Newspaper + Dog = Friendship

In 2011 we moved from CT to Duncan, SC.  We had our dog Ginger with us, and soon after we moved in, I began walking her on the street in front of our house.  Our realtor told us that the elderly woman who lived across the street once owned the property our home was built on.  I had not yet met her, but I noticed she also received the morning newspaper, and the walk to the end of the gravel driveway was about 75 feet long. I was worried about her walking alone on the gravel with her cane, so I stopped by one afternoon and introduced myself.  I told her that I was out early every morning with my dog Ginger and I offered to bring her paper to her door. She told me her name was Ruth Pearson, and she said supposed that would be alright. 

Not too long after, we had lost Ginger to an aggressive cancer, but I kept bringing the paper to her door. It didn't take long for Miss Ruth and me to become friends. Soon, I was bringing her cookies, she was making me Pound Cake - real honest to goodness Southern Pound Cake - and I was coming by for visits.  Most days we'd sit and talked, or crack pecans at her kitchen table - she had a beautiful pecan tree in her front yard which produced a lot of pecans!

Soon, I was taking Miss Ruth to the library—she was an avid reader like me—as well as to the doctor’s, the hairdressers, and the grocery store. We remained good friends until she passed away in 2015 at the age of 91. This treasured friendship began with a newspaper and a dog.

In 2015, we moved to Inman, SC, and had welcomed Missy into our home a few years earlier. We lived in a community of 75 homes with six cul-de-sacs, making it a wonderful place to walk. I’d take Missy out for a stroll in the morning and later go for a faster-paced walk on my own.  

I’d heard about an elderly man who lived on the next street down. He had moved here from Florida with his wife, but just a week later, she suddenly passed away. I'd never been formally introduced to him, yet my heart went out to him.  I noticed he also received the morning paper and though his driveway wasn't long, the slight hill concerned me. So, I began bringing the newspaper to his front door. 

For months I delivered the newspaper without ever meeting him, until one afternoon when I was out with Missy and saw him coming out of his house.  I walked over to introduce myself and Missy, and that's when he told me his name was Emil.  I told him I was the one bringing the newspaper to his door. Apparently, all this time he thought it was the carrier, so he said he always gave him a generous tip!  We had a good laugh about that! 

I had told Emil we lived just up the hill and to let us know if he needed anything. Emil said he was fine, didn't need anything, but he thanked me very much. The next day, I left the paper, some chocolate chip cookies, and my phone number. I didn't see Emil for a few weeks after that, but one day he was waiting for me and Missy to walk by.  He thanked me for the cookies but said that next time he'd prefer them without nuts. And just like that - instant friends. 

I've written blogs about my cherished friendship with Emil (and Ruth)*. He truly was a dear, dear friend, and we always looked out for each other.  Almost every morning, we would sit on his front porch and wave to the people going by. Those are some of my fondest memories, this quiet, peaceful time with my friend Emil and Missy. 

We enjoyed our friendship for about four years before Emil had a mild stroke and moved to the VA hospital.  During COVID, visitors were not allowed except for family, but his son Richard would call me during his visits and hold the phone up to Emil's ear so I could talk to him. Richard always told me that Emil made facial expressions to show that he recognized my voice. Emil passed away in November of 2020. This treasured friendship also began with a newspaper and a dog. 

I felt lost without Emil.  Nurturing has been a deep part of who I am, and after losing Miss Ruth and now Emil, it felt like I had also lost my purpose too. I believed God put me in Duncan to be there for Miss Ruth and then moved us to Inman to be there for Emil. I still trusted that my gift for nurturing would find its place again. I knew it wouldn't come through a newspaper - they don't deliver them anymore - and it wouldn't happen while walking a dog, but I believed it would be revealed to me soon.

Since then, the Lord has blessed me with many dear friends - some I've cared for, and others who've been there for me when I needed looking after. I know with absolute certainty that I've found my purpose and my center - a center grounded in the joy of nurturing and the joy of the Lord. 

* Additional Blogs:  Ruth Jan 2015  /  Emil Dec 2020  /  Emil and Missy Sept 2020  /  Emil, Missy and "Will-Powers" Aug 2020

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Stand by Me - Ben E. King

The song "Stand by Me" was recorded and released by Ben E. King in 1961 when he was 23 years old. At this point there is nothing that I can say about this classic that would be new or different - this song is simply timeless.  Ben E. King 1961

Every time I hear this song, I stop and listen, giving it my full attention.  I love the whole song, but the violin and cellos in the middle are by far my absolute favorite part of the song. 

This 2007 live performance is the one I watch over and over again. At 69, King has likely sung this song countless times, yet the lyrics clearly hold meaning for him. He sings it with the ease of a seasoned artist and the comfort and warmth of returning to an old friend. It’s a wonderful performance.  King sings this song with the respect and admiration it deserves, neither over- nor under- performing it. The expressions on the orchestra members' faces reflect their dedication and respect as well.  Ben E. King 2007

Seeing King in the 1961 video and then again in his 2007 performance, you see a man who has found contentment in life. There’s a quiet yet powerful sense of confidence and peace about him that time has nurtured. He went on to live another seven years, and I pray that those years were filled with the same peace he radiates here.

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People Watching / Airports / Heaven

Earlier this month, my mom and brother flew in from Connecticut for a long weekend visit. Bill dropped me off at the airport, and I waited for Nora and Bernie in the chairs at the bottom of the escalator along with the others. This spot is where everyone exits the airport and goes to pick up their luggage from baggage claim. Since I’d arrived early, I passed the time doing one of my favorite activities—people-watching. It’s always fun, but there’s something especially fascinating about people-watching in an airport. (I also love to watch dogs in cars too and wrote a blog about it, Missy Makes Me Laugh: "Wait for it")

As I sat there, watching people pass by, I'd smile if someone glanced my way, and most of the time I was blessed with a smile in return. I can't say I represent all of Upstate South Carolina, but I hope they remember the stranger who smiled at them and thought, "Wow!  This sure is a friendly state!".

My favorite part of people-watching at the airport is spotting those waiting for someone to arrive. I look for the person in the crowd; eyes fixed on the area where their loved one will appear. I can't get enough of that moment of recognition - both faces lighting up with pure joy and love as they rush to connect and hug.  

I probably watch more than what's considered socially acceptable, but I can't help it. I want to witness it all - the long hugs, the happy tears and the pure joy of people being reunited with someone they love. 

We're not meant to know how we will be welcomed Home this side of Heaven, but I know that the Bible says we will recognize our loved ones. I may not know where I will be waiting, but that's okay, I trust that God has everything planned out.  He will guide me to the place where I can witness the reunions, the homecomings, and all the love and joy that Heaven holds for all of eternity. 

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Dust

If you’re reading this, thank you!  Honestly, if I came across a blog called “Dust,” it wouldn’t exactly be on my must-read list. But that’s just me—I can’t stand dust. More precisely, I can’t stand to dust.

If you’ve been to my house, you can probably guess why. I have countless collections, plenty of treasures, and lots and lots of dust collectors.

Just to be clear, I’m a very tidy person—I vacuum, do laundry, scrub the shower, toilet, and sink—everything. Except dusting. I just don’t like to dust. Bill and I have always moved into a new house about every seven years, so I really never had to worry about dusting.  We would just move. Ha! Why should I bother dusting if we’re going to be moving soon—it felt like something that could wait.😉

I've dusted every way you can think of - a can of Pledge and a rag, using my vacuum with the soft brush attachment, those Swiffer Dusters and even compressed air a few times - I still disliked dusting. Then Bill found these "Dust Gloves" a few weeks back, brought them home and I heard angels sing.

I truly believed these gloves would be life-changing. Why, I just might even enjoy dusting now. Maybe this was all I needed to become a "Duster". Just imagine, I can simply slip on a glove and dust during commercials. I could already picture myself strolling through a room, casually swiping my hand across any surface. Oh yes, I had big plans for me and my Dust Gloves.

This photo on the left was taken when the gloves entered the Alden home on April 13th, and the photo on the right was taken this morning.  As you can see, they are still on my kitchen stool and the tag is still attached. I did pick them up, but not in any way that involved dusting.

After some deep self-reflection, I realized that it is not the lack of having the right equipment that's been keeping me from dusting - I really just don't like to dust.  I'm 63 years and 9 months old and I've decided that dusting just isn't going be my thing. But that's okay, I have plenty of good qualities.  Have you tasted my cookies?!😊 

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Joy

Joy. A three-letter word filled with meaning, hope and peace. Joy, such a wonderful word and feeling. Happiness is also a great feeling, but it's often fleeting, tied to external circumstances. Joy, on the other hand, comes from within, routed in purpose and faith. The word "joy," along with variations like "rejoice" or "joyful," is mentioned over 400 times in the Bible, depending on the source. Happiness fades, but joy endures. 

It wasn't until I focused on "joy" that I felt a true sense of calm - a steady, peaceful feeling inside. Joy and happiness aren't an either-or experience; they can exist side by side. But it is joy that stays in your heart, that place where you can rest and simply be. Once I stopped focusing on whether I was "happy" or "sad", joy was able to fill my heart

I've been making cards for a long time and when it was time to get a personalized stamp, I knew what I wanted it to say: "Created with Love & Joy".

And when I started making quilts, I signed them the same way too.  Whatever I created, I wanted it to be crafted and filled with love and joy.  

This past Christmas, I made small fabric tree tags from quilt scraps, then started creating heart tags with the word "Joy" on them.  I began carrying the tags in my pocketbook with me. I wanted to spread joy with others and to thank and recognize those who had brought joy into my day.  

Since January, I have given away more than 127 Joy tags. They've gone to cashiers with kind smiles, helpful receptionists, little girls with pretty pink bows, friendly security guards and the kind woman at HomeGoods who found me crying in the Pet section just 5 days after Missy passed. When someone brings me joy, or I sense that they could use some, I give them a tag.  

The first Joy tag I gave away was on January 12th at a Publix. A woman was wearing a stunning blue wool coat, and I complimented her on it.  What followed was such a delightful conversation and experience that I knew - this is what I need to do.  This is what I am meant to do at this time in my life; share joy.  When I got home, I started a notebook to record my encounters, because while sharing the joy is wonderful, I also want to remember it.

Before long, I had more than a dozen Joy "carriers" - friends who also carry Joy tags to give away. I've made over 190 tags for them to share, with just one request; that they tell me their stories. I always want to hear the stories.  💖

It's such a simple thing really - noticing someone, appreciating someone's kindness toward you or realizing that someone could use a little kindness. 

Joy is what connects us on a deeper level, and it truly is a wonderful thing to share.

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Bringing Missy Home

Our house is quiet. Whenever the family dynamics changes, it leaves an emptiness. It feels different and I know it will feel this way for a while. You can't lose a sweet dog with such a big personality as Missy without feeling an absence. 

After Missy had passed and Dr. Springs had given us some time with her; she returned with a beautiful basket lined with soft fleece. She and Bill gently lifted Missy into the basket laying her head on the soft white lace-trimmed pillow and adjusting her before covering her with a small gray blanket. 

Bill carried Missy out the front door and gently placed her in the front seat of Dr. Springs' car.  Seeing her laying there in that peaceful surroundings both broke my heart and brought me comfort.  Everything about that day was peaceful and exactly how we prayed it would be as we said goodbye to our sweet girl. 

Since then, the days have also has been filled with so much kindness.  We've received countless beautiful comments on the "Missy Alden" blog, as well as on Facebook and Instagram.  In remembrance of Missy, we received many thoughtful phone calls, cards and gifts - flowers, plants, customized wind chimes, plaques, a tree planted in her name in a US National Forest and a handmade wooden heart. One especially tender-hearted friend brought me warm soup, along with a bag of berries and yogurt knowing I wasn't taking care of myself. It's amazing how a 17-pound bundle of love and wiggles touched so many hearts. 

We got the call from Inman Animal Hospital letting us know that Missy's ashes were there. Dr Tyler Vaughn and all the vets at Inman Animal Hospital had taken such good care of Missy over the past 12 years, handling everything from baths and shots to boarding, annual checkups and everything in between as we worked to manage her increasing pain and anxiety. We got to know them very well over the years and liked and trusted them all.  

The morning we were picking up her ashes, I baked Chocolate Chip Cookies. I often baked for the staff to thank them, and they always enjoyed and appreciated the treats. The cookies were meant to go along with the other things I was bringing, and I wanted them to be warm when we arrived.

I knew that I would be an emotional mess walking into the office and seeing all the staff, and I was. Once again, there was so much kindness, so many hugs and love for us and for the joy that Missy brought them every time she visited. 

We brought Missy home through the front door to complete the circle, and placed her ashes and pawprint in her room, on her bed bathed in the morning sun that she loved so much. 

Lap of Love has locations and veterinarians in 48 states, offering 24/7 support to guide you through the entire process of this difficult and heartbreaking decision. We worked with Dr. Carol Springs, and she was truly an angel.  

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Jennifer Gray

I visited Jennifer at Spartanburg Regional Hospital on the morning of Tuesday, September 9th. Even though it was not yet 9am, her husband Sam, her sister Jill, a nephew and a brother were already there, with many more family members on their way from near and far.  

Jennifer was a devout Christian, and during an earlier visit she shared that she had peace with the diagnosis and decision and simply wanted to go home.  Jennifer came home Wednesday, the next day. On Friday evening, Sam called to let me know that the hospice nurse had just left their home and to give me update me - Jennifer had about a week to live. 

The next morning, I visited with Jennifer in her home and it would be the last real conversation we'd have. After that, I would visit every morning and sit by her side, praying, speaking softly, and caressing her beautiful skin and cheek. They had started giving her strong doses of pain medication to keep her comfortable and she slept deeply with little reaction to noise or touch. 

That Saturday morning, I told her I had written something and I asked if I could share it with her.  She quietly replied, "Please do". This is what I wrote and shared with her that morning: 

"You won't see Jennifer out in the neighborhood - she and Sam don't own a dog, and Jennifer doesn't drive - but if you attended the annual block party, you definitely saw her.  She was the sparkling, smiling gal carrying a platter piled high with fish cakes. 

Always sparkling and smiling, I can't recall a time when she wasn't doing both. She loves her glitter, rhinestones and all things glitzy. Her hat, her nails, her phone case, her shirts, her house slippers, her water bottle - you name it, she added some shine. Sparkle is her favorite "color" and it suits her.  Jennifer radiates faith, joy, kindness and goodness. 

Jennifer and Sam created a cozy and inviting home.  Each visit brought a new discovery - a framed photo, a memento from a trip, or plaque with an inspiring verse.  Jennifer wanted people to feel welcome and comfortable, and I certainly always did. 

If Jennifer calls you a friend, consider yourself truly blessed.  You could be confident knowing she would be a true and loyal friend. Jennifer welcomes you in, cares deeply, listens with her heart and loves openly, all the while sharing her faith and leaving you feeling heard, loved and blessed. 

I feel blessed for all the moments I shared with Jennifer and the many ways she helped me. Not just in the easy conversations, but through the tough ones as well.  She listened and loved with the right balance of compassion and guidance, always rooted in the Word and grounded in love."

I finished up with, "Jennifer, my friend, my dear and treasured friend, I feel proud, honored, and truly blessed to have had you in my life these past four years.  I am grateful for all you've done for me and for others and I love you my precious friend."

Jennifer was crying as I read this to her, as was I. When I finished, we sat in silence for a few moments, me just caressing the beautiful soft skin on her face and hand and loving on her.  I thought she had fallen asleep, but then in a soft whisper she said, "Read it again, gather everyone around and read it again". The family members, about 15 or so, gathered close around the bed and Jennifer softly said, "Janet wrote this for me". 

I read it again for the family. Jennifer was crying, I was crying and several family members were crying as well. When I finished, people came up to me, hugged me, and thanked me.  They thanked me.  Here I was blessed with this beautiful gift of friendship and love from their beloved "Jenny", and it will always be me who will be thankful.  

Jennifer passed September 18th around 9:30pm with Sam and Jill by her side. 

Jennifer, may God, who watches over us and hears us when we pray, grant you eternal rest - you are Home. 

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Missy Alden

 

 

On November 27, 2012, we eagerly and joyfully welcomed 7-month-old Missy Alden to our home.  On March 27, 2026 at 9:30am, with hearts full of sorrow, we said good-bye.

Thirteen years and four months with this sweet, silly, independent, sometimes bratty, people-loving, worm-eating pup who made us laugh and brought joy into our life every day. 

In 13 years, you create countless memories with your dog.  All the little things they do, the quirks and traits they have that endear you, frustrate you but always make your day bright and joyful. 

I started jotting down the little moments with our first dog Ginger.  We had her for almost 12 years before losing her quickly to cancer. Even now, 14 years later, I read the little notes and stories about our sweet, snuggle bunny Ginger, and it all comes back to me like yesterday.  

I did the same thing with Missy, kept notes, and I could list the hundreds of sweet and silly Missy things that made Missy unique. But three things stand out. Three things that brought Missy the most joy.

First there were people. Missy adored people - all people. It didn't matter if you were coming to our house to fertilize the lawn, drop by for a visit or check the HVAC system; Missy eagerly and enthusiastically greeted everyone at the front door. She loved everyone and had the confidence to believe the feeling was mutual.  And it was - Missy made friends with everyone. 

Missy and I went for walks through our neighborhood multiple times a day.  Missy loved her walks, partly for the smells and the dried worms (more on that later), but mostly for the possibility that she would see a friend. In our community of 75 homes, there was always a good chance that Missy would encounter a friend ready to give her ear scratches, belly rubs and plenty of attention.  Whenever we headed out, Bill never knew if it would be a 5 of 45 minute walk - it all depended on who we saw and how much attention Missy required. Everyone loved and welcomed sweet Missy, and she would get so excited to go see her friends. 

Next up was her love for dried worms. Yep, this sweet little goofball loved eating dried worms - the kind that dried on your driveway overnight. Charming trait isn't it! The first thing I did was check with our primary vet to make sure it was not harming her.  He assured us that as long as they were simple earthworms and definitely dead, it was weird - but perfectly fine. 

Missy's worm eating was well-known in Bushfork.  In fact, she often got tips from her friends about where to find the best worms. In all these years, I never figured out her criterial for deciding which worms were worth eating. She would smell the worm, sometimes pass it by, or decide it was a good one and worthy of eating. They all looked the same to me - gross. The crunching sound and the sight of a dried worm dangling out of her mouth was something I just had to accept as a quirky Missy thing. 

The third thing that brought Missy tremendous joy was having the sun on her belly and receiving belly rubs. Show of hands - how many people have been given the privilege of rubbing sweet Missy's belly?  Within moments of seeing Missy, you were shown her magnificent belly.  It didn't matter if you were a stranger, the vet about to give her a shot or one of her neighborhood friends - Missy was on her back, belly up, just waiting for rubs and scratches.  In all these years, there were few that could resist the allure and charm of Missy's belly.  

Soon, it became hard for her to turn onto her back and we knew something was wrong. The past year has been a rough one for Missy. Multiple vet visits and multiple options to try to manage her pain and anxiety. She was mostly deaf and was limited in her vision. She was 14 and her body was getting tired. 

When she no longer wanted to go for walks and would snap or bite if we tried to put the leash on her or approached her the wrong way, we knew we had a hard decision ahead. We knew that we did not want to medicate her further, keeping her in a sedated state would simply not be fair to this sweet girl. 

We wanted someone to come to the house for her transition, we knew that taking her to the vet’s office would have caused her too much stress, and we couldn’t put her through that. We contacted Lap of Love and set an appointment for March 27th. It sounds so final to write it, but it was by no means an easy decision. We discussed it at length, and I kept hoping she’d have a good day again, but she didn’t—every day was just another bad one. We didn’t want to repeat what happened with Ginger, rushing around with a hurting, anxious dog trying to find help. I made an appointment, canceled it, made another and kept it. I wasn’t 100% sure, but the truth is, you never can be. In the end, it was about making a decision and doing what we felt was best for Missy. By having her euthanized at home, we believed we were giving her the peaceful, dignified transition she deserved. She could be in her room, in her favorite spot on the bed in the morning sun. Our decision was made out of love and compassion, doing the best we could for a dog who trusted us her whole life to do the right thing.

My sweet Missy always needed to know where I was, and over the past few months, especially in her last week, she became much more anxious about this. Whether we were at home or outside, she'd constantly come to check that I was exactly where she left me. She'd find me, I would say, "I see you", and she'd go off again for another five or ten minutes, then return again. 

In those last few hours with her, I softly stroked her head and told her how deeply she was loved and how much we would miss her. I assured her that she will always know where to find me. I told Missy that time works differently in Heaven, and before she knew it, she'd look around and see me there smiling and saying "I see you".

"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing?  And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father."  Matthew 10:29 (KJV)

             

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"My Little Entrepreneur"

So, Missy had her annual checkup last week.  Because of her age, I get the complete blood panel and tests done on her. In addition to the tests, there are the other annual shots, renewal of her Heartworm medication, allergy shots etc and my credit card took a big hit. On the way home, with Missy on my lap, we had the "You need a job" conversation, again. 

Janet: Missy, you need to get a job. 

Missy: I don't need a job.  

Pause....thinking....then apparently, she had an idea!

Missy: Well, you know, people really seem to enjoy rubbing my belly. 

Janet: Missy, you want to charge/shake down people every time they rub your belly? 

Missy: Yes. People really seem to enjoy rubbing my belly. I can charge them $12.00 a belly rub or two for $20.00*.  Let's work on the invoices when we get home. 

So, that is Missy's plan. She intends to charge friends, family and neighbors for providing her with belly rubs. 

She assured me that she will be able to pay off her Vet bill in two months. And off she went into the back yard waiting for her first customer. 

* clearly, she has already given this some thought

A Quick Check-in

"Popcorn", "Garbage Day", "Introverts", "Dog Smudges", "Puzzles" and "Community".  These are just some of the subjects for blogs I started and either did not finish, or have finished, and not posted.

June 30th was my last blog posting - more than 2 months ago. I didn't mean for so much time to go by, it just happened. It seemed like every time I sat down to write or share, it just didn't feel right. And two months went by.

I'm having back surgery in the beginning of October, and I have spent the past three months building my strength back up from my compression fractures. It was important for me to go into the surgery starting from a good strong place.  

After slowly building up, I am now walking about 3 miles before dawn each morning. It's been great physically, but mostly and more importantly, it's been great emotionally.  Morning is my favorite time of day, and it is during these walks that I recharge and recenter my soul.  

Like many people I talk with, I have a love/hate relationship with social media.  Recently, I found that I was getting weary and worn out by it all and I needed a mental break. I didn't realize how much social media was affecting me until I paid attention and felt and saw how much it was affecting me.  Almost four years ago, I deleted my Facebook account and two years ago, my Nextdoor account. I don't have (or want) accounts with Twitter or TikTok and only have accounts with Instagram and LinkedIn - which are both on hold*.  

So, while it may still be a while before I post my deep thoughts about 'Popcorn' (ha!), I wanted to check in and let you know that I am still here.  And greatly enjoying and appreciating the return of the hummingbirds this year. The hummingbirds and the occasional butterfly. 

As always, I greatly appreciate you reading, sharing and commenting on my blog.

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Releasing the Past

For more than 30 years I have carried these with me. From house to house, and from Connecticut to South Carolina, I have moved with my old journals. I started my first journal in late 1981 and the last one is dated October '93. 

What do you do with things like this? I never went back to read them, and I am certainly not going to share them with anyone. For more than 30 years, I just moved them from house to house. 

For the past 7 years the journals have been in a plastic tub in my studio closet. Earlier this month I was cleaning and I decided that I had to finally do something with them. I put them in order and beginning with the first one, I started to read my old journals. 

About halfway through 1983, I stopped reading every entry and just started skimming the pages. Shortly thereafter, I stopped reading altogether. Instead of finding this experience enlightening, I was finding it all very distressing. 

These are not my notebooks filled with "Good Things", nor were these the notebooks I keep card and mementos in. No, these were journals from what was at times unhappy and lonely. I can easily, and fondly, recall the positive experiences from this period in my life, but what I was reading about was mostly the sadness I felt. 

I am so far removed from the unhappy person whose words filled these pages that I was finding it very difficult to relive this time of my life again. I made the decision that I was going to get rid of these journals. 

I got out my paper cutter, and going journal to journal, I cut the pages into strips. Once that was done, I put the strips in the tub and filled it with water.  A little extreme perhaps, but I didn't want to think about my journals and words laying in a landfill somewhere and possibly being found. I wanted to be certain, and have the peace of knowing, that they were completely unreadable.  

As soon I threw the water-soaked mess in the garbage, I felt lighter and unburdened. These journals were taking up physical and mental space in my life and I was now free of it all.  I would be lying if I said that since then I haven't had second thoughts about my decision, but ultimately, I feel I made the right decision. 

I have always been affected and influenced by the energy around me - good and bad - and making the decision to let go of these journals has been a positive and uplifting decision for me. It may not be right for everyone, but it is exactly what I needed to do. 

 

"Good Things"

For more than 20 years, I've kept a notebook (I now have three) that I write down good things and special moments I witness in. I thought that perhaps you might enjoy some "Good Things" too. 

- Inside the Barnes & Noble and saw that there was a woman with her young boy.  They were at the Starbucks counter and the clerk came around and said to the little boy "Hi!  Are you hungry?"  The little boy replied "Yes!" and she said, with all the timing of a seasoned comic "Hello Hungry!  My name is Kelly!" Oh, how he giggled!  

- To get to the library, I take a side road. I imagine at one time it was a quiet little street, but now it has become a busy side road.  During the summer months, I often see an elderly gentleman on his riding mower, and he waves to every single car. Every single car.  And it's not a hapless wave, it is a genuine howdy kind of wave.  How do you not wave back to someone like that?  

- I was at a vintage shop taking pictures when a lovely young woman stopped and asked if she could see the pictures I was taking. She had a German accent and was positively delightful. She spoke in that charming way people do when you know that they are trying to find the right word and meaning. She looked at the pictures and pointed out things to me about color and shading. I said to her "You must be an artist; you have such a good eye". She said, "Artist no. I am an Optometrist".  

- While out driving one day I saw two elderly women sitting in lawn chairs in their driveway. They were just sitting there with their coffee watching the cars go by. I would like to be that kind of friend, the friend who will sit with you in a lawn chair in your driveway watching the cars go by. 

- I was at Walgreens picking up a prescription. At the register in front of me was a little girl about the age of 5 and she was buying a greeting card with her own money. This alone was adorable enough, but what brought me heart hugs was the little purple pocketbook that she had over her shoulder and watching her so intently count out her money from her little plastic wallet. One of the sweetest things I've ever seen. 

- When I got hurt this past spring, one of my friends in the neighborhood, Norma, made me a pound cake. Y'all, I have never experienced real-honest-to-goodness pound cake until I moved down south. My dear friend Ruth used to give me pound cake to 'pay' me for taking her on errands. She knew I wouldn't take money from her, but she knew I couldn't refuse a couple slices of pound cake. I called Norma to thank her and ask her for the recipe, and bless her heart, she recited it right there on the spot. In all her 80+ years, I imagine my sweet friend Norma has made, and gifted, an awful lot of pound cakes. 

- Since the Vietnam Veterans Memorial opened in DC in 1982, more than 400,000 items have been left there. The items range from cards, photos, military patches, baseball gloves to books and stuffed animals. Every night, the items are collected by the National Park Service and accurately identified with where it was left and who it was left for and then preserved. I never thought about what happened to the items after they were left, but now that I do, it makes me feel really good. 

- We went out to dinner last night and at the table next to us was a family - a mother, a father and their two young sons. Nothing unusual or extraordinary about that except that there was not a phone in sight. This young family was talking and laughing with each other and having a wonderful time. It was so nice to see a family engaging and enjoying each other's company.

- I was at Michaels and in front of me was an elderly gentleman. He was buying artificial flowers and he was moving very slowly while writing out his check. The cashier, her name was Barbara, was a doll. Even though she had a line, she was extremely patient and didn't rush him. In fact, she was having a lovely conversation with him which he seemed to be enjoying immensely. When he was leaving, I tapped him on the shoulder and said to him "Sir, I do believe this young gal was flirting with you". He tipped his hat and said to me "Au contraire young lady, I was flirting with her."

- I was at Spartan Photo having some adjustments done to my camera. I didn't really have any place to be, so I sat and waited at the counter while they did the work. During the 90 minutes that I was there I witnessed three different heartwarming encounters. 

The first was a woman who was picking up a canvas print of her dog Lucy. The joy on her face as she held the canvas told me that Lucy is one lucky dog.

Next, a woman came to the counter to give her name. They came out of the back room with a large envelope and handed it to her. I noticed that her hands were shaking as she opened the envelope. She pulled out the prints and immediately started crying - deep and sorrowful sobs. I got up off my stool and put my arm around her as she cried.  

She told me that this was the first time seeing these photos as they were printed from negatives she found at her mom's house. She told me that her grandparents raised her, and she then began to share the pictures with me. 

Some of the pictures showed her as an infant in the arms of her grandparents and some showed just her grandparents, but every picture, every single picture, showed joy. What a wonderful blessing to be there with her and for her to share this with me. 

The third was a gentleman who was getting a reprint made of his wedding day. He found the original and it shows him moments after his wife fed him cake. The delight that was captured in their faces was priceless. He told me that his daughter and her family were coming to visit from Missouri for their 40th wedding anniversary and he wanted to surprise everyone with this photo. 

Every morning before I rise from bed I pray and ask God to allow me to be a blessing to others this day.  What I find is that most days I am the one being blessed. 

 

The Comfort of Home

This month marks seven years since we moved to our current home here in Inman, SC.  And it has officially become the longest time we have stayed in one home in the past 26 years. Since I married Bill in 1996, we have moved five times. Seven years in this one home feels good to me now. 

Before I met Bill, I lived on the second floor in a three-family house. I lived there for a little more than 10 years, and I LOVED that apartment. It had fabulous oak hardwood floors and trim around every door and window, glass french doors from the kitchen into the living room and beautiful high ceilings. It had a long clothesline outside the back porch attached to a pole way in the backyard. That was the beginning of my fondness and obsession with hanging clothes in the fresh air. Outside of the home I grew up in, I lived in this apartment the longest. 

Sometimes when I can't fall back to sleep, I return there. I start out walking from my car around the side path, up the stairs, past by back porch and into the apartment. In my mind, I recall every single detail in its place. Sometimes I start on the right and work my mind around and sometimes I start on the left, but it's not long before I am asleep, comforted. I loved that home, not only because it was fabulous, but because of my history there. 

Over the past 26 years, Bill and I have lived in some beautiful homes. Each home had great qualities that I miss, but none of them have given me the comfort of history. Seven years, granted, doesn't seem that long, but I find that having 'history' in this home is very comforting to me right now. 

I like knowing when the morning sun will clear the top of the house and shine on the backyard. I like the light from the western sun when it shines on my plants in the kitchen in the evening and I like that I know the time of day to lower the blinds to keep the house cooler in the summer. 

I like knowing when the Carolina Jasmine in the back yard will start blooming. I like knowing when to expect the hummingbirds to return and when it's time to put out my feeders. I like knowing which trees the birds return to every year to build their nests. I like being able to say "Four years ago, we had a great Fig harvest". We've never really lived anywhere long enough to enjoy the bounty of Bill's hard work in the yard.

I like that when I take Missy for a walk I'm guaranteed to stop and talk with friends and neighbors, and Missy's sure to get a belly rub, or two. I like knowing which house is going to be the first to put up their Christmas lights and which house changes their yard flags with every holiday. 

We were the 14th house (out of 75) to be built here in Bushfork and outside of three houses, I know who lives in every single home in my community, and I like that. There have been 24 sales here in Bushfork since 2014 and 6 of the homes are on their third owners, and I knew every one of the owners. Having this knowledge, I realize, may not mean anything to anyone outside of me, but I like that I know my neighbors and neighborhood so well. I find great peace and contentment knowing the history and people in the community where I now live. 

We talk about moving again, Bill would really like to move to Florida, and it may very well happen, but at this point in my life, I am finding great comfort in staying put.