My Blogaversary 11 Years!

Sure I've only posted a couple of times this year but don't the previous years count? I only remembered about this anniversary because of a post that came up in my memories on Facebook.  Yes 11 years ago when I was a naive 55 year old I started this blog.  It was a brave and adventurous thing to do for me back then. 

 

 It was so much fun, making friends and having my techy hubby in the office next to mine.  My security blanket in the brave new world of blogging.  So much has changed.  I have changed.  I could say that the world has made me jaded. but that that would be untrue. I still am curious, full of wonder and  happy most days.  On others I am brokenhearted. lonely and full of memories.  Honestly, the memories are 99 percent good and happy.  There is that one percent where I dare not go.  Maybe will never be able to face.

For now my days are filled with giggles and fun.  Not unlike my days with my dearest.  We laughed all the time, and my girls make me laugh hard each and every day.  They are learning by leaps and bounds.  Their vocabularies grow by the hour.

I had to abandon my daily walk because of our constant snow cover, and the strength it takes to push almost 60 pounds of  stroller with the girls on board is more than this old girl could handle.  I feel my creaky bones yell OILCAN!  If it were only that easy!

 

I make dates with myself to have some time to think and remember.  Now that spring is at our doorstep and I have had my first shot of the vaccine the world will start to open up again.  I miss my extended family and my friends.  I miss thrifting.  Silly, because I don't want for anything.  It's just some thing I really enjoy doing.  There is so much I want to share with the girls.  They will be two in a week!    Missing my time to write but  loving my job as Ma, watching Mo and Dan Dan and dancing to our songs.  Life is good.  I am good, life goes on.  

Thanks for stopping by, keep safe and find happiness 

whenever you are able. Thank you for your kindness.

Enjoy this beautiful day.

Love, Penny

How in the World Did We Get Here?

Just checking in.  This is where I sit and watch the news when I am not watching Elmo or Daniel Tiger.  My days are filled with my girls, my family and a weekly shopping trip to the grocery.  Since March of last year, things have not changed much here, but the world, well. just for historical sake, a raging pandemic, an assault on our nations capital, a inauguration in our nations capital that looks like a war zone.  Without the comfort of two strong arms around me, I am left to face this all, and it's been hard.  Still my spirit has not been broken.  I have hope that our future will be better.  There is a new administration, one that cares.  The vaccine, though mismanaged, is still a wonderful thing.  I would like to think being the ripe old age I am that it will be available to me soon.  We as a family have followed the rules.  I was alone for Thanksgiving and Christmas Day.  On Christmas Eve we all wore masks and opened the windows to be together.  Seven adults and three children.  We had a great time together, and missed the whole family that always gathers here each Christmas Eve..

I hope that all of you have been weathering the storms around us.  

"A good friend of mine said, "You are married to sorrow." And I looked at him and said, "I am not married to sorrow. I just choose not to look away."

And I think there is deep beauty in not averting our gaze.

No matter how hard it is, no matter how heartbreaking it can be. It is about presence. It is about bearing witness.

I used to think bearing witness was a passive act. I don't believe that anymore. I think that when we are present, when we bear witness, when we do not divert our gaze, something is revealed—the very marrow of life. We change. A transformation occurs. Our consciousness shifts.

     —Terry Tempest Williams 

We will all be forever changed by the events of the last year. Hopefully for the better, more resilient more compassionate and more appreciative of life.

Thank you for stopping by and for your patience and kindness to me.

Love, Penny