a warm, healthy, and peaceful holiday season
filled with gratitude and joy.
See you in the new year.
Yuletide lights twinkle
As we gather ‘round the tree
Wrapped in love’s ribbons
Remembering with fondness
Weaving next year’s memories
It’s August and the summer is flying by!
My backyard is beckoning.
It’s time for a technology break
as my hubby and I hunt Oregon waterfalls.
We need to get some yard work done too,
and honestly, these guys aren’t much help.
Time to join neighbors for the picnics and festivals
that we cram into our itty-bitty summer.
Wishing you many lovely days ahead.
I’ll “read” you in two weeks!
…often go awry.
Well, I’m back to blogging after 19 days away, and a little Steinbeck seemed appropriate.
My best-laid plans for a memory-making family reunion fell apart as my parents canceled at the last minute due to health concerns. That kicked off a bit of rushing around and a series of phone calls, new arrangements, and a beach rental we couldn’t back out of. Revised travel plans followed and, in August we’ll all head to my parents’ hometown in Colorado for another attempt. Airfare, hotels, rental cars, and long drives will end in a whirlwind visit since many of us used our vacation time for the reunion that didn’t happen.
But all was not lost…
When best-laid plans invariably
we cancel what we can
and with nothing pressing to do
we pack up and drive west
where too late to cancel
the beach house beckons
across the dunes of marram grass and wild roses
warm sand sifts like finely ground pepper
and the waves curl in hungry white ringlets
chase and soak us in our rush to shore
springtide cold despite the sun and kite-flying winds
we build drip castles with moats and bridges
a path for goblin scooters and pit for trapping zombies
guarded by trolls magicked into stone sentries
we collect crab claws and broken shells,
brittle sand dollars and mysterious arm bones
tea with cranberry honey and birthday cake ice cream
carousels, waffle cones, and oysters on the boardwalk
bonfires, chocolate and marshmallow s’mores
board games and card games, stories
where mermaids sing of magic potions and wings
before the tide fills our holes
sand on the floor, in our beds, between our toes
and nothing pressing to do but
eat well, laugh well, and sleep well
of best-laid plans
Turn off the laptop
The world waits beyond your screen
Honor life’s sweet flow
Last summer I wrote a post encouraging blogging breaks
(The Benefits of a Blogging Break).
I made a deal with myself that I’d take a week off every 3 months to relax, go outside, and reconnect with friends and family. Well… the last one was 6 months ago. Oops.
Deadlines are looming on the next two books, and it’s time for a little elbow grease! I’ll be offline for a week or so getting ahead of schedules, enjoying a little reading and a lot of sunshine (I hope).
Have a wonderful week. 🙂
This Adventure in Blogging requires time. A year ago, I remember thinking a once-per-month post was daunting…now I spend at least 4 hours a day blogging – reading and commenting, writing posts and replying to comments. It’s carved out of my writing time, so my books are traveling by horse and buggy versus high-speed rail.
But it’s my choice.
I’m grateful to have choices, to recognize that there are few things in my middle-aged years I MUST do. Long ago, when my life was harder, when my options seemed fewer, I still had them. Maybe working grueling hours while single parenting didn’t feel like a choice. Yet, even then, my attitude was within my control.
Life fluxes. Kids grow up and move out, and sometimes move back in. Grandchildren appear and suddenly I’m the lifesaver for stressed out new parents. The Overlord is two years old and Grammy is a hot commodity. Now my parents are reaching their mid-eighties and my time is stretching in another direction. Time passes and new choices roll out as they always do.
My parents are arriving in Oregon today and staying for a week to look at senior housing. I’ve done the legwork and pulled together appointments. The Overlord and his parents will be tenting in the front yard with the coyotes and my brother is flying in from the Alaska to “camp” in my writing room.
My mom is blind and loves to talk. My dad is losing his hearing (and too young for hearing aids) so we all talk VERY LOUD. I’m a terrible cook, which means meals are more like science experiments. We’ll all go for walks, drive to our little town for lunch, show my folks the area, and stay up late with the TV blaring.
I’m making the choice to breathe deeply, to relax, to laugh, to dedicate my energy to a gathering of loved ones that may not come again.
Needless to say, I’m making a choice not to stress about blogging for a week. I’ll miss you all. I’ll miss some great posts, lots of laughs, poignant stories, magical poems, stunning photography, and heartfelt connections. I will, of course, be back.
Have a great week. Wish me luck!