I find it hard to focus.  Still.  It’s been 6 months since my world fell apart, and I still struggle to focus.  On anything.  Reading.  Knitting.  Blogging.  Eating the right foods. Anything.

I spend too much time mindlessly playing computer games, scrolling through Facebook.  Mindless.

It’s easier to not think, not cry, not miss my Pooh when being mindless.  But it’s not healthy.  I need to honor God with everything I do, not just existing but living well.  I need to honor Steve by carrying on and doing it well.

I don’t know what’s next, how it will all turn out, but I know that I do not walk alone.  I may need to keep reminding myself, but I know Jesus walks with me every minute of every day, carrying me when I can’t go on, lifting me up when weighed down by it all.  Thank you, LORD, for you constant care and presence.



September 26, 2016.

Monday was the best day of this surreal week.  My dearest Steve’s funeral was  Monday.  It was lovely and upbeat and sad and happy and very special.  They asked me what his favorite hymns were and the only ‘hymn’ I knew he liked was Victory in Jesus.  But them Pastor and Oliver (one of the worship team) asked wasn’t there any others, I said that the only one I could think of wasn’t a funeral song, it was Days of Elijah.  Oliver said, ‘Darren and I can make it work, don’t worry!’ And they did.  Bobby L. was even there to give his victory shout to the Lord.

I can’t believe how full the church was, how many people came.  My dear cousin Ray and his wife drove down from New Hampshire, my sister and husband came from Vermont.  Even Steve’s second oldest brother, Joe, was there (Joe doesn’t go to any family events much anymore.)

It was a good day.


On reaching 100…

…followers, that is!  (I’m old, but not that old! Well, I take that back.  I’m not old, just of a more interesting age than some!)

When I started blogging, it was simply a way to keep in touch with a friend who moved to New Mexico (Hi, Rebekah!) It wasn’t until I took the Blogging 101 and 201 courses this past summer that I really started to explore the blogging community.  And I use the word ‘community’ deliberately.  According to Google, a community is: 1. a group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common. 2. a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals.

Now, obviously the first definition doesn’t work, since we don’t all live in the same area.  However, definition 2 does – we share some commonalities.  We seek to reach others.  We seek to improve our writing or communication skills.  We are looking to give and receive encouragement.  So, a community.  I have learned much from this diverse community – about cardamon tea from Anandhotep, about a passion for life from Vibrant, about healthier lifestyles from Bri, and so many more.  I know that I have received much from all of you, and the reasons I follow your blogs.  What I don’t know is why you follow mine!

So, I am turning this blog around – YOU get to write this post.  I am asking you to share in the comments why you have chosen to follow my blog – does something I say touch you?  Do you think I’m a bit crazy (BTW, I never said I wasn’t, just that I’m not stupid! lol)  When I look at ‘Followers’, you are a diverse group – I’m particularly intersested in why the lovely tech-y guy in Brazil chooses to follow a crafty blog!

So have at it, dear readers, and let’s get to know each other a bit more on this snowy winter day! (Unless you’re ‘down under’ in summertime – in which case, I am SOOO jealous!)

It’s all in the timing


Our front sidewalk

Blizzard conditions still prevailing here in NJ.  It started snowing about 7:30-8:00 pm last night, and it’s still snowing about an inch per hour.  This is what accumulated between 8 pm and 9 am when hubby tried to clear part of our front walk.  We haven’t made it to the street yet.

As a matter of fact, I couldn’t get the front door or the sliding glass door in the backyard open without dumping about 1 foot of snow in the house, so I had to open the garage door, clear a small square of grass near the garage, and take the dog out on a leash.  Naturally, he wanted to jump into the snow drifts, but since they were about 6 inches over his head, I vetoed that idea!  Oh, well.

Oh, and that dinner party for 12 that I had scheduled for tonight?  Not so much.  We’re going to try for February 6.

I despise winter.


The backyard