So, Do Your Friends Read Your Blog?

I know we have made and maintain some wonderful friendships over the internet. 

I cherish these friendships!

However, we all have family friends whom we see frequently in person.

My question does not apply to our online friends and family.

I'm talking about our friends that we see and touch and are near physically and not separated by a monitor.

Do your Friends read your blog?

Mine don't.

One friend, when I suggested she read my blog, told me,

and she's retired,

"That would be one more thing to do."

Now, when it comes to my Christmas newsletter, if someone wants to read about our year, they have to read my blog.

That's the only time.

Trust me.

I'm not complaining about this, but I am curious.

Do your family and friends read your blog?

Please let me know.

My Friends Whom I Love

I received this in an email yesterday.

I just wanted to share it with you!

I had to use my own photos because the others didn't show up.

When I was little, I used to believe in the concept of one best friend, And then I started to become a woman. And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man. Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom. Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities. Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be. One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,' Another , 'Let's fight together,' Another , 'Let's walk away together One friend will meet your spiritual need, Another your shoe fetish, Another your love for movies, Another will be with you in your season of confusion, Another will be your clarifier, Another the wind beneath your wings. But whatever their assignment in your life, On whatever the occasion, On whatever the day, Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back, Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself . Those are your best friends.

Newbies

Clack.  Clack.  Clack.

Clack. Clack.

I take a short break from the pull of the thread as I turn it from right to left.

The pause gives me a moment to think.

I start to make the cord again.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sound soothes my nerves as I think about our little group on Wet Canvas.

We lead diverse lives.

We were brought together by a love for glass.

Some of make beads.

Some of us fuse.

Some of us have gone into metals.

Some of us have gone into spinning.

Our interests are diverse,

and when one of us is happy,

we share the joy.

When one of us is sad,

we share the pain.

We are there to console, to listen, to post, to lurk, to welcome new members into our group.

We laugh with each other.

Occasionally, we step on toes.

We agree.  We disagree.  We agree to disagree.

Clack.  Clack.  Clack.

Clack. Clack.

We have connected through Facebook and Skype.

We text each other.

When one of us in pain,

we all feel that pain.

Right now, two of our group are in pain.

Clack.  Clack. Clack.

We feel that pain.

We all have our lives, and  we come and go, but we are friends!

Some of us have met.  Others we only know online,

but we are friends.

Maggie, Trish, Sueze, Tami, Samma, Paula, Deronda, Debi, Diane, Deborah, Maxine, Rita, Tammie, Debby,

I love you all!

Clack! Clack! Clack! 

Clack!  Clack!

Happy Thanksgiving!

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP.
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS.
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!

Three Beautiful Things This Week

The Three Beautiful Things This Week is a result of a wonderful blog by Clare called Three Beautiful Things. Everyday, Clare writes about 3 Beautiful Things that happen each day in her life. It's a wonderful blog! I can only hope to imitate her in a very small way.


1) The weather turned very cold again, and Pixie made me smile and laugh. Rather than wait for me to find her coat, she snuggled under the blankets to keep warm.

2) I experienced, first hand, the power of Nature on the day we had a blizzard. Only 2 inches of snow had fallen, but the winds were fierce. Highways were closed all around us, and I experienced a "white out" as I drove down a residential street. The sun was shining, but below where the winds were raging, we couldn't see to drive.

3) I reconnected with two dear friends whom I have missed terribly this week. They both were gone, but now, we are united again as women and as friends.

Friends - a Photo Essay--Part 2

Friends - a Photo Essay

In Thanks for all the Blessings

Today is Thanksgiving Day in the United States. Customs vary from family to family, but, on this day, during our get together, there is generally a turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole. pies with real whipped cream. To that I add some traditional food that I grew up with. This year it will be Carne Adovada (Chile Pork) and Red Chile and Cheese Enchiladas.

Our gathering is one of friends that have become "family" through the years. Our children have grown up. Now some of them are married. There are grandchildren. (Here's where I need to remind MY ADULT CHILDREN that my biological clock is ticking, and I don't want to be drooling and in diapers when my grandchildren are doing the same.) Enough said about that.

We do have a separate table for all the children, including the adult children, because they don't like the topics we, parents, discuss. Not only that, we can't all fit at one table any more. I'm really not sure, but I don't think we ever could.

So, we gather. We toast the one who left us way too early. We celebrate those who are still with us. We enjoy the company, then we hear Bob say, "Boy, Terri, that couch is calling my name."

That is the beginning of the end of our gathering.

We put the leftovers in plastic containers to send home. (Mark always gets an extra helping of the Chile Pork.) We sort through the food. We throw away the disposable plates. We lend a helping hand to the young parents as they gather their children to go home.

The football game is turned off for a bit. We hug. We say good bye. We think about next year when we gather again.

If anyone ever asked me what I was most thankful for this year, I know I'd have to say, our gathering. We are both friends and familiy. We are growing up and older together.
God brought us together for this celebration. What a wonderful blessing this is!