I will never
get tired of the fact that the press CAN complain!

There is no power on earth as important as the freedom to be able
to say, and write, whatever you wish.  There is no gift so great
for writers to celebrate in this holiday season as the freedom that
we have, at least in this country, to WRITE.  That freedom means
that we have the power to speak up about things that we don’t like
– and the power to demand and make changes to the world in which
we live.  It is the gift that makes the difference between being
“citizens” rather than “subjects.”  Many of us may never feel the
need to exercise the full power of this gift, but we should never
forget that we have it.  And we should also never forget those who
don’t.

It’s also something that we can pass on.  Whenever you help someone
develop their writing skills — whether it’s your own child, or
total stranger that you’ve met through an Internet writers’ group
– you’re passing on more than just the ability to craft a better
sentence.  You’re passing on a gift of freedom.

Here are some additional links to information that the author suggests might be of interest:

 

http://daretoknowblog.blogspot.com/

 

 

http://kellygreenandgold.wordpress.com/

Sweet moments

As I type, I hear the strains of “Frosty the Snowman” cheerfully playing on the radio. My daughters have Grandpa’s old-fashioned unit, and they are giggling as they listen and play chess.  These are the sweet moments, the day is coming to a close and I am achingly aware of how sweet they are indeed. Tonight I overheard a man telling his companion that he hadn’t bought a tree, and in fact couldn’t buy his kids a present until after Christmas if he was lucky. I felt so sad for him, and his children – as I pictured our own tree sheltering pretty packages from loving relatives.  He is one of countless in our country, our world. Pause tonight to make sure we look for- and thank God for these moments.

Feeling a little blue about not being at home in CA for Christmas got me thinking. It just doesn’t feel right not being with my parents. It causes moments of despair that they will not come here. Yesterday my pastor talked about how things disappoint us, don’t work out like we thought, etc. for Christmas. No one, he pointed out, could understand this more than Mary and Joseph. Their experience was nothing like they ever planned either…yet look what it brought.

My husband and I talked this over, and it is true that things aren’t always as hoped for. Even the best plans can bring bitter realities. We will not dwell on not being together any longer. If only we could, life would be sweet indeed. Our reality is that is not financially feasible. So, where does that leave us?

Celebratory! Yes- the girls are sad that G and G aren’t coming but they still have great anticipation. We are going to join them.  For most of my adult life, and for most of my children’s lives we have been together with our family. What a joy and blessing these times have been. The new reality is that they are 11 and 14 and we can’t recapture the magic of their younger days. No sorrow should be found. Indeed we should celebrate! My family was there for every first- how precious is that? They were together for Santa’s cookies, Christmas morning, stockings, tree farm visits, decorating. We all experienced those magical times together. No one missed out. Is that not something to celebrate? I think it is.

We will still have a special time this year, although a bit quieter. The focus has shifted with the age of the girls. We will go to church on Christmas eve and celebrate. Christmas day will bring peace and joy to our home, and I hope to yours. Our attitude influences what our environment to be. I choose peace. Christ’s birth will be what I strive to focus on- and that is the real cause anyway. It is time to celebrate.

Almost out of time

Several months ago, you might remember I decided to allow myself until the end of the year to get my writing groove on and just do it.  I think of it often, dream of what I will say “soon”-have great ideas I forget to write down.

 Yess-iiirrr—eeee!  The best ideas, at least I think they were. Lamely, I accept full responsibility for not following writing rule #1 to carry a notebook to actually record the ideas before they are gone forever in my nearing middle age mind! Somehow those months slipped away with none of my productive writing dreams accomplished. Jeesh, I am actually sort of relieved that some writing responsibility is coming my way.

There is actually a plan to do it three mornings a week for at least an hour at a time. Might not sound like much, but it will be. 12 hours a month will add up pretty satisfactorily.

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