Where has 2023 gone? It’s almost fall, the beginning of September, and I’m thinking back to our 54th anniversary last Christmastime and facing the holiday season (at least according to Cracker Barrel and Lowe’s) with all that entails. Where has the time gone, I’m wondering.
Here we are at the end of week three of school already, and we’ve just spent our first month in our new home. Our apartment is wonderful, the people here are friendly and easy to get to know, the activities are awesome (too many to count) and we made it through the first hurricane of the season. Soon, we trust, there might be some cooler weather to celebrate, and we are within six months of having our church’s new facility finished so we can celebrate that. We’ve had all but one family birthday celebrations, only Emily’s remains November 2nd, and we can celebrate our 55th anniversary in December.
Hopefully I will finihs book number thirty before the end of the year. I’m contemplating doing National Novel Writing Month again in November where I will write 1500 words a day in the NaNoWriMo event. I want to do a sequel to “Seaside Serendipity” so once I finish this current book, I may tackle that one. On that esteemed note, I am eagerly awaiting the purchase of my new computer with a large monitor so I can see print without straining. That will be a great improvement. I already have my new desk.
I suppose I will miss planting and nurturing mums this year. I did get my hands into dirt this week, repotting my Christmas cactus, a bromeliad Nancy bought me for a housewarming gift, and moving the bird nest fern I inherited from Nancy to a bigger pot. They seem to be thriving. Still don’t dare put them inside the apartment; Daisy likes to eat anything green and always gets sick. You’d think she’d remember and cease and desist.
No concerts this weekend, no big events. Imagine. I’m thinking it’s time for some just-plain-ordinary days for a change. Bless yours as well.
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