Stain-glass Eyes

It’s almost midnight, the night before Thanksgiving.   I’ve just finished writing three thousand words for my NaNoWriMo Challenge. http://nanowrimo.org   I’m trying to make up for two days of non-writing.   I have plenty of reasons for not writing for two whole days, but none seem as good as they were when I came up with them. I’m sitting here in my made-for-a-short-person chair and I want to write a short post for my blog.  Mom just went to bed to read a bit (like she always does) before she turns off the light to sleep. Mom, Checking Facebook While Snuggled on my Couch Mom is visiting me for about ten days.   She brought with her (from St. Ignace) a horrendous storm that dropped about ten inches of snow on Ann Arbor.  She’ll be spending this Thanksgiving with me.   Snowy Day After Mom Arrived by Argus Farms My friend, Ameera, her mom, sister and her niece are coming.  And my favorite soprano, Lucy, is also joining us.  She sits next to me in the Our Ow

I just clicked on the "GOOGLE" sign this morning and read a surprising story about Hedy Lamarr.  I always thought her name was Edie.  I had no idea she had a patent which became important to our communication progress. I love to read fabulous things about women.  Hedy not only was gifted in theater, but in the sciences.  And she dared to run away from her husband, which at the time was something women were afraid to do, culture in those days didn't support leaving your husband, regardless of the circumstances. http://www.women-inventors.com/Hedy-Lammar.asp https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedy_Lamarr Reading about her on Wikipedia made me think, "I wonder what her story is from her own point of view?  I wonder if she ever told anyone the fears and obstacles she encountered leaving her husband.  If she kept a diary?" Our stories will never be told from first person if we don't write.  Telling someone your story to someone you trust is a great release

I’ve been writing for NaNoWriMo and am excited about the challenge.  You may have seen my counter at the bottom of my blog, ticking off the days until I've written 50,000 words by the end of November.   If you want to know what it is, here's the link. nanowrimo .org I wrote last November with the encouragement of my son, Holden.  It was difficult for me and at the same time very rewarding.  Some of the things I enjoy the most I put off and I don’t get to experience them.  I’m getting much better at diving into things and letting joy happen.  Sometimes it’s hard work, sometimes it flows easily.  I’m also getting better at not expecting a lot when I open myself to experiencing something new.  Then I’m not critiquing the experience and wasting energy I could use to have fun. I’ve always like the song Peter Pan sings about growing up ( I prefer the older version): https://youtu.be/93yX9SFVyks    Youtube video of "I Won't Grow Up". I’d hate to have som