not much to say ~ Ha!

I am notorious for not sticking with things. 

 When something does not feel right, gets too hard or bores me, 
I let it go or leave it. 

 Believe me I have done this with many things over the years,

 jobs, people, friendships, crafts. 

 Doesn't feel right, I am out of here.

~

I have been blogging since 2012

3 years

 and 585 blogs.  Holy !
It is 

hundreds of subjects 

with pictures, without.

I never consciously say, each day, or each week, or anytime,

I should write.

I write when the spirit moves me.

~

Obviously the spirit is more active than I would have 

ever dreamed.

~

I write when I need to spit out a thought, get something out of my system, 
but  more often I write about the day to day mundane.
I do not lack for subject.

Time and again when I find a blog I enjoy on-line it ends or has ended

or is very limited.  That makes me sad.  

Did they run out of urge or thought or time???

What is this wild hair that makes me fairly consistent in "blogging"?

Maybe it is living so quietly without much social intercourse.

Maybe just an urge to share with others

although there are an extremely limited group who read this.

Whatever it is that fires me surprises me immensely

for as I said at the get go ~

I am notorious for not sticking with things. 

So HA to not much to say 
I really can't keep my mouth shut!

crone's manifesto

• I shall banish the word ‘should’ from my life
• I shall laugh more, including gently at myself 
• I shall speak up bravely 
• I shall be eccentric
• I shall live more simply
• I shall treat my body as a temple
• I shall find occasions to celebrate and celebrate
• I shall ask for help when I need it
• I shall not wait for others to make me happy
• I shall try not to fix the world in spite of my vast knowledge
• I shall not worry what people think of me
• I shall work to find wisdom and patience
• I shall live spiritually.
• I shall keep an open mind and an open heart
• I shall learn to cackle
• I shall celebrate grumpy and being a curmudgeon and an introvert 
• I shall be me  ~~~~  ME!

computer made a visit

My sister needed come computer help.  

I am sure we were not the bestest of the best to move her stuff 

from her old computer to her new one,

 but she didn't feel she had other options. 

 What it did was make her come for a long visit.

We had not been together for this long a time since we were teens.

She and her old and new computer have

 left to return to Maryland 

and the house seems very empty.

remick museum nh

MCMH b day

perplexed

People perplex me. 

 I observe people and the more I observe 

the more I notice that most any animal on this earth

 is easier than a human being.

  We are the smart ones according to us. 

REALLY??

 I am not at all sure.  

People are so self centered that they do not listen,

 they talk over each other, 

they interrupt,

 they want their agenda heard.

(I am guilty of this)

  Often they they do not say what they mean thus causing problems.

 Others make assumptions instead of asking thus causing problems. 

I too do this, although I am trying to be a better me.

 My goodness it is painful.  

Of late mankind seems in a downward spiral

 of pettiness, greed, meanness and stupidity. 

 Each generation seems less pleasant and more self centered. 

 This is a general statement and when I say this I do not mean all. 

 There are a huge number that fit what I say which is what makes me upset.

  It is also why I prefer a walk or a good read to a sit down and conversation

and the company that I enjoy the most have 4 feet.

Bottom line and reminder to self....  

If it hurts don't do it. 

Bill Nemitz

A voice was silenced for a spell because of cancer. 

It has returned to the paper as of today.  

There has been such a hole in the Portland Press 

without Bill Nemitz and his wit and words. 

 I am pleased about his return

 and hope this means that his cancer has been beaten.

  Nasty nasty disease. 

 He certainly has not been having an easy time of it

 these months he was not with us. 

 My heart goes out to him, his wife and caretakers.
And my prayers remain with him.

It is a good day.

ALS

If my mind gets trapped inside/Just roll me to my sky-wide view/Where I will feast on cumulous and light/And tell you that art with just my eyes.

Jane Krainin
With irrepressible spirit, anticipating the toll of ALS 

 I so agree with this.  

I found this piece below in trying to learn more about the author above and it also saddens me.  

This writer Claire died in 2014, but left a beautiful blogsite  filled with her poetry and thoughts.

I am sorry I did not know her.

Last year's birthday was a tranquil interlude
on a long circuitous journey
Now I walk on glass
Each step gingerly taken while
my hands clench the walker

I think about what the future holds
as a degenerative illness erodes body
and mind, but not spirit, never spirit
not that it doesn't dim occasionally
But, it's uncanny how a gift of grace
always appears
Jane's wondrous poem this time

I will walk slowly now, better to
see the world through quiet eyes,
time to converse with the ignored ones,
the old, sick, and homeless
and then to ponder all I have seen
with my new eyes

I will do my best to emulate Jane,
trying to make the last part of my life
a benediction
I have no doubt that this is my mission now,
my work of art

Clare Gnecco, PhD Epiphanies from Gaithersburg.