Id Rather Be Blogging

Thinking

I've been thinking.

A lot.

I've been thinking a lot about this very old blog.

When I came across it recently, I realised it's been so neglected since I last posted in 2013. The whole thing was a mess; most of the images were missing as they were hosted on a server that no longer exists. I tried my best to find what I could on old external drives I dug out and dusted off... but sadly some files are gone forever though when my old HP laptop died.

But in trying to fix this up to be at least somewhat presentable, reading the old posts brought back some wonderful memories. Many links to old blogging friends no longer work - but I was pleased to see some still have continued to write and I can't wait to get in touch with them again!

Since 2013 quite a bit has changed in my life; my daughter married a few years ago, we bid farewell to our dear cat Sheba and sweet dog Casey. I retired last year and have been enjoying building my small business making polymer clay charms.

But some things stayed the same: I continue to draw, paint and sculpt. Hubby and I still live in the same home and I love spending most of my time here.

So should I return to blogging?

I think.

Yes.

I think I shall.

Twas Two Weeks Before Christmas

Twas the day of vacation, for me but not hubby

I wasn’t stirring, he awoke a bit grumpy

He showered and shaved, his routine am chore

As the covers I pulled up around me some more

I turned off the radio, nestled deeply in bed

While he left for work, a Monday to dread

For it was cold, a terrible freeze which can kill

Minus 41 with that dreaded wind chill

When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter

Hubby was back, in fact never had left

There he was standing looking very bereft

His truck would not start, and not only that

He was dismayed to realize, a tire was flat

I got on the phone to CAA did I call

The wait was six hours – gee is that all?

We waited, but only three – hooray what luck!

Out on our driveway our rescue; the CAA truck

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

A white bearded man – but no tiny reindeer.

Santa had come! Two weeks early oh sure

But more than welcome with a promise to cure

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Filled the flat tire, started the truck with a jerk.

Still in my PJs, I ran for my camera

Threw on my coat for a photo op with Santa

I asked for his picture, a wonderful post this would make

He posed with a smile and other photos I did take

He returned to his truck, packed up and prepared

For the next customer in need, not a moment to be spared

I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove down the driveway

“Merry Christmas to you, and to you a good day!”