~ Hello Hello

Hello Hello!!

It's been a long time since my last post and I mean a really really long time.  I'm still here ... physically ... and hopefully mentally. Dear Hubby finally retired and I feel like I get no rest since that happened ... he's home all the time now which I love ... but sometimes not so much. He hogs the remote. 

We are still into the arts and crafts which we slacked off on last year because of my health issues ... but hopefully this year we can get a few more shows in.  We better because our basement and our garage is starting to get to the overflow stage of projects.  At least a few craft sales from the house this summer might clear some of it out and getting a few more things out on consignment and market place. 

 I wish I wasn't so lazy feeling and tired ... which is from my heart issues and my pain level from my back issues really interrupt my days.  (Another post on that issue ... another day ... or not at all maybe would be best.)

I just decided though, through all of this I need to get back to blogging.  Even if no one reads what I have to say ... my blog always seemed to be a bit of a reprise for me.  My quiet time ... a time to reflect.  It's been years since I blogged but I still find myself referring back to it over the years checking on when a certain mushroom was in season or what GrandLoves were up to at a certain phase of their lives, or what project we had going on.  

Soooooooooo ... long story short ... I'm baaaaaaack!!!

Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.


to blog or not to blog ~

... this is the burning question????

Yes, I like looking back at post and conjuring up some great memories from them.
Yes, it's nice to be able to look back and see when I first planted this or harvested that.

I never try to get too personal on my blogging as I don't want to say or do something that someday may come back to haunt me.  

.... maybe I should start over and go incognito.  Nope.  That's not my style.

Yes, I love the cyberspace people I have met blogging ... and then meeting in person is all that more special.  

Yes ... I think I answered my own dilemma ... to blog or not to blog

YES ... although I don't think I have much to talk about that could be of much interest to others.  I guess I'll just carry on as before and use my journaling as a place to be able to look back on for recipes shared or the date I planted or harvested something of interest... like a big ol' mushroom or a big ol' fish! 

Maybe I'll bake a pie and want to brag.

Until next time ...
so it goes in my neck of the woods.


~ my daddy

I love this man.  My dear sweet daddy.  It's been 10 years already since he went and joined the angel choirs in Heaven.

He truly was a sweet heart.  Every single day of my childhood and adulthood he was always smiling, telling stories, teaching lessons.  He always saw the good in people and didn't associate with those who didn't have the good standards he wanted to be around.  I honestly, can only remember him telling me once about someone that he really didn't care for ... and when he explained why to me ... I could certainly see where he was coming from.  He was right ~ the man he was talking about did NOT warrant to be in his company.

He and Mom were so happy raising up us kids ... all nine of us.  There were 10; but Jimmy passed when he was a baby.  They weren't strict ... they were fair and would explain why if you did something wrong.  Always a lesson somewhere.

At meal time we all were around the table ...after a pray of thanksgiving was said ... then it was "please" pass the gravy (or pudding).  One time I said, "gimme the pudding" and my dear sweet poppa took the opportunity to teach me a lesson.  He reached over to a bowl of pudding and took out a scoop and splattered it to my plate... a big mess.  Then he told me to go get a towel and clean up the mess and come back to the table.  I did as I was told.  When I returned to the table he asked if I would still like some pudding.  "yes, please pass the pudding." Lesson learned.

I could go on and on with stories of my Daddy; but I'll put them on the back burner for now.  
It's just hard to phantom some days that it's been a decade already since his passing.  
I miss him like crazy, still have conversations with him and say to myself more times than I can count ... what would you do Dad?  or Daddy am I doing it right?  
This afternoon some of us siblings spent time with Mom.  We had 2 pies and 2 pans of dessert bars on the kitchen counter.  I quietly said to Daddy ... you would love this and as you were eating it you would probably tell us,  "This is why insulin was invented."

My Guardian Angel ~ 'til we meet again.

Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods. ~mel