Monday Mimisms ~ Touching Memories

Don't you hate it when you're discussing something of importance to you that is causing some angst and the person sitting across from you says, "Oh, let it go. You've got to let that go. Just let it go." REALLY ????POOF. GONE like Girl Gone??
HardlyWalk a mile in my snowshoes, Buster! I don't know what the magic bullet is in these matters, but I DO know (and have recently discovered) that when I'm ready to let something go, I'm ready. REALLY ready. Not one minute sooner. Not at the moment of glibness, right on time! 

As I opined on Facebook's mass platform of memes....
I'm getting better at letting go. I noticed today as I threw out bag after soggy box in the basement (Did you know there was a GREAT FLOOD in Bloggingham yesterday??) that hardly any of it bothered me. Nothing I couldn't part with was damaged and it game me an excuse to deeply purge. That roll top desk I've been staring at for 40 years? I used it in the piano room of my first house. Donated.

My son's infant chest of drawers. Donated.
Twelve notebooks of meticulously created Music Theory and Sight-Reading lessons, complete with originally composed vocalize for my classroom back in the day?

That was a hard one.....ummmm...it took weeks to gather all the resources (stop it, Mimi!) You're not teaching anymore and you're so old those resources are out of print)! GONE
But it was nice to sing them again before I trashed them. 
A few lamps were ruined but I realized they weren't my style anymore. Now I can buy newer ones that suit me better.   Silver lining!I threw away five Christmas trees. FIVE! Who wants a soggy tree?Twenty-five bags later and I'm still far from finished.

I'm exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.Rinse. Repeat. Tomorrow.
I touched a lot of memories today. Stories! Stories I'd forgotten.You will most undoubtedly hear them.There are some sad AND marvelous tales in that basement...most are completely unbloggable.
Homer made me sign a non-disclosure agreement 

Back to the soggy dungeon.  See you on the upside.

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Announcing Blog4Peace ~ Post4Peace ~ November 4-5, 2023!

Welcome Peace Bloggers who Blog4Peace! Welcome social media posters who Post4Peace on a myriad of social media platforms including Facebook, X (Twitter), Instagram and beyond! Wherever you are online, you can join our talented community for this annual worldwide event. We are represented on every continent and country in the world. This is our 18th year of peace blogging.
Whether you choose to Blog4Peace or Post4Peace, it's the same community and it's all good!

Bloggers and social media posters from all across the globewill blog and post for peace
NOV 4-5, 2023
Our 2023 Theme is
"Change the Room"The transforming power of walking in peace

Created by graphic artist Ann Adamus @ Zoolatry

Last year we wrote about FREEDOM and how that privilege is entwined with PEACE. We said No Freedom No Peace. You were amazingly insightful and bold from all corners of the Earth. We talked about how to GET FREE in the midst of unwanted invasion (personal or global). This year we're turning inward and moving outward. Let me explain.This is my challenge to you 

Imagine what would happen if instead of trying to find peace, we walked in with it?What if we simply carried it in?
What if we were the peace everyone else was searching for? What if we expected the room to change when we entered? Don't you think it would?Why can't we be the water and the well?

When I was a little girl I watched my Papa change atmospheres all the time.It was as effortless as changing his hat.People acted differently when he was around. You never heard loud voices or cursing or strife when he was in the room; they respected him too much. What he carried was palpable. 
I've spent a lifetime trying to follow his example, trying to understand where that power came from, then founded an accidental peace movement from a ragged bag of his dusty marbles.  Decades later they came to life in the story that became Dona Nobis Pacem for all of us in 2006. It was only then that I knew his uncanny penchant for atmosphere shifts was no accident at all. 
Years later he is STILL transforming that wide-eyed little girl STILL transforming all of us.A bowl of marbles and one personHis quiet unconditional lovechanged rooms, changed atmospheres, changed me, changes youStill.
What you carry is palpable.HOW you carry it alters the atmosphere you're in

You either change the atmosphere 

or the atmosphere changes you

Maybe if we all learn how to change the room we could collectively change the world.

We have called attention to the absence of what we want. Instead of focusing on the absence of peace, why don't we just walk in with it like we own the planet?

Because. we. do. 

Maybe I was a bit naively ambitious in 2006 when I asked you to change the world and expected a peace globe to magically appear on 70 million blogs. Today there are 1.9 BILLION websites worldwide; of those, 600 MILLION blogs. Apparently, we're still expecting to make a dent in the atmosphere because, after all, we're still here. 

So walk in like you own it.

Because. you. do. 

The planet is groaning for peace and stability and the world is watching how you carry yourself. 

We are not the ones to fall down or offer tired platitudes. We are not the ones!!

If that's who we are, if that's ALL we are, then I'm out right now.

I'm about to make a bold statement! 

THIS YEAR you will write words that transform. And nothing less.

 You will draw and paint and sing and created from a place of clear knowing! This will be the most powerful year of peace posts we've ever seen.  

From the moment you set your pen to paper, you will feel it. It will happen in you. How do I know?  

Because you've been peace blogging for many many blog years and you just happened to walk right past me a time or two.

 I caught it then and I sense it now. 

So tell us. Tell us how you do it.

You will write stories of how you walked on seeming hot coals unscathed in the past year.

. When all seemed lost and you wanted to give up, you prevailed. When your body and spirit grew weary and the challenges seemed more than you could bear, you prevailed. . 

Someone out there needs to hear that story. 

We don't change the world or the room by ourselves. 

We pass what we carry to each other.

Peace expands.

We transform. 

People will behave differently around you. 

I promise. 

Let's go! It's a launch.
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Monday Mimisms ~ Do I Look Like Annie to You??

Three Five Things I Will Never EVER Say to Anyone AgainWho Is Going Through a Hard Time

1.  You are stronger than you know.
Please, for the love of all that is BloLy (that's blog + holy for all you non-blog speakers) Let's not tempt the Universe and test that theory.

maybe I need to look in the mirror

2. This too shall pass.
Sometimes it takes a loooooonnnnng time to "pass." In the meantime it's perfectly logical to schedule a nervous breakdown.
3. You've been through worse times than this! You can do it!
Bite me.
4. I'm sorry you're sick. Are you sure it wasn't caused by stress?
Now you have insinuated that I don't have the strength to soldier through and I'm somehow to blame for my own distress. A double-whammy to my pain.                                See #3
5. Tomorrow is a new day.

Thanks. Another day of this???!!
Instead.....Have a big ugly cry. Throw some things. I tried Velcro curlers but it was so unsatisfying. Shut the bathroom door and cuss in the mirror. If you're not used to cussing you'll start tripping over consonants making up new debauchery! Feels so good. Then you'll start laughing because you can't even cuss right.
Crawl under a blanket or a rock with a bag of Cheetos. Works for me.

Anger. Let's say it. It's there because you're hurting, exhausted, and you want the pain to stop. Call up your best friend. Tell her to bring wine, a Bible, a witch doctor, a Priest, some herb roots, Reiki people, anointing oil from the Nile, snake-handling gloves, a Santana album for dancing and a box of very sinful chocolate. Yep. We're covered.I have friends who already have bags packed for such occasions.
As for the above well-meaning offenses, I have been guilty of saying all of them.And I vow to do better.
P.S. I hope this made you laugh
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Monday Mimisms ~ Snippets of Life

There are so many people in my house right now that sometimes I feel the need to go sit in my car for privacy.  Has this ever happened to you?  I pray to the God of Real Estate every day! Help my relatives find affordable housing.. Puuuhhlllleeeaasssse.These people are making me itch. 

Now that that's out of my system....I have a gentleman caller and we are making our way through the beginnings of friendship and such. Six foot two eyes of blue. Male FRIENDSHIP. Perfect.  It's push and pull with me. He must think I'm a yo-yo. One minute I say I'm too overwhelmed with my current Situationship to focus on a new one; the next minute he convinces me that I need him in the kindest of ways. 

I'm drowning in dishes. 

Remember all those dishes I bought in September at the Sale of the Century?Most of them are still here. Sales are UP but not fast enough for me. 

I think I'm allergic to bubblewrap. I'm sure it's not the people...

MUST. FIND. SOMETHING. SMALLER. TO. SELL.

Seriously, I do NOT have time for all this packing and shipping. 

Bree is keeping me entertained day and night. She wants to play "makepop" all the time. So we smear on "wipstick" in a myriad of colors. Then she kisses me on the cheek with a loud POP to leave a BIG mark. It's insanely funny to her.  This is why all my mirrors look like this.

Meanwhile...Beans has started Tae Kwon Do! He can kick higher than a kangaroo.

I'm afraid of him.

I sent out Christmas cards. I had a falling out with a friend that made me sad. I had RSV for a month. I had more nausea from the falling out than the virus. Plumbing and electrical issues here. ACK! Who neeeeds that? My first grandson started college majoring in Computer Science. Remember Baby Boy?

Baby Boy 2010

Making Snowman and Santa cookies with the little ones. Trying not to eat them myself. We're driving around looking at lights like when I was a kid. It was the thing to do! Getting used to having a cat in the house - something I thought I'd NEVER EVER do. And I'm at the age that most times when I search someone on Google, I find an obituary instead. Seriously???! The pandemic has not been kind to mankind. Or maybe I'm just....vintage.
And.oh.the.purging.
I'm throwing out boxes of STUFF. I can't believe I thought I needed all this STUFF. Instead of "stuff" in 2023, how about I try something really important...like a relationship, like taking peace globes to the next level, like taking a ballroom dance class, like finishing that book, like starting all over in the castle once again with a new metamorphosis and a single life vibe that suits me just right. I've climbed over a lot of dross in 2022. I'm long overdue for new pencil skirts. 

Cookies anyone?

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I Am Sure (Quite Sure) That Today Is NOT My Birthday

I've been saying this every year on this blog for the last one hundred years. In the interim...wars have started and ceased. The cosmos went backwards in time and came around again. Three presidents have passed by...and passed on. God rest their souls. And Twitter was bought by Mickey Mouse. The jury is still out on that one. 

Homer baked a birthday cake for me KNOWING I can't eat cake. I wonder what's in this lovely strawberry concoction? I hope it's just strawberries with no evil sugar. Thank you Homer!

Meanwhile I am enjoying the once-a-year attention on Facebook. Birthday wishes are the BEST part of that platform. Thank you!!! They make me smile and I love sending birthday wishes to my friends. 

And still is it NOT my birthday.

I know it is not my birthday because I have yet to use color on my natural brunetteness. I will not be one of those women who embrace the grays and let them flow freely. Nothing wrong with that, but I don't think I'll join the party. 

So far. So good.

I know it is not my birthday because no one in the "real" royal family has bothered to send a greeting. The day is young. I'm still waiting.

I know it is not my birthday because I can still wear a baseball cap and a pencil skirt, although my French nails are beginning to fall off when I'm stressed. I wonder if I should talk to my doctor about that.

And lastly, I know it is NOT my birthday because FINALLY those pesky "Sign up for Social Security" commercials have stopped coming in the mail. I did that last year. It takes an Act of Congress to get that little red, white and blue card. Now that I'm past-the-age-of-knowing-better I feel free to know better.

Does that make sense?

I didn't think so.

Well. Thanks for stopping by. I'm going to make a virtual appointment with my doctor about those nails. Last visit she said she didn't want to discuss my makeup, eyeliner, pedicures OR my Internet dog and his health problems.

The nerve!

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