Wednesday, November 29, 2017

A Blogging Hodgepodge

This has been a very busy month.  In fact, the busy started back in October, but it's been a good busy.  Dick and I got a few Christmas decorations from the attic last weekend and bedecked our home with a very minimalistic approach.  As we don't spend Christmas at home, we do only what is necessary and no more.  It sure cuts down on the seasonal stress so many are experiencing.

Now, when you have a chance come join Joyce and the other bloggers for

From this Side of the Pond

1.  What's something blogging has taught you about yourself?

That my life isn't nearly as interesting to other people as it is to me.  See #6
That I am consistently inconsistent

2.  Leftovers...are you in the 'reheat and eat' camp or the 'put them in the fridge until they spoil and then toss them' camp? What's your favorite thing to have leftover? What can you not abide as a leftover?

We are definitely in the 'reheat and eat' camp.  When I cook, I usually prepare enough to pull out again.  I am not about preparing a meal every day from scratch any more.  Been there done that!

Favorite thing to warm up is soup.

Cannot abide leftover green salad, but who does that anyway. 

3. 'Me time'...your thoughts?

A MUST!  When we both retired at the same time, we knew that Dick needs be out of the house and around people as much as I need the opposite.  So, he continued his real estate business and I am so perfectly content doing my thing at home all by myself.  He is coming home earlier these days, but that is perfectly fine with me.  In fact, I've decided we can co-exist quite happily.

4. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with?

I don't have a lot of that, but it either involves needs with hospitality at church or someone seeking skin care advise.  I happen to be doing that today.

5. If your childhood had a smell what would it be? Tell us why.

It would be a woodsy smell.  A couple weeks ago my middle sister and I took a ride to where we lived during the early years of our childhood.  As we drove around we remembered building a "Dodge City" among huge tree trunks that had fallen during a hurricane.  We pointed out sections of the woods where we had played and constructed houses out of pine straw.  We laughed as we recalled a day when we ambushed a neighborhood boy to threaten him to stay out of "our woods." It was at that point we saw a shotgun in his hand.  NOTE:  This was in the mid 50's in rural Louisiana when carrying a gun was almost as common as sneaking your dad's cigarettes!  Anyway, we quickly decided we could share the woods from then on.  We also fondly remembered squirrel and armadillo hunting with our dad.  So yes, a woodsy smell would suit me just fine.

6. Insert your own random thought here.

I am in the midst of blogging about our recent trip to visit family in northern Indiana.  (Links HERE and HERE)  Again, I am reminded that there are only a very few people who even care what I do, much less take time to read about it.  This is one of the frustrating things about blogging.  If  my blogging were to rely on comments or visits I probably wouldn't do it, but I find that the remembering and recording is important to me.  So, in the end, why do I keep blogging?  It is for me and that will be enough.  For now.

7 comments:

  1. I totally understand what you mean; I recap my weekend every Monday, knowing full well most people don't care. But I really enjoy doing it and being able to go back and read it so I do it anyway!!

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  2. I know what you mean about the blogging thing...although I do enjoy getting comments, writing about...whatever...is therapeutic for me and I am more about the recording aspect of it too. In fact, I have even toyed with the idea of publishing mine in yearly increments...just for me to go back and read, in an easier form. It was fun hearing about your memories from childhood as you played in those woods! Happy Wednesday!

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  3. Hello Elisabeth!
    Your random thought rang a bell with me. THAT is one of the reasons I stopped bloggin a few years ago, but after a while I really missed my regular readers, and also the blogs I usually read in. So I have started a new blog now, because my circumstances have changed and I try to just write what I feel like and don't want to feel pressured to write what I think people want to read or will comment on. That's what I did wrong on my first blog. I didn't focus on me and what I felt like writing. I'm glad I found your blog, through Joyces and will back to read here.

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  4. I have made peace with blogging for the sake of excercising my need to write. While I certainly love people to read it my blog is a journal of sorts and my family loves it, which I think is enough to make me continue. I say keep on keeping on, comments or no. Also, I'm so busy right now I'm not always commenting. If I read from my phone I don't always comment, but I usually do read your blog if that makes you feel better. There are likely more people like me.

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  6. Oh, I think that many of us blog just because it's fun to write and maybe someday my kids will want to read it. I LOVED reading about your childhood memory. That sounds like the kind of stuff we did out in the country where I lived. Although we never encountered a neighbor boy with a shotgun. We were scared one night, however, when the neighbor boy wanted to scare my friend and me (a sleepover at my house) in the middle of the night, and came into the house, went down to the basement, and turned off the electricity, plunging us into the pitch dark night. It was terrifying. Houses were not locked back then in our neighborhood and my parents weren't home. And graciously, I did NOT kill him when I next saw him - after we figured out who it probably was. Sorry for the long story. :-))

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  7. That's not true, you life is very interesting. I'm so happy to have meet you here! Thanksgiving leftovers are the best and I agree with making more when you cook so there are leftovers. The woodsy smell is a beautiful memory.

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