A little backtracking

I have not posted anything from Halloween this year. We had a homeschool Halloween party at the library.

For Halloween the girls had different costumes. Jesse made her own costume this year, including the wings. If you are a Dr. Who fan, then you will know what she is. I think she did a great job. Chloe is someone from Harry Potter (which I have not read; I'm sure she'll let you know who).

We celebrated my Mom's birthday too.

Thanksgiving has come and gone too. The girls helped Grandma finish up her potato salad.

Friday after Thanksgiving, we went to find a real Christmas tree. We went to Old Congaree Tree Farm.

 

We decorated the tree Saturday.



Thanksgiving...fifteen years ago

I was just thinking of Thanksgiving fifteen years ago. It was the first time I cooked a turkey, and the family was coming over. My Dad was right there behind me telling me what to do, making me do everything myself.

The dinner turned out great. But it took me about three days to clean. I was exhausted! John was giving me a bit of grief over the pans in the kitchen. I tried to explain how tired I was but even I thought it sounded lame. I told my friend Monica about it at work the following week. She asked if I was pregnant. Well. Hmm. I hadn't thought of that one.

Yep. I was pregnant. Two years later I would go through the same thing, but I knew before Thanksgiving I was pregnant (the test wouldn't show if for another couple of weeks). I told my Mom at Thanksgiving I thought I was pregnant and John didn't believe it. (I have it on video.)  Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. These memories just add to that love.

A new way to see things

Not too many people know of my love of writing. Honestly, I haven't had, or taken, time to write since Jesse started walking. I started writing sometime late elementary school to early junior high. I do not pretend to be a great writer (you've read this blog lol) but I do find it very therapeutic. I have always tried to sit down with pen and paper when life gets complicated or emotional. My Dad always said my writing was "deep" and there was an English teacher at my high school who said it was "dark"; I think both explain my love of Poe.

I found myself on the 23rd of last month with pencil and paper in my hands. I also found myself unable to write a word. Somehow my old stand-by was failing me. Desperate to find some way to express myself, I decided to try something a little different.

If you recall, I believe it was this past spring when the girls and I wrote some haikus for the library. I thought I would try. Maybe a haiku would be my answer. This is what came out of that session with my pencil and paper.

 

Elusive

It is almost there

Then suddenly burst out loud

That smile makes me proud.

 

The Hand

The warm gripping hand

Reaching out to me for aid.

I gladly give back.

 

The Machine

The large grey box hums.

It creaks and moans during the day.

It bellows all night.

 

Sunset

The day is ending.

Darkness is quickly approaching.

Will the light reappear?

 

No, I am not a great writer. But there are days when doing something such as finding 5-7-5 syllables makes life more bearable.