Begging pardon

   “Excuse my unburdening myself.  My worries travel about my head on their well-worn path…” 
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society  

Life

 This past year has been a sea of emotion.  Joys and sorrows.  Gratefulness and peace.

The ebb and flow, felt as thought I were being pulled out to sea one minute and the next, felt like I was drowning. Once or twice I cried a sea of tears. Tears of joy, frustration and deep sorrow flooded from me. There were days that I just bobbed along peacefully.  At times I wrestled  fiercely with life, yelling out to God from the quiet of my garden.  Some days, I sat quietly and drank it all in; storing up every blessed moment.

There are so many things resting on my heart that warrant sharing but as I ease back to this beloved space I find that I can only share the simple, not the deep.

A frosted Barley Pop on the only (nearly) hundred degree day of the summer.

The piano, on loan to Calamity Farmstead, brings me joy (most) every morning.  (Note to self: teach kids new song....'Heart and Soul' is grating on my nerves.)

Katie needs her groove back:: Part 2

As I searched through my archives this morning, I was hopeful of finding something to post; something that didn't require conscious thought or photo editing.

I had no such luck.

Bleh!

Most of the posts I have in draft are so dated they would require much more tweaking and consequently, editing, than I have the will power to attack.  Yet, I still wanted to post...something.

I stared at the blank post editor. Then I clicked over to Facebook. FYI: Facebook is a deep swirling vortex. It will suck your will to live.  At the very least, it will tap into your inner voyeur and will prevent you from doing anything other than checking the pages and comments and pictures of  every. single. friend.  And....it goes on and on.  Facebook is a vortex I tell you! (Facebook is evil.)  The thing I love most about FB is that I can chat with all of my best farm chickie friends (whose job it is to tell me to blog ALREADY!), my cousin in France (who loves reading about all of my calamities), my dear friend in Idaho (who adores my blog) and my Mom (who checks up on me via my blog) all at the same time. Which is what I was doing instead of blogging. So, I clicked back here and stared some more.  And so it went. Till I grew weary of the clicking. And the manic chatting.  And my poor lonely blog cried out....

BLOG ALREADY! 

So....I started and stopped. And stopped and started.  Then decided to just jot down the truth. The truth being, I have lost my blogging grooviness.

I want to have time and drive for blogging. Frankly, I want to have time and drive for just about everything but I also have a desire to make my blog more....well, just more. I want my blog to be what it once was.  I want my blog to be my online storybook.  I want to see something funny and think "That is totally blog-worthy. I should blog it".  I want to take pictures of the beauty around me and post them for all the world to see.   I want to find my groove again.


Blogging groove, where are you?

Circular Logic

I think my friends are trying to tell me something.

























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Katie needs her groove back

Instead of a lucid narrative, (have I have ever written a lucid narrative?) you will now be subject to my incoherent ramblings. It's that bad around here folks.

This very morning, I stubbed my toes four separate times. Same toes, on the same chair. Did I mention...


four. separate. times. 

In looking up the meaning of  "Groove" this is what I found.
The transitive verb tense of groove is:

    *To perfect by repeated practice

I think I am grooving in the toe stubbing department.



The intransitive verb tense of groove is:
    *To enjoy oneself  intensely
    *To interact harmoniously

I think NOT grooving in the intransitive tense.

All sorts of words come to mind when I think of describing my state of being, non of which include:  "interact harmoniously or enjoy oneself intensely ".   Maudlin may be a good word.  Perhaps, stoic.  I am afraid of seeming a kvetch.  I am teetering on the edge of malevolent. I am hard-bitten.


I feel... blah. Bleck. Yuck.  I am groove-less.




I have lost my groove. And don't know where to find it.




Maybe I lost it on one of the 42 trips I made to town in the last two weeks. I think I lost it at the Gas Station where I had to pay for fuel with: my right arm, my first born child and my will to live. I might have possibly left it in the E.R. where I took Fidget to get 10 stitches in her eyebrow.  Perhaps I left it at The WalMart.  Maybe I left it at the Doctor's office when I took Fidget in for a Tetanus shot.   Or, I could have forgotten it at the Doctor's office when I took Fidget to get 10 stitches removed from her eyebrow.  It could be some where in the Dollar Store. One of the kids might have swept it up while cleaning house for Mother's Day.  I could have dropped it into one of the four giant vats of potato salad I whipped up for our Mother's Day/Birthday party.  It could have fallen into the compost pile where I was dumping arm-loads of weeds I pulled from the garden beds. Conceivably, it might be on the floor of the OB/GYN's office along with my dignity.  I could have dropped it at the dentist's office when I took the Mr. in to get a tooth pulled. It's probably lost in the laundry room.  Reader, don't think me quixotic; maybe, possibly, the dog ate it.


Hogwash, horse-feathers, POPPYCOCK!  My groove has got to be around here somewhere!



Blah.


Katie needs her groove back. You haven't seen it laying around anywhere, have ya?

In the news.....

So what's a few billion dollars, anyway?

Stimulating read....really.

Party pooper

Four young boys men+two half racks of caffeine+video games galore= Katie needs a nap. BAD!

At five AM I told the boys they had to shut it down and go to bed. I had not been able to get to sleep (I am a very lite sleeper) and was about to go mad. So, call me a party pooper. It can't be helped.

NaBlo

This has sure been an interesting month for me and mine. With all that has gone on this month I still feel the pull of my commitment to finishing NaBlo . I am NOT A QUITTER! That said, let me just say this:

NaBlo-mePoMo is sucking my will to live. My will to live I tell you! I have such a huge blockage, it surely must be constipation.

Yes! Constipation of the brain. Yeah, gross I know. At the very least I must be suffering from brain damage.

Hey! I hear there are only 5 days left in November. Really? I hadn't noticed. I was sure that November was the longest month, say, EVER! Sure feels that way.


Alrightythen.

In light of all that has gone on this month, I need a vacation. Anyone else need a holiday?