Tuesday, April 24, 2018


I have a confession to make.  I'm not living a writerly life.  It's Tuesday (again) and time to post an SOL story.  I have nothing (again).  Did I use all my good stuff in March? No, it wasn't that good.  BUT I did write everyday in March.  I knew I was going to have to pay attention to the world, noticing and noting, little bits and big ideas.  I was living the life.

Maybe I ran out of steam.  I was so into the writing this year with the SOL challenge.  Each day, I sat down with an idea and sometimes even a plan.  Most of the days the words were there waiting to be written.  It was a completely enjoyable experience!  I was proud of myself for being accountable to an ideal, this community.  I was feeling completely capable!

For the last couple of weeks, I've been hiding in shame - the complete opposite of my myself last month!  Why didn't I have anything to say?  How can I be so busy and have not noticed one thing to share?  Where did the words go?  Maybe I'm not cut out for this...

So, I'm sorry for letting go of my writerly life.  I promise to try harder.  My notebook will travel with me and I WILL WRITE!

Will you be holding me accountable?  Do you expect to see my back here on Tuesdays?  Are you interested in what I have to say?  I think so.  I think you are out there.  So, I am counting on you to count on me.  I know I can do this... 

See you next week, friends.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

The End, But Not Really

Well, we did it.

I did it.  I completed a goal, executed a plan, checked a box.  The feeling of accomplishment is fully regarding.

I'm grateful for this challenge and especially to The Two Writing Teachers for hosting it.  I would never have attempted writing in this way, blogging, posting, sharing, without this challenge.  Thank you for opening up this opportunity to me and all the others who join me here.  It is an honor to be among you.

I can't wait to read back through the posts of the challenge that I've bookmarked for review.  It is one inspiration after another as I read posts and comment.  That's my favorite part.  For anyone reading that commented on my pieces, thank you for your graciousness and generosity.  You make the time, effort, and thought worth it.

I also look forward to reading over my own posts, working on some, remembering the back story of others.  It always an informative trip back in time.

My plan going forward is to return here on Tuesdays for the Slice of Life weekly posts.  I'm challenging myself on that.

Until then...

TTYL, dear reader.

Friday, March 30, 2018

The Boy and Mud

The puddle calls to him like a siren.  Even if he wanted to turn away, he couldn't, and of course, he doesn't.  The mud beckons him to slosh about, staining knees and legs and even socks "protected" by his boots.

"Uh-oh, Mommy.  Help me!" he pleads as his boots stick, suctioned into the soupy muck.

I pulled up the back of the right foot, then the heel of the left.  He's free and right back at it.

There will be smiles and laundry for quite a while after this.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

In the Quiet

The whir of the heater fan and blustery gusts of wind are all I hear.  G is napping in the back bedroom.  I wish for sleep, as he had us up at 5:00 this morning.  Now, the slurpy kissing noise of his pacifier.  I hope he's sleeping.

The big boys and Todd are busy off at the farm on some adventure or another.  I overheard a bit of one plan to"explore the old junk pile" earlier today.  It has antiquated vehicles and farm equipment from the 40s and 50s buried in a ditch.  The make-your-own landfill of the past.  It holds treasures and excitement for the kids.  It's impossible to predict what priceless wonders they'll come toting back.

The skid steer is stuck, so Todd will be back soon with the tractor.  Three inches of rain in three days doesn't help get outside work done.  The tracks on the skid steer are pretty much useless in the mud.  I don't fully understand the design there.  To me, tracks are for traction, but not in this case.  The mud cakes on and the machine sinks, it makes no sense.

You might be thinking, "use the tractor".  And you would be right, except we're taking out locust trees that are heavily armed with thorns, some over 4" long.  Nasty plants, I don't know what they are good for.  They are gnarly and mean.

A deep breath and some movement from the back room.  I better check on the boy and get going with something productive.  Either that, or sleep.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

What day is it?

By some miracle, it hasn't rained today.  Well, it is misty out, but not raining entirely.  We've got some stuff done today, and that feels good.

The youngest napped at the camper (while I might have caught a few winks as well) and now plays tractors.  He babbles on saying lots, but me understanding only little bits.  He's happy.  He ate a snack and watched a Curious George, and counted something on the DVD player.  He loves counting, which means he says most numbers in order until 10, then says random teens and letters afterward.  Because of the recent Curious George, he throws in some "Ooooo, oooo, ahhh, ahhh" monkey noises for added comedic value.  He entertains himself.

It's a blessing of spring break to slow down and just watch my boys.  Right now, it's the youngest.  Earlier, it was the little middle.

I don't know what day it is, but I do know it's not raining, so I will enjoy it!