G: Good morning! Good morning! Ready for Elevenses ( Read more... )

And how are you this morning?

Okay? It’s nice and rainy. It makes me sleepy and calm. Enough rain and there are bright colors. Bright colors make me warm and fuzzy inside.

How do you feel?

Um, sleepy and calm and warm & fuzzy?

Are you happy? Are you sad? Are you angry? Are you lonely?

Does it matter?

Why are you here?God knows. He hasn ( Read more... )

She’s still got a journal?

Well, yeah, but she hasn’t written anything since 2014. Her dog died.

One of the scotties or the foundling?

The last scotty. But I heard the foundling passed in 2017.

So what brought her back?

Apparently this journaling competition. Idol something? Something Idol.

Oh I know that one. I read LJ Idol every season. She’s that ( Read more... )

I've decided to start keeping up with this journal again. What better way than to dive right in with LJ Idol Season 11? I'm in!

I was seven years old when I first discovered that the world had edges. Everywhere I looked through my new glasses, I could see the sharp divisions between areas of color. Instead of being blobs of green held up by tangles of brown, trees had leaves; I could see the individual branches, and I could see where the colors twisted together to form ( Read more... )

Okay, so this week, the vote for LJ Idol is contestant only. But it's not an unlimited choices poll like usual. The instructions are to read every entry and send Gary 25 picks (out of 74 entries ( Read more... )

I like to say I drove my mother mad when I was in high school, but it's not quite that simple. I used to read science fiction books whose characters were on the edge of insane. They were usually driven there by special powers, like Carrie. Yes, the book is much more sci-fi than the horror flick they made of it. I'd sit around chatting with my ( Read more... )

It's that time of year again. Time to cast vision for the new year. Make goals or resolutions or professions of faith in what works God will perform over the course of the new year.

I used to make lists. Last year, I wrote about what I had faith that God would do in my life. I've arrived at this time with little and great optimism over the years. ( Read more... )

My favorite story has turned into a family holiday.

The original story of Raccoon Day is already written up elsewhere in my journal. It's not surprising that the meaning of the holiday would change and deepen over the years. As the holiday changes, so does each telling of the tale itself ( Read more... )

Here I sit, recovering from anesthesia. My girly-bit doctor messed with me this morning. Hysteroscopy, D&C for biopsy then EA via Novasure. If all goes well, No More Periods! And here is where I leave out graphic descriptions of my experience with Heavy Bleeding™ and simply whine just a bit about my body being indecisive between unpredictable ( Read more... )