Simple Sunday

Happy Mother's Day to my mom up in Heaven...

To all mothers and women who are like mothers -
Have a wonderful Mother's Day...

Duker-day...and School!

Duke here --

I love to go for rides. It's almost my favorite thing to do. Ever. Well, maybe playing blue ball comes in a close second. I hate it when my mom, or anyone here, leaves and doesn't take me with them.

Yesterday, I (and Sosha too) got to go on TWO car rides! It makes up for them moving the well driller without me and Sosha on Thursday night. The first place was some building that Mom takes us to sometimes. She goes in with some papers and a check (I know that a check means money somehow) and comes back to the car with no check and different papers. She used to go there more often, but business is slower lately (or so she says) so she doesn't get to go as much.

But the second place? That was cool! We sat in a parking lot and watched kids! Kids were playing on these cool things that swung back and forth and they were running around. I so wanted to be there, running with them. Then school buses pulled in and there were kids on them. That's when my sister came out of the building and came and got something that my mom was dropping off. Instead of leaving right away, my mom stayed so that we could watch kids get off the bus and walk back to the building with my sister and her helpers. I wish I could have been one of her helpers. It looks like my sister has a really important job. My mom says that she does have a very important job and that she is proud of her. So am I, but I still wish I could go play with those kids!

Poetry on Wednesday

Where The Wild Things Are
by Maurice Sendak




 I read this book to my son every night for many months way back when, twenty years ago. He loved it.

And now, said Max. "Let the wild rumpus start."

He especially loved when the wild rumpus started and I would often make different noises as I turned those pages where the rumpusing took place. For some reason, Jon's favorite seemed to be when I simply said (in a deep un-momma-like voice), "RUMPUS! RUMPUS! RUMPUS!"

But I think his favorite part of the book was:

And into the night of his very own room, he found his supper waiting for him. And it was still hot.

Because Jon loved home and he loved things to be cozy. And what would be cozier than coming back from a wild rumpus and finding a nice warm meal in your very own room?

Monday Musings

It's a rainy chilly Monday morning here in our little corner of the world. A sharp contrast to the beautiful day that was yesterday. You have to take the bad days to better appreciate the good ones.

The view from my office window

I am truly blessed...

Refections on the A to Z Challenge

 

Well, I made it. I finished the A to Z Challenge and it sure feels good. I loved the subject matter that I chose, but was never quite satisfied with what I wrote. It is what it is. I ended up being a little bogged down with other projects and, even though I should have done posts ahead of time and didn't, just feel like I didn't do my best with every post. I've loved the comments and feedback I've gotten. Thank you all for your wonderful encouragement. ♥

I started the month visiting other blogs the way I was supposed to and commenting when I came across one that had actually started the challenge (I came upon many who hadn't started yet, or ever). Then, as other things started to consume my spare time, I found that I just wasn't able to go visiting quite as much. I feel bad. I did find some great posts and some great blogs that I will continue to follow. But doing some of the research for some of the posts (I couldn't always count on my memory), or looking up certain passages from the books, then actually writing the posts took up a good chunk of time. I could have spent another couple of  hours (at least) a day visiting other blogs to read and comment. And I really wanted to keep up with the blogs that I have been following forever. I feel a loyalty to make them my priority, but even fell behind on those. I found that I just couldn't fit it all in and finishing (or catching up on) my post had to be my priority. For that reason, I'm not sure if I'll do it again. I don't want to commit again if I can't give it my all...

As it is, January, February, or March would have been a better months for me since they are much slower in our household (and business).  Other people are more organized than I am and seem to be able to accomplish what I could not. I don't know how they do it. But then, I was not as "together" as I should have been.

But I really love learning and writing about Laura Ingalls Wilder. So, while I may not commit to doing this challenge again, I may just do some kind of personal challenge again. I have no complaints or suggestions about the A to Z Challenge itself. The volunteers who donate so many hours to making it all work deserve a big round of applause! And who knows, next year I may just decide to do it all over again!!

Interesting (to me anyhow) blog stats during the challenge:

The page with the most views: Almanzo at 70 views.
The page with the least views: Understanding at 5 views (which was a link to a post I had written already).
The page with the most comments: Maple Syrup at 19 comments (a long one, but with a chance at a giveaway if you stayed with me through the whole post).
The page with the least comments: Understanding at 0 comments (apparently readers don't like to be sent somewhere else).
I didn't keep track, but I think I gained another dozen or so followers. Much less than last year, but I think keeping to a theme that appeals to a certain audience affects that. And since that's really the essence of who I am, others probably wouldn't enjoy my blog during normal times anyhow.


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