I Really Should Fire Up the Blogging Engine Again…

It’s a new year…  As a matter of fact, it’s already the end of February in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Sixteen, and I haven’t written a thing in let’s see…well…a really long time.  Strike that…I have been writing right along, but not for my own blog.

So what prompted me to return? It was a comment posted by Georgie Moon, on one of my blog entries  who says she “lives on a boat Greece” that gave me a much needed jolt and so here I am.

Thank you, Georgie.

I don’t plan on blogging for the sake of blogging. When I post next time, I promise (to myself mostly–because I don’t know if anyone really reads this blog) that I will have something meaningful to share.

So if there is anyone out there listening…I mean, reading, look out because I’m going to dazzle you with the written word. Or maybe not. We’ll just have to see, won’t we?

 

 

Jillian Michaels: A Revelation for Sedentary Bloggers and Women Over 50

Close up shot of hand by training woman with green dumbbellI took a good long break from pounding the keyboard and decided to focus on my physical and spiritual health (and not necessarily in that order).

Writing and blogging is my passion. Cobbling words together is easy for me. Day after day, I am (and was) content to sit in my big, comfy chair in my beautiful office with a pretty view out of every window, my furry friend, Pearl, by my side, and just ease into the wonderful universe of words.

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The Holidays vs. Blogging: A Temporary Hitch in My Get Along

The Holidays vs. Blogging: A Temporary Hitch in My Get AlongIt’s 9 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning and after brewing up a cup of Joe and stepping outside for a bit, I thought I would steal a bit of time before the Thanksgiving feast and blog a few lines!

The sun is already warm and it is shaping up to be a perfect, sunny day with a predicted high of 82 degrees. This is the weather we live for every year. Here in the desert southwest (Arizona), it’s when we come alive. The blazing century mark temps of summer are behind us and now there is much to be done and enjoyed outdoors.

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Oh no! We’re Going to Starve: The Deer Hunt Continues

Oh No! We're Going to StarveIt was only 11 in the morning and already the sun was hot.

I didn’t want to leave the cool canopy of the oaks on the wash.

But I had already pushed my luck to the limit.

It was time to get back to the task at hand–glassing the hills for those all-too-elusive deer.

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Guess Who’s Coming to Thanksgiving Dinner?

Abraham Lincoln on November 8, 1863

Abraham Lincoln–Nov. 8, 1863-One month after his Thanksgiving Proclamation and a little more than a week before he gave the Gettysburg Address

It was the month of October 1863.

A silvery, Indian Summer haze drifted over the White House as the leaves on the trees, starved of summer’s extended light, were beginning to turn vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow.

And the American Civil War was raging.

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I Met Him Again for the First Time: A Hunt of Surprising Discoveries

Deer Hunt Glassing in Canyon

Deer Hunt Glassing in Canyon

Are you here to photograph or are you here to help me find deer?

Poof! Just like that, at the sound of my husband’s stern whisper, my hair-brained thought about entering that mine shaft evaporated. And it was a good thing.

Of course, I answered. I just wanted to get a shot or two of this mine.

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The Deer Hunt Begins: Shhh! We Have to Be Quiet Now

We left for the hunt on Friday morning.

The clock read 3:48 a.m. as I said goodbye to my dogs and followed my husband out of the house.

(I hadn’t slept much. I wasn’t at all ready for the wicked 2:30 a.m. wake-up call from my husband’s ancient and much-hated-by-me alarm clock. Bright-eyed-and busy-tailed, I was not.)

We hopped into our trusty, 1983 Jimmy, permanently marked with plenty of Desert pinstriping, and headed out.

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