I do not know where to begin with this description. The time period is from 0 to now. Please don't ask how long that is. I am sure with certain clues, you will be able to figure that out.
I am writing this on my favorite old computer at home. I have a computer room that doubles as a retreat for a few of my pets when they want to be alone.
I will cover mostly current thoughts. I hope to add some pictures as I have seen in a blog. I think that to do this sharing will take a lot of work, but the pictures I have seen are well worth it.
Occasionally, I might review a flashback in mylife. I have times when I just roll that special even around in my mind until it has every possible facet examined. Usually this time is to try to figure out a "what if" scenario.
If some of my items have no zest to it feel free to say so. I think that after I have some a few trial runs, then the real me will be out for all of the world to see. Luck you! As the saying goes, "Come with me and the best is yet to be."
Happy Birthday to you.
I agree that April is a great month for birthday that is filled with warm weather and lots of friends. It has all the makings for a fun time in which one can go outdoors and visit friends you missed during bad weather time.
Enjoy! Celebrate! Soak in that vitamin D from the sun!
Dorianne Mar 31, 2025 at 10:49pm In response to "Crafts"
Thank you to Soldier Mike for your read and special comments. I like the mention that the acronym is something personal. I would need a little help with X's or Qs. I had a Quincy in my class one time. He wasn't quick or quiet. I knew that he asked a lot of questions so 'Questioning' seemed to fit. He did not mind, and he enjoyed the word. If a person had a short name then I allowed the student to use their last name. I always wanted my students to have a good day.
These Blog writings are thought provoking and fun.
So since it is Spring, let me wish you and your family a nice Springtime. I was glad to see the last snow we had melted. I can take longer walks and go outside to write more.
Take care !
Soldier Mike
Thank you for your read and response on this blog. I usually keep my t-shirts for a long time. Then when they do not have to good as new look I either use them as undershirts to become a layer in winter or pajama wear. I have shirts that I bought when I went to different cities for the U. S. National Fencing tournaments that I qualified for. The older ones/shirts I keep as a way to remember the where and when I went.
As for the jeans, I seem to have gained a little weight since I retired from my sport. You can't lose it if you don't burn those calories. One cannot fence in jeans. A fencer must wear all white. White jeans are really hard to find. So the blue jeans are part of my travel ensemble.
My jeans are usually blue, elastic waist and not tapered in the legs. I grew up in the country so that style reminds me of home. I did not live on a farm but tried to help with yard work. Weeding flowerbeds in particular. It helped me see nature and find special animals. (baby birds, lizards, snakes, caterpillars, and such.)
Well I have shared enough and thank you for your reaction.
Have a nice day.
Happy Spring time.
Picking the right clothing can be a challenge, especially if, as you say, your preferred size regularly becomes unavailable. I have enough t-shirts to last the rest of my life (and I've owned some more than half my life), so jeans are my most "frequent" purchase; as I'm no longer part of the rough-and-tumble set, they last quite a while. Color selection's easy: black, tan or basic blue go with anything and support my severely limited fashion sense.
I accidentally clicked on liked. So the like comment should be only 1. I will try to find the way to correct it.
Thank you for the like. I try to write about something special to me. I like doing something unique. These prompts are good and comment worthy. Have a nice week.
Wow! That is some list. You have lots to blog about. Can't say I have anything on my list to compare to yours. I am interested in the Olympic sport, what have you done with your degree in audiology (music?)?
Which president did you meet and for how long?
I will go from here over to your bio and see what things you have written. I write mostly poetry and was away for awhile so I have nothing new posted except on my blog. I am hoping to get back in to poetry.
When I was young, my family lived in the countryside outside of Houston. It was beautiful. My brothers and I made some nice friends in the neighborhood.
When Easter time rolled around, we were all getting excited about the usual, going to church and the egg hunt. That year the weather was perfect.
My father was a doctor. He liked to get up before the family did because he wanted to get the newspaper to read the comics. His favorite was Beetle Bailey.
My bedroom was near the front door. This is important because if we had a visitor, the doorbell would wake me up. But that morning, I heard a lot of car horn honking. It sounded like someone was trying to get someone out of their way. And then I heard voices and the doorbell ring, ring, ring and “Open up please!”
My father got up and let the people in. I was awake and wanted to see what was going on.
The people were a mother and father with a child in their arms. The child was pale and limp. They immediately put the child on the couch and started babbling out a story of what had happened.
Their boys wanted to play a little baseball before church. The eldest child who was eleven, swung his bat which flew out of his hands.
The little girl, his sister, who was about 5 was not far from her brother was hit directly in the chest. She fell down. Everyone ran to her. They saw that she was not breathing. So the parents knew that my father, was a couple of minutes away and could help. Everyone jumped into the car and drove quickly down the street to our house.
In our living room, there was crying and talking as my father went to get his stethoscope. He checked her chest for a heartbeat. Nothing. He felt under her nose for breathing. Nothing.
As doctors do, he was going to tell the parents his findings, “I’m sorry but your daughter is d_____.”
But he did not get out the word ‘dead’ because the girl took a deep breath and breathed out the most wonderful sound anyone wanted to hear. She continued with more breaths and by that time our mother was at the phone to call for an ambulance.
There were hugs all around. The girl’s brother were hugging and crying with joy.
For a minute or two, this girl was dead. But now she was returning to her normal color, and crying. The parents were overjoyed with having their daughter back alive.
The ambulance took the girl to the nearest hospital and the ICU in which she was the only patient.
The local newspaper called her “The Easter Miracle Baby.” This was over 50 years ago but I remember the incident as if it was yesterday. No other miracle could be as happy as this one.
Now for the present day of 2025, the young girl has passed away as a middle age woman from a disease. Her baseball playing brother has passed away. And I am here to remember the most beautiful miracle God can give, a young girl coming back from the dead.
God was wonderful that day. (As he always is.)
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