Saturday, January 30, 2010
Hello World! The world of technology is very off-putting. In order to communicate with others I have had to learn the lingo first, then learn the right steps to take to leave a message. After losing so many to cyberspace (the proverbial Black Hole) I am simply trying the simplest approach. Send others to my site where they can read a post intended for them. Hopefully, they will come out to play, and we can get to work on our writing! Today I meant to go to a big Library sale at one of the local libraries and got so carried away with what I was doing on the computer that I never even looked up. When I finally did. snow was falling quite steadily and it was too darn late to go to the library. I hope that those I have directed to my sites find them without much of a problem...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
This is my review of the book Dogtown that I checked out of the library at Stafford. It is the second review this year-
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Life is too short. Unfortunately, that appears to become clear to us only when we are faced with the end of our life, or the life of a loved one. While we make our way through the doldrums of everyday life,we often find that time slips by quickly, almost completely without notice. Suddenly another week has gone by and another month, soon we are celebrating another birthday, and our pets are beginning to get white around their muzzle.With a loved one in my family at the mercy of a fatal illness, time is a commodity. I keep looking back and wondering if there was a way that I could have made more of the time we spent together which now seems so brief. There is no way to stop the marching on of time. Each day I am painfully aware of the ticking of the clock, aware of what the family faces in just a short time. That the end of her life will be the end of my life as I know it, in so many crucial ways. That our extended family will grow distant without her presence as the glue that binds us together. That my children will no longer learn life lessons in love, in how to give of oneself unselfishly, in how to be a mother. That I will no longer have her unconditional love and guidance, her unselfish way of letting me know that I made her proud, or happy, or simply that I made her laugh.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
This is a review I wrote on January 2, 2010 on Librarything on a book I received through a program they have called Early Reviewers. You are selected to receive the books on a random basis as long as you persist in reviewing the books on LT and/or any site you are on. The title of the book is "Sometimes We're Always Real Same-Same" by Mattox Roesch