Just a Thimbleful...

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"Muscadine Vine Swing"

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It's New Year's Eve.

I have a bottle of wine.

I have a thimble.

I'll have a thimbleful for medicinal purposes. My back hurts.

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Thimble 1: Ate 10 Jeno's Pizza Rolls (they're SO small!)

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Thimble 2: Made 4 of the cutest little chicken pot pies with some leftover chicken (put in freezer for later).
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Thimble 3: Facebook friend's post asked "What to do on NYE that doesn't involve drinking?" and I'm thinking of answering - "What a silly question!"
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Thimble 4: I saw Oprah on tv and thought - "Girl, you are looking HOMELY - you need some work done!"
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Thimble 5: Seriously considering signing myself up on eHarmony.com
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Tjshnef 6: Now I know why those old broads on The Andy Griffith Show were always so flippin' happy with their thimbles!
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NINE: Oh my goodness, it's 8:00pm! I need to get to bed!
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Happy New Year!
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P.S. Don't forget to find the "funny" in every day! Blessings for a wonderful year!

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It's Raining...

"Alone"

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It's raining. A slow sleepy dripping on the roof that makes me want to go back to bed - but it's 2:30pm and I feel obligated to be productive. My current goal is to paint the livingroom. I moved a bookcase out of the livingroom last night - into the back bedroom. Books are stacked on the floor. One picture is down. One chair askew. The livingroom begs me to paint it, yet I balk. I have been totally unproductive since Christmas. I want to blame it on the long road trip I took, but I know I can't. Something holds me back. I have always despised laziness but it has occurred to me that maybe I am just being lazy.

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We'll see about that. I'll let you know how the paint job comes out...

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Blessings for a happy day!

Joanne

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"My Little Cabin"h

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"In my Father's House are many Mansions."

I hope yours is next to mine!

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When Grief Comes to Call...

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Grief doesn't come and go.

He mostly stays.

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He is like a stranger who comes to call.

A big nasty stranger with mud on his shoes.

Someone frightening - someone you would not normally let into your house.

But he doesn't even ask - he opens the door and walks through you - like in a nightmare.

He picks your favorite chair and props his feet on the coffee table.

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You don't like this uncomfortableness in your home

and hope this stranger will leave right away so you can get on with your chores.

But he moves in without even asking your permission,

claiming closets and bathrooms and dresser drawers and even your secrets.

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Un-invited, he sits in the chair beside you

no matter which chair you choose.

He watches you undress.

He watches you eat.

He hears you laugh and rushes to make you bite your lip to stop.

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He mocks you when you pray.

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And he stays.

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FAMILY AND COMPANY

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A long-ago television commercial sticks in my mind. Some specifics I have forgotten - I think Florence Henderson was selling Jello - but I'm pretty sure of one of the lines:

"Treat Your Company like Family and Your Family like Company."

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I had an aunt and uncle who always treated me like company. Aunt Agnes and Uncle Cecil treated me like I was a real person - not just some little girl who was in the way. Sometimes, on Friday night, I would get to spend the night at their house. Aunt Agnes liked to stay up real late and work on her "paint-by-number" pictures. It seemed like she was always working on one of these and it was always a painting of Jesus. She worked at the kitchen table. I would stand by her side and watch her carefully paint each tiny numbered section. A printed puzzle on a big board, tiny pots of paint, and Aunt Agnes' steady hand. She said many times, "I'll betcha this is harder and takes up more time than somebody just slinging paint on something without having a pattern to go by." She would paint and talk at the same time. Oh the detailed stories she could tell! I was fascinated and loved my visits there!

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On Friday nights, Uncle Cecil liked to "take a drink". But he never bothered anyone like some people do when they get too much whiskey in them. Uncle Cecil had never learned to play a guitar, but on Friday nights, he would get his guitar out of the closet, put a Johnny Cash album on the record player, and sit on the couch, strumming the guitar and singing along with Johnny. I would stand by the doorway of the living room and peek inside, watching him enjoy Friday night.

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I drove to Mississipi to see my aunt and uncle a few years ago. Uncle Cecil was in the last stages of cancer's ugly grip. The minute I got inside, Aunt Agnes started telling me a story, as though she had left off telling it yesterday. They had moved to Mississippi from Alabama many years ago, but I recognized so many things in this house. Whatnots, family pictures... Two things caught my attention at once. Two oil paintings hung on the wall. One was The Last Supper. The other was a portrait of Jesus. I said, "Oh my goodness - I remember when you were working on these!" And just as though she was still in that little kitchen with a paint brush in her hand, Aunt Agnes repeated what she always said over thirty years ago: "I'll betcha this was harder and took up more time than somebody just slinging paint on something without having a pattern to go by."

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I cherish my memories of those who took an interest in me when I was young. I hope you have some good memories too!

Movie Reviews!

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I haven’t been sleeping well, so I’ve decided to review some movies for you:

“Australia” – Good story, but why do they have to put Nicole Kidman in EVERYTHING? That close-up shot of her contact lenses in the party scene was just creepy.

“Valkyrie” – I used to like Tom’s movies. I stopped liking Tom. Now I like Tom again.

“Seven Pounds” – Will Smith, WHAT were you thinking to do this? You are on some kind of hero kick, for sure. Too many body parts to be believable.

“Taken” – Oh My Goodness, it’s good!

“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” – Haven’t watched it. I may be the only woman on the planet who doesn’t think Brad Pitt is attractive. There – I said it. Plus, in every movie I’ve ever seen him in, he sounds like he is reading his lines. There – I said that too. Well, except for one: Burn after Reading. (I watched that one to see Clooney because he’s just too adorable.) That script was a perfect fit for Brad. Dorky, dumb guy. (He married that tattoo girl – need I say more? However, I do think she is a good actress.) Okay, I digress. You watch Benjamin Button and tell me what you think. The storyline is too creepy for me.

“Quantum of Solace 007” – More of the same, but would have been better with one of the other boys. Daniel is no Sean or Pierce.

“I’ve Loved You So Long” – Pretty Darn Good

“Last Chance Harvey” – Awww, I love Dustin Hoffman. It went on a little too long and Emma Thompson walks like she is nine months pregnant (what was up with that?), but what a sweet movie!

“Slumdog Millionaire”– Magnificent!

Okay - more later!

Try to Find the FUNNY

"The Bride Wore Tube Socks"

Do me a favor.

Do yourself a favor.

Try to find the “funny” in every single day.

Even Abraham Lincoln once said:

“Were it not for my little jokes, I could not bear the burdens of this office.”


Hope your day is filled with FUNNY!

MY PROFILE. . .

In the event that I am ever incorporated into the game of “Trivial Pursuit”, following is some information about me that is a “must have”.


I believe I am a complicated person.

In fact, a couple of people I worked with, on different occasions, told me I was complicated and went on to say that they were trying to “figure me out”, but had not yet done so. I took that as a compliment because I find it rare that anyone would care enough about someone to spend time trying to “figure them out”. I think this must be the reason my husband stayed with me for so long – he must have liked that about me. In fact, he said this to me many times, now that I think about it: “Jo, I CANNOT figure you out!” (Oh - I miss that so much!)

Although I have always felt there was something else I was meant to do, I was a manager at a large corporation for an entire career. That worked out quite nicely. For part of my life, however, I had a secret desire to be a cashier. As a child, I was fascinated by cash registers. Then, everybody got rid of the old cash registers with the delightful-sounding clackety keys and I lost that desire.

Sometimes now, I have a secret desire to be a waitress. I am a pleasant person and some people seem to enjoy my company, and my family has ALWAYS enjoyed having me do things for them, so I fantasize that I could rake in large tips. Then I remember that I have been known to trip over my own feet, so I probably need to stop thinking about this.

I think I have a very strange sense of humor. I try to “find the funny” in everything, and usually do. However, I have never learned to appreciate bathroom humor (and I hope I never will).

I have been known to cuss, but I have just about given that up altogether, as I realize that it never accomplished anything whatsoever.

I believe I would enjoy dancing – but have never had anyone to dance with. My husband didn’t care for such nonsense – so I really don’t know why I have this belief. (And then there’s the tripping-over-my-own-feet thing…)

Candy I like: Orange slices - any brand as long as it is fresh. Malted milk balls - Brach’s brand only.

Things I like: Clean Sheets

People fascinate me. As a child, I would rather have listened to an older person tell a story than to play outside. And I loved playing outside!

It is my goal to improve myself each day – even in the smallest way. I want to “let my little light shine” and be a blessing to everyone I meet. It is my wish to learn to love others completely and without judgment because, I think, after all is said and done, it is the only thing that matters.


Oh – and I love that little saying that I saw posted the other day:

“Jesus knows me – this I love.”



Note: If you ask me about myself tomorrow, I will probably write something completely different. But I suppose that is because I am really just like you – complicated.

...to be Loved....

"My Quiet Place"

I’m sitting in my favorite spot – my swing on the back porch. Today isn’t exactly like the ‘good ole days’ because I’m not SWANGING and eating chocolate pie. Today, I have my laptop on my lap (instead of pie).

I have a vine that has wandered up the porch posts from several feet below. It’s called a Carolina Jasmine. If you GOOGLE this vine, you will find that its description says it will climb to heights of more than 20 feet in its quest for sunlight. It is true that it will climb, but I tend to think it is because the plant is also in search of a place to "belong". If you get close to one of the tendrils, it will reach out and gently nudge you - in a soft, loving kind of way.

Everyone…everything…just wants to be loved!

Hope you will get – and give – lots of hugs today!

Blessings!
Majo

Homeless?

Of all the articles about grief that I have read this past year, the one that stuck with me was the one that told me I am miserable because I am no longer with the person who DEFINED me.

Okay – so maybe that is it - the answer to this sorrowful plight. So, if it is the answer, now what?

Could it really be true that I don’t know who I am anymore because I WAS who I was because we were together? Now, who am I? How do I feel? I don’t know how to say how I feel. What’s the right word? Today it struck me that maybe I feel like a homeless person. That would sound strange to someone who knows me because they can see I live in a comfortable little cottage. It is dry and safe. I can have anything I want to eat. I have more clothes than I need. Homeless? The word entered my mind because the feelings I have are those of a lost, helpless person, stumbling around, wondering things like how I ended up like this and what’s next for me and how the rest of my life is going to play out. Sure, I have gone back to work, and I have laughed – things I thought I would never do again. But something keeps nagging at me – wanting my life back the way it was. Nagging enough to keep me uneasy and uncertain and afraid. A bad dream isn’t just a bad dream anymore. I wake up to a second nightmare when I find myself awake and alone.

Why do I mentally insist that I want my life back when I know it is impossible? When I was not alone, there were days when it was so hard that I fantasized about being alone. (Yikes! Did I really say that?) And therein lies much of what makes my grief harder and more terrifying – those unresolved issues. The KNOWING that there were things both of us should have taken care of and didn’t – and now they are forever undone.

So I wander and wonder in this current “homeless” state, not comfortable in my own skin. I will wait for peace and acceptance of my "new normal".

Blessings to all!
Majo