tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009089298839754742024-02-06T18:38:08.880-08:00Becky's BlogR.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.comBlogger639125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-63312498957643905662023-12-19T09:23:00.002-08:002023-12-19T09:23:22.503-08:00WOTY 2024<p>The ever-expanding Word Of The Year (WOTY) 2024 possibilities list. The funny thing is that usually the word I end up using isn't on my list. I also tend to have a transitioning intention for the December/January season, then settle into my enduring word for the year. Last year I chose SIMPLIFY as my transition word, but the word that eventually held my hand all year long was STEADY. </p><p>The phrase from 2021, KEEP MOVING FORWARD is also a STEADY refrain in my head. 😁😁</p><p>I have been SIMPLIFYing by purging a lot of my personal possessions and redoing my office spaces, so I am glad to see that I upheld my 2023 intention to some extent. I also quit school and let several past hobbies go, accepting that I am no longer that version of myself. Bittersweet but good overall.</p><p><br /></p><p>(Reposted from a Facebook reflection I wrote today)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLhLanoM1Na9naCAk32tZ8LxluxerfKBdyAOgxKGZcow5HD6fzn1NVNRSaNepJ7RVhxXRfeVJ6_8Qd8202luF6fAVbqRgbUEDA7cZuZjxfTn_CkvoZiRwQwS2gliwfH-4dhWFSiQTNkdd59mEM4oGwh2MOGLDkxBqjLKV22xMibWjMbVaRD6_CyI-IVc/s4000/20231219_091417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1868" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLhLanoM1Na9naCAk32tZ8LxluxerfKBdyAOgxKGZcow5HD6fzn1NVNRSaNepJ7RVhxXRfeVJ6_8Qd8202luF6fAVbqRgbUEDA7cZuZjxfTn_CkvoZiRwQwS2gliwfH-4dhWFSiQTNkdd59mEM4oGwh2MOGLDkxBqjLKV22xMibWjMbVaRD6_CyI-IVc/s320/20231219_091417.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><br /><p></p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-21655423400709315402023-10-04T09:38:00.000-07:002023-10-04T09:38:45.630-07:00Comfy Fashion Post<p>Hello y'all! I am on my way to Texas and this is my plane outfit. 😍 These are not affiliate links (yet??!!), I'm just trying to make the world of clothing a friendly, fun, and fitting place. I currently weigh 200 lbs, have a round shape, and wear 16-18, XL. </p><p>And here it is THE TRAVEL OUTFIT!!!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVak8XabuecFML9o7pYM1T4D_xGywJUBGBlgJu6PogU62z5fTC1FV0NR61pev_JmSa4kWsM8uV79mqgl4tK2MXsKeQOklzo92D669chkMmyPdDpeoXUTEhrY4gqOI-Omuvb0DEEGSzJcbBQNEGAemJePihG17asd7PdxmX0s5WgPTvnvx4Wx7ncQgeK4o/s4000/20231004_092027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVak8XabuecFML9o7pYM1T4D_xGywJUBGBlgJu6PogU62z5fTC1FV0NR61pev_JmSa4kWsM8uV79mqgl4tK2MXsKeQOklzo92D669chkMmyPdDpeoXUTEhrY4gqOI-Omuvb0DEEGSzJcbBQNEGAemJePihG17asd7PdxmX0s5WgPTvnvx4Wx7ncQgeK4o/s320/20231004_092027.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>I can't delete or rotate from my phone yet, so here you go! I'm letting myself be a beginner this trip so this is a great post for that. </p><p>Also, I forgot to mention that it's Wednesday, which for me is WE day, because I focus on group things. Usually I have activities for my kids, and things on Wednesdays that involve groups of people. My WE day colors are black and white. It is also decision day if I have anything on my mind that needs a choice one way or another.</p><p>🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤</p><p>Details:</p><p>Jeans - Gloria Vanderbilt All Around Slimming Effect size 18, found at a local reseller for Costco in WA.</p><p>Tunic T-shirt from Elly and Grace - https://ellyandgrace.com/</p><p>Heartwork Journaling Trucker Hat and Hanes Unisex Sweatshirt (2x, too big, I'm usually a woman's XL) from Zazzle. (The sizes vary a lot so try a few and you might have to reorder but the customer service was fast and friendly.)</p><p>Existential Crisis Duck tap nightlight - such gentle light and a satisfying touch/sensory experience for me. It used to have legs. I found it on Facebook but I've heard they are on Amazon too. </p><p>Bee Better Bombas socks from my daughter. No idea where she found these. Lovely though. I like happy and inspirational words on my clothes.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-81810107707199138032023-05-01T09:05:00.000-07:002023-05-01T09:05:02.962-07:00Mournday<p>For me, Mondays are Mourn-days. I find that I am a bit out of sorts after my busy weekends, and my sensitive nature has pulled in much of the world's pain. I see many broken things in the course of my life, and for a while, the sadness of what is wrong in our world and sometimes, in my own life, overwhelmed me emotionally. Having a day to process things and tidy up emotionally helps me stay balanced and healthy. The natural low of Mournday sets me up with a clearer mind and more energy for To Do Day (Tuesday).</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhsZQWia1jMYpZj5-4EHaaMQLY3ghZrNoMtRrvoZeRvJT9OH7CQJcfvWHgT-5O4ya_zkue41ALpB3AFN1B2DvjxZsrGIbR5J35laCt7DJINDaKp5faUwHnE8n1uJUF1U2tN6kaWRgCvZWLr3SDGSvVEUzQwePWlKodhbIryYsj0n7ApHQAP-_pfZT/s4608/IMG_20230501_085250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhsZQWia1jMYpZj5-4EHaaMQLY3ghZrNoMtRrvoZeRvJT9OH7CQJcfvWHgT-5O4ya_zkue41ALpB3AFN1B2DvjxZsrGIbR5J35laCt7DJINDaKp5faUwHnE8n1uJUF1U2tN6kaWRgCvZWLr3SDGSvVEUzQwePWlKodhbIryYsj0n7ApHQAP-_pfZT/s320/IMG_20230501_085250.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Mournday is blue, and I try to incorporate water and art (beauty) into my day. I am wearing Walmart or Ross clothes, a scarf I made at my local Crochet Club, and a heart necklace that my son gave me. Usually I'd have dangle earrings too but I've lost my current blue pair.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-87280476047236585262023-04-25T11:07:00.004-07:002023-04-25T11:15:23.825-07:00Beach Outfits<p>Hello! This is the first post of a new series for my..... outfits! I am part engineer, part storyteller, and very sensory-sensitive, so clothing is a joy and a challenge. Here I want to share what is working for me right now.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT29383ulN4gDvj69vj9_vYWl0ee0jNhuuvnW3kfYi8s5V-rLsQvndmye6znh4YFox7sWrSwM5L--lrLxnj9ZJU4QVodwk3iJ_unC-MWI1dUq2HUTINTyxv-ZsG12jUZZprrXzktoxKaHPPWLJPwrz05E1Iaf5p8Co_8cglsURFBUw_EjzFhMF5wdO/s4608/IMG_20230424_110903.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT29383ulN4gDvj69vj9_vYWl0ee0jNhuuvnW3kfYi8s5V-rLsQvndmye6znh4YFox7sWrSwM5L--lrLxnj9ZJU4QVodwk3iJ_unC-MWI1dUq2HUTINTyxv-ZsG12jUZZprrXzktoxKaHPPWLJPwrz05E1Iaf5p8Co_8cglsURFBUw_EjzFhMF5wdO/s320/IMG_20230424_110903.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fuzzy blue hat - Walmart</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ear Warmer Headband - Linda's Crochet Love (local and handmade!! ❤️)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chosen (TV show) sweatshirt "Get used to different"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blue stretchy pants - Tried and Tru, made in Kenya</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Boots - Walmart </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63nJ5kEtvojh565teq2Z_GdPH1eRQVgyS5tKXoTWzuWFuJvDXpEopafacn2HPNdaEuDtHk7kjfzlQb7Iaijmd3Oxob4s7ulBHtmQ9LMTyagP6tNsGsZFHYZ-0WI9U6_V7nhY4T6fAfJG8BiK8-Alx7ydwD2mmhbxdsdBcjdS1fLauOOJtvUpteu29/s4608/IMG_20230424_073543.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63nJ5kEtvojh565teq2Z_GdPH1eRQVgyS5tKXoTWzuWFuJvDXpEopafacn2HPNdaEuDtHk7kjfzlQb7Iaijmd3Oxob4s7ulBHtmQ9LMTyagP6tNsGsZFHYZ-0WI9U6_V7nhY4T6fAfJG8BiK8-Alx7ydwD2mmhbxdsdBcjdS1fLauOOJtvUpteu29/s320/IMG_20230424_073543.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>A better view of my favorite new beach accessory - ear warmer headband - as the weather turns from cloudy wet to spring sun.</p><p><br /></p><p>❤️ Linda's Crochet Love sold through the Facebook page for ART HQx.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-32592473527539707842023-02-24T14:21:00.000-08:002023-02-24T14:21:07.797-08:00Hair Posts<p> Hair Saga</p><p>I am cutting my hair short on April 6 and hopefully donating it to Locks of Love. I like things that are cyclic, so I plan to grow it out and donate it every 3 years or so. </p><p><br /></p><p>Today is the 3rd day of Lent. One of the things I will be doing is a love letter to my hair in portraits. Long hair and short hair are different, and I want this hair to be fully lived (and loved) before it goes off on its next adventure.</p><p><br /></p><p>Today's hairstyle: front braids.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CH8RqniIX6s7ys0tYgty7bwxZM_9z5jTMvtoAETTfIcLhs6rMImGHINE7E3pxqEfYJLgR8y2LRCbWL2r83vDWaIKxnKt81sqkhvV7UJd60C07HTNgiU201UDV-WwDFwYoq0NVyJH_uaAiJinJoUuLD034Bs9sK0lY9lzSFxppL-PXobxxmmCrWRC/s4608/IMG_20230224_141607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CH8RqniIX6s7ys0tYgty7bwxZM_9z5jTMvtoAETTfIcLhs6rMImGHINE7E3pxqEfYJLgR8y2LRCbWL2r83vDWaIKxnKt81sqkhvV7UJd60C07HTNgiU201UDV-WwDFwYoq0NVyJH_uaAiJinJoUuLD034Bs9sK0lY9lzSFxppL-PXobxxmmCrWRC/s320/IMG_20230224_141607.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-60302826947732691052023-02-24T06:34:00.017-08:002023-02-24T06:34:00.230-08:00Hidden Wealth<p>Salt - the Salt Wars (book)</p><p>White Sugar - Little House on the Prairie</p><p>Paper - bark, papyrus, parchment...</p><p>Toilet Paper - my personal proof that there is hope for humanity.</p><p><br /></p><p>Someday I want to do a lecture called "You're Richer Than You Know" or something like that. We have enough of so many things. We are wealthier than we know.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-34816410570716022582023-02-23T04:50:00.002-08:002023-02-23T04:50:00.224-08:00Moving Beyond My Notes<p> I am trying to get back to posting thoughts here instead of just creating endless new notes on my phone.</p><p>So buckle up, it's about to get bumpy! Random thought dumps here we come!</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-33949710760315493722023-02-22T04:50:00.005-08:002023-02-22T09:32:37.135-08:00Simple Luxuries 2023<p> Right now, to BE this means:</p><p>2/23/2023</p><p>Prepackaged Nutella (hallelujah!)</p><p>2/22</p><p>Ordering an extra uniform and team sweatshirt for my son (13) so I'm not worried about laundry and spills on travel weekends ($175 for 6 months).</p><p>Investing in good tech (price unknown) and extra chargers ($40 each).</p><p>Getting my daughter (10) a practice uniform and a team uniform ($40) for her gymnastics.</p><p>Treating myself to a seasonal helium balloon once a month ($1.25).</p><p>Buying the fancy soaps at Ross and from my handmade donkey soap source ($8).</p><p>Buying myself nice sweatshirts ($40).</p><p><br /></p><p>I come from a background with a $10 personal spending limit. It's been $10 for years, maybe $20, a month, occasionally$100. Now it's not and I'm having trouble growing, so I'm documenting it here. This list is to remember where I'm at, and also to keep track of the kind of things I find worthwhile to invest in. This is also my gratitude list, that we can do these things now. I remember my mom buying me the nice shampoo in high school, and I was always grateful for that. And taking me to horseback riding lessons. And paying for my Galapagos trip with AP Bio.</p><p><br /></p><p>No one reads my blog, and yet I still find myself hesitant to hit publish. Well, here goes. My contribution to the honest money talks (not sure if it's a thing, but I've seen articles about salary transparency lately, so I made this category up).</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-89897374597292070482023-02-21T13:35:00.000-08:002023-02-21T13:35:13.537-08:00Word of the Year Part 2<p> Nope, not on Facebook.</p><p><br /></p><p>One more place I can check. BRB.</p><p><br /></p><p>Ah, found it in my family's Advent reflection pages from Big Life Journal. They do these neat end of year packets with a theme. 2022 was a journey, this year had a camping theme. </p><p>Well, at least I found my top contenders, none of which still resonate with me two months in. Open, new, little steps.</p><p>In my car Devo book (the one I out in there to read when I'm waiting at the drive thru), it says:</p><p>2021 Keep Moving Forward</p><p>2022 Believe</p><p>2023 Simplify</p><p>which is rather prophetic I think because simplify, or rather simple, is actually the idea permeating this year the most.</p><p>Simple abundance. Simple luxury. Simple prosperity. Recognizing all the areas in my life that are going well and where I can basically buy or get whatever I love most. Pens. Shampoo. Food. Clothes. Shoes. Sheets. Blankets. Helium balloons from the dollar store. Notebooks and pens and art supplies from Ross. For so long, every penny was so tight, there was no extra. Getting French fries for the kids felt extravagant. I don't regret those years because we had an abundance of other things, like time with extended family, but I am glad to realize that we are in a different sort of financial season now. People used to fight over salt and sugar, but now there is enough to go around, so yay!</p><p>It's almost Lent and I want to focus this year on all of the amazing things I have. Letting go of who I used to be and the stuff that represented the old versions of me is high on my list for Lent. I have been realizing that I keep things for several reasons:</p><p>1) I want to remember something, or it reminds me of who I want to be, or who I've been along the way.</p><p>2) It makes me feels a certain way</p><p>3) It's from a happy time in my life</p><p>I seem to collect certain types of things - office supplies, stuffies, books, art supplies, notebooks, art, ceramics, textiles, rocks, and sticks. Putting some of my collections into stations along my Whimsical Walking Way in my mom's forest has helped some.</p><p>I feel like if I could focus what I collect and harness the visual power things have for me in some other way, then I wouldn't be taken over by stuff that I have no interest in maintaining. What I am looking for is all the feels with less of the stuff. Or something like that. </p><p>Someday I want to live in a tiny house. But even before that, I want to have a simple mindset about what I need and what brings me joy. "Efficiency is key," says my civil engineering self, "The most bang for my buck in joy and minimal storage of things." Efficiency, beauty, functionality, system flow... These are on my mind.</p><p>Now I am off to Dynamics.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-91479268411717505522023-02-21T13:05:00.003-08:002023-02-21T13:05:57.200-08:00Word of the Year 2023 Part 1<p> I came today to my blog to refresh my mind with my WOTY 2023.... and lo and behold there was no post here!?!?! I have recently discovered that I have a touch of ADHD and dyslexia, so not finding a post is not too surprising. I probably logged on, wrote other things, and logged off while forgetting the ONE THING I came here to do in the first place. Like going to the grocery store for milk and spending $100 but still coming home with no milk.</p><p>What I did do was add blogger and shortcuts to my blog to my phone home screen, so at least I had a clear pathway forward when I did not find the expected post. WOTY has single-handedly kept this blog's heart beating some years all by itself (a little redundancy in that sentence but I still love it.)</p><p>The good news is I'm still here. The bad news is, I can't remember my Word Of The Year, which is actually usually a phrase. Maybe I posted it on my Facebook page... I'll be right back. Hopefully. Maybe. With ADHD one never knows...</p><p>Did I mention that my husband, Byron, and I started a podcast? We've done two episodes of Gudino Gold. You can find it on Spotify.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-13650672505048329582022-11-06T13:26:00.000-08:002022-12-27T13:33:16.823-08:00Bedtime Stories<p>Raccoon used to love (and demand!) stories in the car. He was probably 2-4 years old or so, and found car rides difficult. I would tell him Peter, John, and Pepe stories. Peter was a little boy, John was his dragon friend, and Pepe was their skeleton friend from a local museum who was very particular about his red paint, which he thought looked like blood. They usually flew off on John to look for treasure, or occasionally to rescue someone.</p><p>Kitty's stories have been at bedtime, and much more varied in scope and characters, although her favorites are Tea (Tae-ya) stories, especially Why and his stabby stabs. I found countless notes on my phone with little scenarios jotted down, like guinea pig with wings flies to new town, princess decides not to marry and gets superpowers instead, etc. Since I tell Kitty her stories as we fall asleep at night, I realized that not even I remembered the story the next day. It would all be there in my mind with perfect clarity, but by the next evening it would be gone. I started jotted down little snippets so I could tell her the next installment the following evening, although now not even the snippets make sense to me anymore, having forgotten the stories they belonged to.</p><p>Telling stories to kids is a good test, because something has to happen very regularly for them to stay interested. It has been a blessing to share my made-up stories with my babies.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-56747122378622464982022-11-05T13:11:00.001-07:002022-12-27T13:20:10.563-08:00School Truths<p>I wrote this to myself on August 27, 2020 and it has proved true over and over as I've made my way through classes of precalculus, chemistry, calculus, and more during three years of schooling.</p><p>"You are not as far behind as you think."</p><p><br /></p><p>I could write of the wonder of being in school, the soul-crushing anxiety of not being able to do ALL the things, the constant pressure of homework and home, the elation of finishing finals week. Now here I am at the crossroads between finishing out two more quarters and graduating with my pre-engineering associates, or pausing school (perhaps permanently?) to go back to work for awhile. Only time will tell which way I go.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-90341702486724407662022-11-04T13:05:00.001-07:002022-12-27T13:11:24.897-08:00COVID cohort<p> This note was composed as part of a larger letter that is no longer relevant, but I liked these two paragraphs:</p><p><br /></p><p>At the end of last year, my children and I formed a small cohort with a few other families and my mom. We all went from feeling discouraged and isolated to feeling hopeful and accomplishing the schooling that our children needed, together.</p><p>Now that we are facing an entire year at home, not just a few months, I think our mental and social health needs also must be met while still keeping our families as safe as possible.</p><p><br /></p><p>Written August 6, 2020 at 10:21 am</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-1912763161349409272022-11-03T12:41:00.001-07:002022-12-27T13:05:22.228-08:00Grief Moments<p>I pulled up in front of my Dad's office and looked for him in the window, just out of habit. For a split second I thought, "Oh, I'll pop in on my dad today." He was always glad to see me when I stopped by the church. He'd invariably ask, "What are you up to this morning?"</p><p><br /></p><p>Trying not to lose my schnitzel, Papa bear. Trying not to lose my schnitzel.</p><p><br /></p><p>Written July 26, 2020 at 8:32 am.</p><p><br /></p><p>Note: My dad passed away on April 6, 2020, just after the world shut down due to COVID. His skin cancer had come back even though none of us knew it and had spread to several tumors in his brain. He went to the emergency room in March with stroke-like symptoms and his decline was quick after that. He passed away at home. He was 63 and I was 38.</p><p>I had wanted to go back to school the fall of 2019 since Kitty was in school, but it didn't work out. Instead I spent those months at the church with my dad, puttering away at my books. They are some of my favorite memories of him. He'd come out of his office for a chat and we'd poke through the church fridge to see what snacks were left over from Sunday. I did go back to school starting on my birthday in January, 2020, just a few months before he passed. Our relationship was rocky at times, but I am glad for the gift of those months with the best version of him.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-35520151117733239302022-11-02T12:34:00.005-07:002022-12-27T13:25:32.532-08:00Personal Guidelines for Kitten Rescues<p> 1) Don't ever put them back. The weak ones may die and the strong ones will only get stronger. Hunting them down again will also be a waste of time and emotionally exhausting. Finding them is a gift. Take it.</p><p>2) They will cry for their momma a bit, but then they will cry for you.</p><p>3) No medicine until they are strong.</p><p>4) For the weak ones, feed little and often. Make sure they can poo and pee. May need help. Google it.</p><p>5) Keep area and box clean.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>This is the end of the original content from June 24, 2020 at 7:31 pm. We had two batches of COVID rescue kitties, both born to our now-pet-then-feral cat Christmas. We lost one from each batch, Carrot and Roberto. We kept Pumpkin and Bob from the first batch. It seemed impossible that Christmas would ever be tame, but she thrived with the move from S. to W. and now sleeps under the blankets with whomever is her current favorite. Bob lived a full life and brought us much joy. He was our dog-cat. He passed on December 13, 2021, and was buried with much love and tears in W. I still miss him to this day. Pumpkin is a very catty cat, and likes to ride our shoulder, sit in the sink, and reached kitty heaven when he finally caught a bird. All three of them are orange.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-16540148775887413412022-11-01T12:22:00.002-07:002022-12-27T12:34:37.633-08:00Retro Nablopomo 2022<p>When I lost the ability to blog on my phone (I used to blog on my kid's ipad), I did not stop writing. I do not seem to be able to NOT write, so I used the notes app on my phone to catch the little phrases and ideas going around in my brain. I've meant to go back and turn them into blog posts, and finally, 2022 is the year! The oldest of these musings is from 2020, and may require more explanation. I plan to post the stuff mostly as is, because if I elaborate, I may never finish. So comment away if something is confusing! (Not that I actually have any readers besides my mom at the moment, but I am writing this by faith that someday, maybe something I write here will matter in the larger context of someone's life.)</p><p>I believe I can pre-date these entries, so they will say November in honor of National Blog Posting Month, but I am in fact writing them the week after Christmas. I have had my laptop, which I love, for school, but now that I am not in school, I have the bandwidth for a few personal projects. </p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-73993121134254239082021-12-26T00:14:00.001-08:002021-12-26T00:15:32.397-08:00Word of the Year 2021<p>Keep moving forward. Those were the words I chose for 2021 and they have served me well as a mantra and a guiding light. </p><p>My 2021 Word in Retrospect (thank you, Maritza Parra, for that idea) is compiled. Or consolidated. I have been moving things around in my life the whole year, from my downstairs bedroom/office off the kitchen at Sumner to the upstairs green room, then off to Grace Meadows (my mom's home) where I finally got a special space as an office of my own (half the old preschool then COVID school room). </p><p>Journal style of the year - I won a scholarship to Heartwork Journaling University (the second one ever offered I believe) and this has been amazing even though the year has just begun. I am also quite fond of the Hero's Journal and just got LOI 3.0 for Christmas. I have moved on a bit from paper collage / scrapbooking, although I still saved wrapping paper clippings from today's Christmas extravaganza.</p><p>Descriptions to add to my bio - cat mom (COVID kittens, two batches! RIP Bob 😭), engineering student, HJU doodler, middle school basketball coach (who would've thought!?)</p><p>Candidates for Word of the Year 2022? Graduate. I can't really think of anything else since this is consuming most of my mental space. Engineering and Physics all year long (3 quarters). I haven't written much about going back to school on here, but it's been life-changing. Build. Don't Give Up. Speak Up.</p><p>WOTY 2022 results still pending.</p>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-46205980437248483612020-01-21T08:10:00.000-08:002020-01-21T08:11:26.955-08:002020 Word of the YearYes, I am still here, lurking behind the pages of my blog. Lol. My lack of posts is more testament to the incompatibility of my current devices with the blogger app than the lack of a desire to write and share.<br />
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So here I am again. I probably say that a lot, as I have discovered other consistencies in my goals that make me laugh.<br />
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In 2012-2013, I was also talking about PEACE and BE BOLD. I discovered this as I was looking back for my travelling with tots post for a friend.<br />
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What!? I'm <i>still</i> working on these things? Wanting these in my life? I am not so original as I thought. Peace that will be my word of the year. Character traits to work on? Boldness. Oh hello past Becky... What's that? Those were my goals 7 years ago too. Oh. Hmmmm..... Shrug. Oh well. Still need them this year.<br />
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So far in honor of BEing Bold, I have signed up for college again, asked questions in class, and today I am on the fence about bringing pizza to our math review. On the con side, I didn't ask the teacher ahead of time if that was okay. On the pro side, it's my long day and I don't get any food from 11 am to 4 pm unless I bring pizza to the math review.... So? Probably pizza. I'll leave it in the car and ask the teacher, then go get it. Or take it and hope he is as favorable to the idea as my high school math teacher was about bread and jam parties for homework time.<br />
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I live in the U.S. now, in a place that is both rainy and sunny, by the sea. Not on the sea, but about 30 minutes away. I have yet to venture there solo however, as the pressing matters of household management and managing myself usually take over.<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/2vdO6UazEus" target="_blank">This</a>.<br />
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Hello world. Happy Tuesday. It's To Do Day!<br />
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My week:<br />
Sunday - Son day<br />
Monday - Mourn day<br />
Tuesday - To do day<br />
Wednesday - We day<br />
Thursday - You day<br />
Friday - Fun day<br />
Saturday - Sat(isfied) dayR.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-50145265514020635442019-11-13T09:37:00.001-08:002019-11-13T09:42:49.909-08:00Book Notes: Devotion and DefianceBy Humaira Awais Shalid with Kelly Horan<div><br></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjmud49JugnP80HcQVz9vScky1qWexI5xeOfyO49E8EGlNp8OuBlUzpklrcW4I_-OfU0_Sav_m6e8RCfxJUcFJzDrxQvOrBOWUjeQaU7MEbZ19Z5-JUbaLh9XT1-3UZTzFCDSOCldBJM/s1600/IMG_20191112_113858321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjmud49JugnP80HcQVz9vScky1qWexI5xeOfyO49E8EGlNp8OuBlUzpklrcW4I_-OfU0_Sav_m6e8RCfxJUcFJzDrxQvOrBOWUjeQaU7MEbZ19Z5-JUbaLh9XT1-3UZTzFCDSOCldBJM/s1600/IMG_20191112_113858321.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="4096" width="240" height="320"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div>This book was eye-opening in all the best ways, although some of the stories were difficult to read. There is very mature and some graphic content in here, so proceed with caution, but proceed all the same.</div><div><br></div><div>Disclosure: I skipped the middle of the book. I had two hours to dedicate to reading her book, which stretched into three, but was not enough to finish it. I read up until she was considering becoming a politician and then skipped to her personal loss and then triumph. I learned many things, from petty to world-changing. The most petty is that I no longer read as fast as I used to, or that perhaps the content of the books I now choose is denser. Also, I have to make more of an effort for the names to stick with me. These slight obstacles aside, I would say I enjoyed it and had a wonderful time, which on the one hand I did, but it was also a difficult read, since the stories of suffering weigh on my heart and linger long after the reading is done. Joy came because I was reading a book without interruptions in a room of my own in a home that I love while my family was peacefully going about their days. Sorrow came too, that there is such suffering in the world and that poverty and lack of education seem to twist humanity in the same ways, whether it is Ecuador or Pakistan or South Sudan.</div><div><br></div><div>My favorite thing from Ms. Shahid is something I found online actually, and not in her book, although I wish it had been (unless it was in the middle part that I missed: </div><div><a href="http://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/blogs/jessica-abrahams/humaira-shahid-on-the-five-fundamental-rights-given-to-women-by-islam" target="_blank">The Five Fundamental Rights</a></div><a href="" target="_blank"></a><div><br></div><div>My favorite things from the book were her confidence in who she is and how that showed in her relationship with Ednan, her first husband and father to three of her children (I do not know if she now has more children or not). I enjoyed how she interwove work with family life, the concerns of a mother, cultural pressures, and being a wife and a politician. I would very much like to be friends with her. Perhaps one day we shall meet. </div><div><br></div><div>A quote from page 205, "...Mimi and Ali had encouraged the children to give us a serenade to John Denver's "Annie's Song," Ednan's favorite.</div><div><br></div><div>Parts of our stories overlap - that song, falling in love, being expatriates and part of an international community, large family life, a thirst for justice, a love of books and writing, and a personal love for God. In other ways, we are very different. I appreciate her opening up her world and her religion, all of which takes much courage.</div><div><br></div><div>I wish her much success and I have a new spot in my heart for Pakistan and its people because I read this book.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-72949591491775153322019-09-30T08:43:00.001-07:002019-09-30T08:59:45.461-07:00First Frost<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeI8BqYcdh5ZXs6vvZ2aYPgkDOfCBHqZw6KcePsjVaWkhA67qxM2NAYPO04qMtFgEe2aVmHe6zVjlMJepzon8aQz80YoU3gvlFRyw7FYQadvhwNF_XbLAu3AhCp6Sjo_tsbmZKEMzjUA/s1600/IMG_20190930_080545855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeI8BqYcdh5ZXs6vvZ2aYPgkDOfCBHqZw6KcePsjVaWkhA67qxM2NAYPO04qMtFgEe2aVmHe6zVjlMJepzon8aQz80YoU3gvlFRyw7FYQadvhwNF_XbLAu3AhCp6Sjo_tsbmZKEMzjUA/s1600/IMG_20190930_080545855.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="4096" width="240" height="320"></a></div><br></div><div>Happy Monday!</div><div><br></div><div>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...</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBU6Jcu_tecSZlMMDTmTcNFbkXPrk-PVHuNVgppVk7wrfb1UxYWmqVfQXCji82_5gh-m00mMst8nLApWs9uA6kGJ63yOSejdx74f4mGMPlQpOhs8VUxNSFy6RPD0y9n6ZMQp5EAlwmLo/s1600/IMG_20190930_084908065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBU6Jcu_tecSZlMMDTmTcNFbkXPrk-PVHuNVgppVk7wrfb1UxYWmqVfQXCji82_5gh-m00mMst8nLApWs9uA6kGJ63yOSejdx74f4mGMPlQpOhs8VUxNSFy6RPD0y9n6ZMQp5EAlwmLo/s1600/IMG_20190930_084908065.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="4096" width="240" height="320"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">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. </div><a name='more'></a><br><br></div><div><br></div>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-17406309548518506432019-09-27T13:57:00.001-07:002019-09-27T14:03:43.250-07:00Fridays<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWChyphenhyphenJ07zFnD0GJirsQLXz7Oh2W29UTE5dEXCW_8RSwpaIREUvmcLWBftneji1pan80lLBsP_R7TFDaSY-RRpR-IxqUhXoXfxpOENhAkG3J2GcmUZcmBqOYffW3Eh4EtQJ2yuDG0TbWg/s1600/IMG_20190927_135910729_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWChyphenhyphenJ07zFnD0GJirsQLXz7Oh2W29UTE5dEXCW_8RSwpaIREUvmcLWBftneji1pan80lLBsP_R7TFDaSY-RRpR-IxqUhXoXfxpOENhAkG3J2GcmUZcmBqOYffW3Eh4EtQJ2yuDG0TbWg/s1600/IMG_20190927_135910729_HDR.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="4096" width="240" height="320"></a></div>This is my view from the bank parking lot of the library and another building I love, previously the Bank of America.<div><br></div><div>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. </div>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-3390108628546030392019-09-24T11:27:00.001-07:002019-09-24T11:27:35.804-07:00Book Notes: First DadsBy Joshua Kendall<div><br></div><div>Parenting and Politics from George Washington to Barack Obama</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLf-gmIx-eR5ssFpwSb9REViW-rFiksUmWLiCmqnDSSTbQ1YrmWektHOiFf2XTlp0_5rGn8CI__kSvRAg18YZURTrAweD0lrEbHWXfEQHJyhu7kI6wS8veMlBxLZxyLUZFQBSEnCYVx0M/s1600/IMG_20190924_111705828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLf-gmIx-eR5ssFpwSb9REViW-rFiksUmWLiCmqnDSSTbQ1YrmWektHOiFf2XTlp0_5rGn8CI__kSvRAg18YZURTrAweD0lrEbHWXfEQHJyhu7kI6wS8veMlBxLZxyLUZFQBSEnCYVx0M/s1600/IMG_20190924_111705828.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="2511" data-original-height="3655" width="219" height="320"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I picked this book up awhile ago from my local dollar store and finally finished browsing through it today. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These were my favorite quotes:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3xzwY3eMbYELdKrVeXRLD2di6_2-oDqjhvO2aSqtR1DnTCU9vsGKy2Sbkf9ORgYvTIOm8SMA6oOG81mM6RbLaQwv8xBT_7sNMNiVGMyi_du2W4L81qAafzhgd2-0IE_o6ved786tc5o/s1600/IMG_20190924_111547284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3xzwY3eMbYELdKrVeXRLD2di6_2-oDqjhvO2aSqtR1DnTCU9vsGKy2Sbkf9ORgYvTIOm8SMA6oOG81mM6RbLaQwv8xBT_7sNMNiVGMyi_du2W4L81qAafzhgd2-0IE_o6ved786tc5o/s1600/IMG_20190924_111547284.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="2818" width="320" height="293"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YHrLzWtJFCe4sdaNS1ygZNl9vH_DXAolg_xi8IGuig1Pd8qpee8aUnTUIMT84F_lQQPVXJ5HFYvz8GuZ_6W34-68IbBd4NXbM8rgz0m9PbBmIXZSevwha7QUNOdI77YYFgYule1InQ4/s1600/IMG_20190924_111607381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YHrLzWtJFCe4sdaNS1ygZNl9vH_DXAolg_xi8IGuig1Pd8qpee8aUnTUIMT84F_lQQPVXJ5HFYvz8GuZ_6W34-68IbBd4NXbM8rgz0m9PbBmIXZSevwha7QUNOdI77YYFgYule1InQ4/s1600/IMG_20190924_111607381.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="2971" data-original-height="1685" width="320" height="181"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also think it will be much easier to be the second female President than the first.</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-17037837365521336662019-09-23T20:25:00.001-07:002019-09-23T20:25:51.032-07:00September 2019 BookstackDo 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.<div><br></div><div>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.</div><div><br></div><div>Except my book stack makes me happy. There are still plenty of stories to be discovered, plenty of things to learn.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1g_sFopIamez0J_mxPw0P0lKAM8cpWdXOSs9uFNg5ZZtNNMAwDhsm_cQzV5y97XBEXIYXjXUNCib9Hg5G5AnzTi9Sm93Uqdqqr5idBePecRHhuezHJ6cOY1g0lwCAnqfsSVpiwpF1Cqg/s1600/IMG_20190923_201817753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1g_sFopIamez0J_mxPw0P0lKAM8cpWdXOSs9uFNg5ZZtNNMAwDhsm_cQzV5y97XBEXIYXjXUNCib9Hg5G5AnzTi9Sm93Uqdqqr5idBePecRHhuezHJ6cOY1g0lwCAnqfsSVpiwpF1Cqg/s1600/IMG_20190923_201817753.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="4096" width="240" height="320"></a></div></div>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-44641918071359847862019-09-21T19:25:00.001-07:002019-09-21T19:46:43.388-07:00Waiting<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27C89H3u7Sw10zL4ltICBbrRMuMaGXJc3SNgtdmyVL4841MnpsVAxSIEbx96Z2Lts5JguBRv-tj0FJ4n68eesqOH7CIMsMYDQCM9mqr6UcUaJdWbxlrst77wmiEp8buml55mHqfoKXR8/s1600/IMG_20190920_091212654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27C89H3u7Sw10zL4ltICBbrRMuMaGXJc3SNgtdmyVL4841MnpsVAxSIEbx96Z2Lts5JguBRv-tj0FJ4n68eesqOH7CIMsMYDQCM9mqr6UcUaJdWbxlrst77wmiEp8buml55mHqfoKXR8/s1600/IMG_20190920_091212654.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="4096" width="240" height="320"></a></div>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100908929883975474.post-14834198804294306232019-09-12T14:22:00.001-07:002019-09-12T14:22:14.742-07:00Nanowrimo is coming!Hello world! This post is just a sound check for November 1. <div><br></div><div>30 days of blogging and I have so much to share. And my blog is still here. I have missed blogging. So exciting. <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpSuVBJXloZZP41KB9khg8Sx2zulWEy-EWOf14vX4ZIAFv643heBNEwKly6bmyq5VKbn1M_EAJiTNwLivUlIef2_8S7MqRdsF0Fj7-qq73DE2emETJTN6cMIpSDrTXWS6RIQab8zm9uY/s1600/IMG_20190912_094336929_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpSuVBJXloZZP41KB9khg8Sx2zulWEy-EWOf14vX4ZIAFv643heBNEwKly6bmyq5VKbn1M_EAJiTNwLivUlIef2_8S7MqRdsF0Fj7-qq73DE2emETJTN6cMIpSDrTXWS6RIQab8zm9uY/s1600/IMG_20190912_094336929_HDR.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3072" data-original-height="4096" width="188" height="250" class=" imageResizeTarget" title="" alt=""></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kitty's dog, Biscuit, and one of her many mice.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div>R.A.Gudinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794924739133958763noreply@blogger.com0