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Sophie Says Hi

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  Hi, Everybody.  My name is Sophie and I am six months old. Mommy calls me Sophie Grace when I’m in trouble. And Daddy calls me Sophie Lou when he sings to me. But you can just call me Sophie.  Mommy said it was time for me to in..intro…oh shoot, I forgot.  Anyway, I’m going to tell you all about me!  She says Chloe used to write once in awhile and maybe I would like it too.  Ooooo. I’ll be back! The neighbor dogs are out and I have to go say hi!  Ok.  I’m back.. I had to potty too. Good thing Mommy reminded me! Mommy says I should tell you about some of the things I really like, so I will. FOOD!  I really, really like food!  I’ll eat anything. There’s always some really good stuff in the kitchen up where I can’t reach and Mommy and Daddy are always telling me no, no, no whenever I try to get it, but if I sit nice they give me a treat. Daddy gives me a bite of banana every night and Mommy makes me sweet potatoes. Those are really good! I also really, really like applesauce!  Well , mo

Choosing Grace

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  Let's face it. The last 18 months have been tough on everyone. Doesn't matter how you have spent the pandemic, it's been tough. I was toughest on myself. Didn't seem like I was "accomplishing" anything (I'm retired. Just what do I think I have to accomplish?) I just quit everything for a while.  In January, I chose Grace  as my One Little Word. It has given me permission to forgive myself for not getting things done. It gave me permission to not worry about writing (again). Once we got Sophie, it gave me permission to not have a spotless house (like it ever was!). Grace I started thinking about my writing and my blog last week. I kept wondering how I ever kept it going when Chloe was Sophie's age. So I went back and looked.   I didn't. Grace I began my blog when Chloe was about 6 months old. Not 2 or 3 months. But Chloe did give me lots of stories to tell! Grace One of the things I struggled with after Chloe passed was what to do with the blog. 

Chloe

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  After Chloe died, I saw her all the time out of the corner of my eye laying on the love seat, staring out the window on "her" corner of the couch in the kennel On walks, I'd smile at things I knew she'd have to stop and investigate. On really tough days, when I often cried while I walked, I'm pretty sure she sent my new friend Henry (a big, beautiful black doodle) to give me hugs. Those first few months were especially hard. Chloe was such an important part of our lives. Gradually, things have gotten better. We still have tears once in a while, but more often we laugh about the silly things she did. We talk about her naturally, share Chloe stories, and ... Well, we knew it was time. And I think Chloe knew it was time. I haven't "seen" her in a while.  And on Sunday, when we picked out Sophie, I'm pretty sure she was smiling down on us.

She Chose Us

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 We knew when we lost Chloe last fall, that there would be another dog in our lives. As my husband tells everyone, "We're dog people".  And we are. And our home has been really empty.  But in a couple of weeks, it will be full of puppy love. Meet Sophie. Everything just fell into place... She came from our niece's cousin on the other side of her family She was born on my husband's birthday From pictures, this is the pup both of us "secretly" wanted From the moment we stepped into Brian and Karen's house, Sophie (because she definitely is a Sophie), was not afraid. She came right to us, brought us toys to play with, let us hold her, and gave us puppy kisses. It was almost like she was saying, "Pick me! Pick me! I'm the one you want!" She chose us. And we couldn't be happier!

Regroup

Day 1   Start.  Just start. Put your fingers on the keys. Let the words come. Let them choose themselves.  You know they are there. Waiting for you to release them. Start.  Just start. August August has always been the beginning of a new year for me. Much more than January. When August 1st came around, it seemed like things were shiny and new again. New school clothes, new shoes, new school supplies, and a new calendar. Even now, having been retired for four years, it's the start of a new year.  And today will also be the start of something new in our house. Today we pick out our new puppy. We know her name is Sophie. We just don't know which one it will be. When we chose Jake and Chloe, they each crawled into my lap and cuddled. I guess, really, they chose us. So today when we go looking at puppies, we'll wait and see which little girl chooses us.

Pause Before Spring

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  Pause ... I did that.  I haven't written anything in a couple of weeks and I certainly haven't blogged (January 11 was my last post!). But, it's hard to visit Coffee With Chloe  when Chloe isn't around.  And COVID absolutely paused me. no visiting  no traveling no grandkids no holidays Just Greg and I. But now we have TWO shots! We can start making plans!   Josh and Kara's wedding vacations with Sue and Larry visiting friends CONCERTS  and most importantly, family time My OLW, Grace, allowed the pause this year.  Grace gives me time to think.  Grace  gives me progress, not perfection.  But now might be the time to SPRING action--or at least  SPRING  into my writing life again.  Time to get into those writing projects I've been dabbling with. Time to make some plans.   SPRING

#SOSMagic: The Pile

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  Here it is. My TBR pile. All the books Mom has given me in the last few months. She says they're great. I'll really enjoy them.  And yet.  They sit beside my bookshelf. Waiting. Waiting for me to dive in and devour them now that I have more time to read. But, I don't. Because -- Every. Single. One. is a World War II novel. Most are set in Germany. Some in camps. Some about strong women who fight. Some about survival. But I just can't do it. With all the crap going on in the world  United States, I just can't read these. Right now I need books that are happy, fluffy, uplifting. A good mystery will do, so will a story of family. But WWII novels, dystopian novels. Nope. So for now, these are going to stay piled beside my bookshelf. Waiting.