First Frost

Happy Monday!

Mondays are for summiting Mt. House (work). What I add in for me is water and art. Lately I've been going to a riverfront park to eat lunch on Mondays because of its proximity to burritos and errands. That is my plan today as well. Art used to be scrap journaling but not today. My work space looks like this. Today I shall artfully organize so next Monday I can resume my other art activities I hope. I guess I could call taking pictures and blogging art...

And to be quite transparent, Mondays for me are also for mourning. Having the gift of mercy and empathy is great at times, but at others the cares and pain and brokenness of the world weigh me down. Mondays are a quiet day for me to process my week and feelings and losses so that I can stay more even keeled the rest of the week. 

Fridays

This is my view from the bank parking lot of the library and another building I love, previously the Bank of America.

Fridays are a catch-all from the week. Today it's running to City Hall to pay the water, picking up pizzas (hence me waiting in my little red van and blogging), and a cousin sleepover later. A perfectly ordinary and red-letter day. We are all well, mostly happy, and loving life. 

Book Notes: First Dads

By Joshua Kendall

Parenting and Politics from George Washington to Barack Obama

I picked this book up awhile ago from my local dollar store and finally finished browsing through it today. 

These were my favorite quotes:

The author's conclusion was that being a good father did not necessarily make you a good President, not did being a bad father make you a bad President. The ideal would be, however, to do well at both. The role of President, is so diverse that all personality types may find their niche and a way to be what the country may need at that time and place. I think that a man's family life is important when considering him for a leadership role.

I also think it will be much easier to be the second female President than the first.

September 2019 Bookstack

Do you have a bookstack somewhere, waiting to be read? This is one of mine. I have given up on the others and plan to donate them tomorrow to a booksale at my local library.

I was enrolled in 3 college classes that started today, but I withdrew on Friday. The feeling is bittersweet. I felt mostly relieved by my decision during the busy day, but now that night has fallen, I wonder if I made the right choice? Will I have the courage to try again? Does life ever really ease up? Was this my one chance? There is a part of me that wishes I had not peeked behind the veil between my life and that one. It is hard not to lose hope on a night like this.

Except my book stack makes me happy. There are still plenty of stories to be discovered, plenty of things to learn.

Waiting

Nanowrimo is coming!

Hello world! This post is just a sound check for November 1. 

30 days of blogging and I have so much to share. And my blog is still here. I have missed blogging. So exciting. 

Kitty's dog, Biscuit, and one of her many mice.