We are home again. Everything is unpacked and Joey has the car clean for Honeymoon #5 next week! Good thing I am logging info on each one or I would forget what number we are on.
When you get married at my age, you do not have enough years left to celebrate anniversaries or take trips for them, so we decided that we would celebrate Honeymoons, that way we can have as many as we wish!
So far we have done Door County, the U.P. and Mackinac Island, Cedarburg, and now Manitowoc. Next week is Red Wing and Winona MN. We got married in Winona so that will always be special to us.
Joey wants to return to all of those places, and visit more, but for certain we are heading back to Cedarburg in December to enjoy the Christmas ambience.
Until then, we have many other trips planned, including a lengthy one to PA, WV, NC, TN and KY. That will be October, right after three days in Galena, IL.
Life is good. God is good. And Joey is a true gift from God. Those of you who found the perfect mate early on in life, you are truly blessed to have a full lifetime with them. I will have to settle for whatever time I have left . . . and eternity. I plan on spending eternity with Joey too.
But for now, I just want rest.
~Rhonda
Friday, August 31, 2018
Monday, August 27, 2018
Cleaning House
It may be the way the sun's rays slant in this time of year, portending the Autumn Season and the dreaded fall cleaning, or it may be the thought that as I age, it is simpler to keep the house clean with less clutter, or it may even be the thought of a potential move to the east coast next year, but whatever it is prompting me, I feel the need for house cleaning.
No, not in the conventional manner. No dust mops and brooms. No rags and vacuums.
No, I am thinking of streamlining other things in my life—things like email, blogs, websites, even the numerous Facebook pages and groups I have started up through the years. You see, I realize now that while at the time they seemed to make sense, I truly cannot do them justice anymore.
I can barely keep my website, which I pay for, updated in a timely manner, so how can I possibly find the time for all the other pages/sites/journals that I have going. It is not so much that Facebook is a timesucker, which it is but I spend less and less time there now. No, it is more that the cumulative effect of so many pages/sites/journals is not only a timesucker, but an anchor tied around my neck. I am forever feeling guilt that I do not do justice to any one thing, let alone all of them.
And then there are the trips. Ah yes . . . the trips.
You see, I got married again earlier this year and along with that marriage came the freedom of travel! No longer do I have to look for a friend who might be free to tag along on a day trip, an overnight stay, or an even longer trek. I have a built-in travel companion! And he is better than all of them because he actually loves to schlep all my bags around for me! What this means is that we can travel nearly every week! But, the more we travel, the less time I have for anything at home, so either something has to go or I have to condense down and make my time count!
To that end, I have decided that it is easier for me to just put all my thoughts in one place. No more journaling, no more random writings on this page and that. Just write it all in one place and whoever wishes to read, may. And if no one wants to bother, that's fine too. It is then just for me.
So, with that said, welcome to the "new" blog. "Somewhere in Time" will be just that. My travels, my thoughts, my silliness. Some old, some new. Follow if you wish. I cannot promise that it will be exciting, but it will be random and it should be enlightening from time to time.
One last thing, please do not share without asking. If you do, dire things will transpire, up to and including a visit from Vinnie No Neck and/or Bubba. Be afraid, be very afraid.
~Rhonda
No, not in the conventional manner. No dust mops and brooms. No rags and vacuums.
No, I am thinking of streamlining other things in my life—things like email, blogs, websites, even the numerous Facebook pages and groups I have started up through the years. You see, I realize now that while at the time they seemed to make sense, I truly cannot do them justice anymore.
I can barely keep my website, which I pay for, updated in a timely manner, so how can I possibly find the time for all the other pages/sites/journals that I have going. It is not so much that Facebook is a timesucker, which it is but I spend less and less time there now. No, it is more that the cumulative effect of so many pages/sites/journals is not only a timesucker, but an anchor tied around my neck. I am forever feeling guilt that I do not do justice to any one thing, let alone all of them.
And then there are the trips. Ah yes . . . the trips.
You see, I got married again earlier this year and along with that marriage came the freedom of travel! No longer do I have to look for a friend who might be free to tag along on a day trip, an overnight stay, or an even longer trek. I have a built-in travel companion! And he is better than all of them because he actually loves to schlep all my bags around for me! What this means is that we can travel nearly every week! But, the more we travel, the less time I have for anything at home, so either something has to go or I have to condense down and make my time count!
To that end, I have decided that it is easier for me to just put all my thoughts in one place. No more journaling, no more random writings on this page and that. Just write it all in one place and whoever wishes to read, may. And if no one wants to bother, that's fine too. It is then just for me.
So, with that said, welcome to the "new" blog. "Somewhere in Time" will be just that. My travels, my thoughts, my silliness. Some old, some new. Follow if you wish. I cannot promise that it will be exciting, but it will be random and it should be enlightening from time to time.
One last thing, please do not share without asking. If you do, dire things will transpire, up to and including a visit from Vinnie No Neck and/or Bubba. Be afraid, be very afraid.
~Rhonda
Friday, August 24, 2018
Fool's gold in the rain
When I was a child, my dad had a small nugget of gold. Fool's gold, he called it. Although I understood it was not the real thing, I still thought it strikingly beautiful, maybe even prettier than the real thing. I always wondered what made one of value and the other not worth anything. I understand as an adult it is the properties, but I still say, just to gaze on it, one is as lovely as the other.
The past week or so has given me "fool's gold" on my deck. It is strewn with leaves on the decking, on the table and even covering the chair seats which need to be brushed off each time before we sit. Elm leaves, maple leaves, as well as the poplar leaves, always the last to fall, are scattered about in bright profusion. Even without knowing the date however, the giveaway that they are not truly autumn's glory cascading down, is the fact they are all yellow. Not an orange or red among them. The truth is, the trees were stressed. They had been too long without rain.
I still gazed out my patio doors from my 68 degree house at the 90 degree deck with a thrill in my soul, knowing that real autumn was not far off. Soon the gold would be real.
Then today it rained. It rained an autumn rain, cold and windy. The temperature remained in the 60s, nearly unheard of for August in Wisconsin. It felt like October, and the leaves on the deck looked like October, except . . . still no orange, still no burgundy or rust. Just gold. Fool's gold.
Autumn is just around the corner though. I saw a leaf scuttle just out of sight around that corner. Soon I will not even have to look for fall, it will be here in all its glory.
Until the real gold of autumn comes though, I will relish the fool's gold, content with whatever colors God paints all of my world, and with the watercolor strokes of the dripping brush he painted my world today.
Blessings friends and readers.
The past week or so has given me "fool's gold" on my deck. It is strewn with leaves on the decking, on the table and even covering the chair seats which need to be brushed off each time before we sit. Elm leaves, maple leaves, as well as the poplar leaves, always the last to fall, are scattered about in bright profusion. Even without knowing the date however, the giveaway that they are not truly autumn's glory cascading down, is the fact they are all yellow. Not an orange or red among them. The truth is, the trees were stressed. They had been too long without rain.
I still gazed out my patio doors from my 68 degree house at the 90 degree deck with a thrill in my soul, knowing that real autumn was not far off. Soon the gold would be real.
Then today it rained. It rained an autumn rain, cold and windy. The temperature remained in the 60s, nearly unheard of for August in Wisconsin. It felt like October, and the leaves on the deck looked like October, except . . . still no orange, still no burgundy or rust. Just gold. Fool's gold.
Autumn is just around the corner though. I saw a leaf scuttle just out of sight around that corner. Soon I will not even have to look for fall, it will be here in all its glory.
Until the real gold of autumn comes though, I will relish the fool's gold, content with whatever colors God paints all of my world, and with the watercolor strokes of the dripping brush he painted my world today.
Blessings friends and readers.
Inspired
Recently, my eldest daughter Mystique began blogging, and after reading some of what she wrote, I am feeling inspired to write something of my own. You see, I am not writing anymore.
Well, I am not writing for pay.
For some reason, my editor stopped putting my columns in the newspapers. Too bad. Their loss. I am always running into people who say I am the only reason they still subscribe to the newspaper. That is the way in all of the areas--Point, Rapids and Marshfield. Sad.
I know it is all financial. For the past few years I have been the only local paid freelancer for Gannett News. I guess they cannot afford even me anymore. It is not the lack of being published which bothers me, but you would think after 10+ years, they would have at least said, "It is over." I have heard nothing. I was just phased out without a word.
And that is how it will be for the newspapers themselves one day soon . . . just disappear without a word. Another piece of America gone.
I miss the research, the odd stories, writing about someone or something that had been lost to history until I came along. So instead, I will just journal my random thoughts, I guess. Not sure anyone will read them but me, but that is fine too. Those of us who write, write mostly for ourselves anyway. We have to, when we are inspired.
Thanks for the inspiration Mystique.
Well, I am not writing for pay.
For some reason, my editor stopped putting my columns in the newspapers. Too bad. Their loss. I am always running into people who say I am the only reason they still subscribe to the newspaper. That is the way in all of the areas--Point, Rapids and Marshfield. Sad.
I know it is all financial. For the past few years I have been the only local paid freelancer for Gannett News. I guess they cannot afford even me anymore. It is not the lack of being published which bothers me, but you would think after 10+ years, they would have at least said, "It is over." I have heard nothing. I was just phased out without a word.
And that is how it will be for the newspapers themselves one day soon . . . just disappear without a word. Another piece of America gone.
I miss the research, the odd stories, writing about someone or something that had been lost to history until I came along. So instead, I will just journal my random thoughts, I guess. Not sure anyone will read them but me, but that is fine too. Those of us who write, write mostly for ourselves anyway. We have to, when we are inspired.
Thanks for the inspiration Mystique.
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