Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Pollyanna

What a difference a good night of sleep makes! One day the world is gray and frankly a bit blue; or maybe that isn't the day it was just my attitude. It seems the bad news of the day can quickly over take your thoughts and eventually your every move. The weight of your world settles on your shoulders and you find yourself feeling a bit hopeless and out of control. Sad.

Then after a good night sleep the sun comes up and BAM! Actually in my world the sun doesn't have to even come up; we are pretty early risers at our house. Life is just plain good; what changed; the coffee is the same, the room looks the same but the day is brighter, the world a happier place to live.

In my lifetime I have lived not just one day to the next but one minute to the next. My burdens certainly are not as heavy as they once felt; if I didn't worry about my family (its a Mom thing) I wouldn't have much to worry about at all. But it is easy to get to be a negative Nelly on a cold snowy day in March. If one would remember that April doesn't usually hold negative temperature days in these parts; wait for the sunshine; count your blessing, perhaps we can all be Pollyanna's for the day.

I wish for you a day of Pollyanna!

*If you don't know what Pollyanna is Webster will tell you!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Marwell Bobby Ardell Konold.

Seven years ago today my father took his last breath. In those seven years my emotions have run the gamut. It is said there are five stages of grief; denial and isolation, anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. I believe most anyone who has lost someone close would agree they go through these stages over the months or years. There isn't a time table, it happens faster for some and that does not mean the one who is gone is any more or less loved. We are all different. But we do all grieve. Will I always stop a moment to think of him on this day? I am not sure; but for now I will.
Today when I think of my dad the tears don't usually show up rather a smile when I think of a special memory I have from my childhood on the farm. I grin when I think about playing pinochle with him or the special smile he had when the grandchildren showed up. My dad was most comfortable on the farm; usually in his stripped bib overalls. He was such a kind soul and I miss him.
The seven years has gone very quickly after the first few weeks and months of hurt we felt with his loss. Now when I see an eagle soaring about I think of him and I am reminded of the many things he taught me. I am grateful for having had him in my life. You were a good man Marwell Bobby Ardell Konold. Thanks for being my hero!

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Peeps

This morning I noticed a friend had posted a picture of Peeps on Facebook. Is this the new sign of spring? This winter has been particularly long for many; some would say it is even too cold to enjoy our usually outdoor activities. That little burst of color made me think spring really might be just around the corner.

Hopefully we will be looking for real birds in the next few weeks. When the Robins start showing up we know we are on the right side of winter!

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