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A Family of Friends

You’ll find there’s a family of friends living here,
A small group of minds, and of hearts;
With some of us clever and some of us not,
At times you can’t tell us apart.

There’s one who is cranky, and one who is shy,
And one who is really uncouth;
And just when you think you’ve discovered who’s who,
You’ll really uncover the truth.

The truth that we’re all just a little of each,
A group of imperfects are we
And sometimes I might criticize them to you,
But don’t ever knock them to me.

‘Cause the one thing that ties us together for life-
no matter how far we’re apart,
Is love for each other, a family of friends
A small group of minds, and of hearts.

Judy Blume


Catching Up

Things are coming along nicely here. I’ve made quite a bit of headway with the sorting, packing and tossing of junk. You wouldn’t believe the amount of crap one mom and one kid could have accumulated in just two short years in one place.

The kiddo and I spent the greater part of the day doing yard work. Our landlord is showing the house tomorrow and we want to make it as presentable as possible. I’ve done a fair bit more than I’m required or obliged to do, but that’s just the kind of saint person I am. Thank you, and please hold your applause.

We’ve got homeschooling down to a science. We usually get everything done inside a couple of hours. John is looking forward to going to a new school, though; he’s even decided to join the choir there.

Bonnie has been just great about everything, and she even helped prepare for John’s enrollment in his new school; I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to thank her and her husband properly.

When I was writing to her the other day, a line from the poem To Have Succeeded came to mind:

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived; this is to have succeeded.

By this standard, these two dear people are already a huge success!

I miss being able to write every day. I have a few posts sort of brewing in my head. It’s not that I can’t make the time, it’s just that after a day of packing, cleaning, errands or whatever happens to be on the day’s agenda, I’m just too drained to focus. Most nights I can barely keep up my end of a conversation with Mike. I decided to stop early today and post a little something while I’m still able to form a few coherent thoughts.

Some things I want to write about when I’m able to concentrate:

  • More on the economy and stimulus bill
    While I’m certainly no economist, some of the misinformation that’s being repeated ad nauseam could be refuted by anyone willing to pull his head out of his butt, apply a little common sense, and stop hanging on Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh’s every word.
  • News vs. commentary
    The two are not mutually exclusive. At the end of the day, the important question is: Can the reporter and/or commentator pass a fact check? Commenting on the news or expressing opinions about it does not negate the facts being discussed.
  • Pleasant vs. rational
    When I was a teenager, I knew a woman who called me Dorothy, introduced me to her friends who weren’t really there and served ‘us’ tea using an invisible tea set. She was a lovely woman whose company and imaginary tea parties I truly enjoyed. But that did not make her thought processes rational.
    Pleasant and rational are not synonyms.
    (This is not a shot at the mentally ill. I’m really going somewhere with it. Please stay tuned.)

Well, that’s all for now. I hope you’ll keep checking in.

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2009 Rambling On


Butterfly Award

Yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised by a nomination to receive the Butterfly Award. This honor was granted to me by Heidi, author of Southpaugh Homeschool, who has been a source of encouragement to me for the past couple of months. I consider it an honor to receive this award from her:

butterfly

By accepting this award, I agreed to the following:

1. Put the logo on your blog
2. Add a link to the person who awarded you
3. Nominate 10 blogs that you follow
4. Add links to those blogs
5. Leave a message to those nominees on their blog

First, a couple of things:

No one on this list should feel obligated to accept the award. Choosing not to accept or even not to respond to this post will absolutely not cause hard feelings on my part. By composing the list, I am simply acknowledging a few people whose blogs make me smile, encourage or inspire me or otherwise bring me pleasure. Thank you for your contributions and your thoughtfulness!

If you are not on the list, it’s not because I don’t appreciate you. It’s probably because you got one last time, so stop your whinging. ::wink::

Now, without further ado, I would like to offer the Butterfly Award to:

My Crazy Life would have definitely made the list, but since it’s Heidi’s other blog, it seemed redundant to give the award right back to her.

Thank you again, Heidi, for thinking of me and for all your encouragement!

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On


Holiday Greetings

With the holiday season upon us, I thought I’d start by posting this warm greeting here. So, from my home/heart/blog to yours:

Now don’t say I never gave you anything. 8)

Happy Holidays!


Watch Me Twitter

That sounds kind of creepy, doesn’t it? Although it could sound kinky if you were in the right mood.

I really didn’t think I would ever give in to this whole Twitter thingamajig, but what the hell. The hard part for me is being limited to 140 words. I have trouble just saying hello in 140 words! Maybe I can use it to practice getting to the point, if nothing else.

So anyway, here I am on Twitter (there’s also a link over yonder ::points right:: ) if you want to stalk me hunt me follow me, or whatever it is we’re supposed to do on this fancy schmancy twittering thing.

Any tips on how to make the best use of it are welcome and appreciated.

Cheers! And, uh… happy Twittering.

Edit: Not 140 words, but 140 characters. Had a brain fart there.

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On


Dear So-called Friend

To the person who said this:

I have always kept my posts light. Not consciously, more because this blog is for me, even if others do read it. I want to inspire myself. I know about the hard stuff so I tend to keep it to a level I am willing others to have knowledge of. […]

[… I am] not really good at taking advice. Mostly I listen politely then do whatever the hell I decide anyway. I have only a very few close people I let knee me in the back until I listen, so please don’t get offended with I do not take your well ment advice to heart. I only let my whole self show with a few people and if you know only a portion of it you generally will not know me well enough to give me the advice I need anyway, since it takes someone adept at seeing me to accurately access my behavior and approach this wolf in a way that doesn’t result in a baring of teeth.

A few things:

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My Beatlemania

I grew up listening to The Beatles. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know their music or their names. My mother would play them on 45 rpm records while we were home. When were out in the car, we listened to them on 8-track tapes. I remember singing along with The Beatles when I was small enough that I could stand up on the front seat of my dad’s 1969 Mustang.

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah…

She was just seventeen, and you know what I mean…

Man, that takes me back.

The Beatles were fun and exciting. In the midst of a rather turbulent childhood, they were a constant reminder that there were other ways of thinking and being and other places to go in the world. Even after all these years, their music makes me happy and upbeat. It is utterly timeless.

I’m not really sure what the purpose of this post is. I’ve been listening to The Beatles and John Lennon’s solo music for the past couple of days, so I guess that’s where my mind is right now.

Browsing through YouTube, I did come across a great song that made me think of my small circle of blogging friends; those who have been supportive and encouraging through some stressful and difficult times (even when they didn’t realize it). In closing, I dedicate this song to them. I’m sure they know who they are (that includes you, Honey).