I have no philosophical quotes or music to include here, to share, to start my TToT this week.
My head is just so full of thoughts. It feels crammed and ready to burst.
I returned to Lake Erie the other day and I just stood out in the water, up to my waist, and I looked out to the horizon.
That the podcast is finally out there.
If you follow such pages, give it a like. That’s where we will be announcing, every time a new one comes out for now.
We are still playing around with place to host it and such.
Go here to listen to us directly.
Come on. You know you’re curious.
Any feedback is very much appreciated.
For all the support people have shown so far for this project.
Thank you to all of you. This project has meant a lot to me and I hope it keeps going.
I thank every one of you who’ve liked our Facebook page and took some time, out of your busy lives and schedules, to give it a listen.
Hope you found id amusing or entertaining. What did you think?
That someone shared a book with me and it was the best book I’ve come across in a long time.
I heard it was a book about time travel and immediately, my first instinct was to move along, but I’m glad I didn’t.
Time travel isn’t all about science fiction. It means history. I love history.
It also had a lot to do with today and the issues we’re still seeing around matters of racial divides and those who’ve overcome such prejudices and defied those odds.
That I am headed to Mexico for a very special writing workshop.
This just sort of happened suddenly. I received the invite from my writing mentor. She is running the workshop and she made it possible for me to participate.
I will be traveling to Mexico this winter, for a whole week, to learn about writing and literary travel writing.
This is a huge thing for me, traveling so far away from home and family. It is scary, I won’t lie, but at some point, I have to go for my dreams and experience more of the world.
I’ll admit, it’s still far enough away that it doesn’t yet feel real. It’s such a big deal that I am still in some shock that it’s happening at all. Things like that don’t happen to me.
That I have those in my life who support my writing and believe in me, wanting me to have experiences and stories to tell.
I owe it all to my writing mentor, my family, and friends.
It’s months away yet, but I am so excited that I had to share the news on Facebook. Everyone seemed excited for me.
My family know what it means for me and to me, traveling by myself like that, but that I need a chance to grow as a writer and to experience life. They want all that for me and are making it possible.
Also, to my writing mentor, who is in my corner and, as a writer, believes in my abilities.
For another year with a working kidney for my brother.
It’s been three years now, but somehow feels longer.
I guess the whole experience was so new to us all, felt so gigantic, that three years later I look back in wonder.
For my violin teacher’s ability to fix what the music store got wrong.
So, remember, some of you, a few weeks back when I broke a string on my violin?
Well, it took three store employees to figure out why it wouldn’t fit.
So when I got back to my lessons this week, my teacher looked at it and said it was on sideways.
And so, she fixed it, telling me about a product known as peg dope, in the violin world, made for violin peg adjustment.
I just love these new terms I’m learning. I’m also glad I have a teacher who knows what she’s talking about. No offence meant to those hard working guys in the store, but I think I’ll let my violin teacher replace my strings from now on.
That my mother is a pro at sewing.
I hate bathing suit shopping and finding one that fits at all.
I know, as a woman, I am not alone on this one. It used to be that I needed to find one that would cover up any surgical scars I have. Now I was left with one that tied in the back, right below my head, which was uncomfortable and gave me headaches.
Well, when stores failed me and time became a factor, in came my trusty mother and her sewing kit. She transformed a halter top into a bathing suit where the straps actually now go over my shoulders, instead of around my neck.
For a lovely beach day with family.
Okay, so the weather wasn’t ideal. It was cool and cloudy for most of the day. The sun did finally show itself by late afternoon.
The water was still pretty cold, which didn’t stop my mother. She’s the tough one in the family, but my niece braved it with her. My nephew enjoyed the air mattress as a floating device.
My brother had his handy portable grill and we had enough food and snacks to go around.
I was thankful for that grill, as a makeshift fire to sit around, as a way of keeping warm before the sun made its appearance later on.
There was a washed out little stream up on the beach and a log across, which my niece used as a balance beam. Sand castles were made. My brother is a design man, an artist, and it’s possibly being passed on to his little girl. She also loved feeding the sea gulls, which is something I like to think she got from me. That was my favourite thing to do as a little girl, though now I felt rather uneasy when they were flocking all around our group. I prefer them off in the distance, hearing their cries against a backdrop of waves, but my niece was enjoying having them so close, she could almost reach out and touch them. She even put a piece of bread on her head to see if one would take it. They aren’t that bold.
The water was much calmer than the last time. The birthday cupcakes were peanut butter with Spider Man, The Hulk, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, for the birthday boys.
We had a bit of vehicle trouble in the family to end off the night, a flat tire, but luckily, the guy who ran the chip wagon knew about flat tires. All and all, a nice day all together.
That I was invited by another blogger to write about
A Day in the Life of a Blogger
Thank you, Life Through My Bioscope, for the invitation.
And there you have it. Lots of big things, memories (old and new), and I couldn’t sleep again last night, thinking over everything that happened this week.
I want to find the perfect quote or song, something that comforts me and something I could look to for confirmation that I am doing all the right things and that it will turn out the way I hope it will.
I just don’t think there is such a thing. I guess I can be thankful for mistakes and for nature and for the lessons of travel and life experience. I can be thankful for anonymous organ donation and for people willing to take a chance on little old me.