But seriously, how many of us can actually do that these days without someone calling our mother to tell her we’ve “completely lost it this time!”? Not to mention the load of wet laundry we then must do….’you make the mess, you clean the mess…’…
I’m afraid I’ve run out of good books to read…I mean really good books. There are tons of so-so, okay, books out there, but I want something to sink my teeth into. Fiction or fact, doesn’t matter as long as it’s good. I have a series I’ve gotten hooked on that I need to finish…but alas, they’re at the library, and I’m not there.
So, on days like this, with the rain pouring down, making my mind clear for the first time in ages, I instead turn to writing my own “really good” book…or my attempt at one, anyhow. Sometimes I get a lot done…other times, I may only accomplish a paragraph or two. But it’s accomplishment, nonetheless. Someday, perhaps in the near future, but more realistically, in some far off date when we all will be sitting in wheelchairs & given headaches (and who knows what else) by our great-grandsons’ enthusiasm at the opportunity to ‘wheel grammy up and down the hall”….well, then someday, I might just have one of these:
to show you for all my work.
For now, it’s still a work in progress. Slow progress.
Sometimes, I honestly ache to tell you the story of Emma and the journey she takes to find herself; of Jeff and his family, the struggles and joys they face during a turning time in America’s history; or to open up the entire world of Elaine to you…but I must restrain myself and save that for the writers board. Someday, I hope to bring all their tales to light, and then you can tell me of how my writing should remain a closet hobby. lol
I made a pear crisp today…the weather was just screaming autumn at me. So I had pear crisp and a cup of Lady Gray tea for lunch, and thought of how contented I should be…am. There are times when I don’t feel contented, when I want to rage against the restraints in my life, the injustices dealt me…but I always remember afterwards that most of those restraints or injustices are erected inside my own mind. God has given me a good lot in life; let me ever be grateful for it. I have been given a loving family, good & sweet friendships, a roof over my head, a provider & protector in the form of my father…on top of that all, God has placed me in one of the only places in Mississippi which reflects just a little slice of heaven.
Life is good.
God is better.
I love rainy days.