We all have to keep chugging along - I’ve learned to my dismay that I chug in neutral when it comes to houseleaning during Covid. Since no one can come to my house – why bother to keep it clean? I’m ashamed of the mess … but not enough to do anything about it yet. I’ll soon be done with school, so will have no excuse then not to tackle that project.
But my chugging along with book number two is doing well. I hope to have Suitcases, Schools and Survival ready for Christmas, for anyone who is interested in reading the continuing saga of my entry into the world of teaching and travel. Here is the opening sentence:
Have you ever agreed to do something and then wondered where you left your brain when your mouth started moving?
If you can relate to that, then maybe this book will be for you! :0)
On the matter of chugging, here is a photo of the John Deere tractors Dad fixed/built. He had eleven of them by the time we sold the farm. The 720 is the one I smashed up in chapter 25 of my book. The first one on your right is the one I hated driving the most. That single wheel in the front made me scared I’d pop a wheelie and flip the tractor when it was really muddy. Yes, I’m the one standing on the R, fourth from the right. Because I sunburn so easily, and I spent hours raking with that tractor, Dad attached a 2x4, drilled a hole, and stuck a patio umbrella through it. Voila. My moveable outdoor sun shelter! Dad showed his love in practical ways.
Ah, Friday! When you work a Monday – Friday job it gives you such a good feeling to see a Friday come around. I hope to use my weekend to work on my second book – if all goes well, it may be ready to buy for Christmas! Keep an eye open for “Suitcases, Schools and Survival”. For those who bought “The Girl with Nine Lives, this continues the saga of Stacy as a young adult entering her teaching career and travels.
In my first book, many people commented on the animal stories. While I was too busy fending off wolves to take time to snap a photo of them, we did occasionally get photos of the bears. Limpy, especially, seemed to enjoy posing for the camera as this photo shows. With my story of the twins – this is the little gal that stayed up in the tree watching her brother get spanked for disobeying Mama.
As people read my book, I find they like visuals to help them “see” my story. We were not big on photos in my family, but I have a few I will try to share periodically.
Below is the aerial view of our farm in Ontario (taken years after we left, so some buildings are gone.) The snow covers the lake that was part of our life – bathing, ice skating, fishing, etc.
The black and white photo of our red barn at least shows you how great a marksman I was in the episode of shooting my brother’s arrows into the eavestrough. I mean, really, look at the size of the barn. To get the arrows to land in the trough takes great precision, wouldn’t you say?! :0)
Right from my adoption, I was a “daddy’s girl”. Have a road trip? Take me too! I traveled in some interesting ways with my dad. This was the Abitibi bunker Dad bought and hauled home to renovate into a chapel for Summer Bible school on one end and a guesthouse on the other.
All the stories relating to these pictures can be found in my book, The Girl with Nine Lives.
Last week I took my bike out for a ride. The next day I took my shovel out to clear the drive of snow. Yesterday I took my bike out for a ride. Today I woke up to a white world once again. I sure wish this weather would make up its mind.
It reminded me of the chapter in my book The Girl with Nine Lives where I mentioned how Dad loved his draft horses. We came to Canada with Billy and Queen. Then Dad took on Jerry and Jig. It took ages to get them to work as a team, but he did it. Not only were they used for plowing and hauling logs in the winter, but as you can see from this picture, hay rides were occasionally indulged in too. (PS This is Jig and Jerry - in tandem and behaving. A testimony to my dad's patience.)
April 14, 2020 ... After a weekend of raking leaves and riding bike, it is a bit of a changeover to pull out the shovel and attack the snow drifts piled around my house! The 3-day storm we were warned about came in its intensity. The good thing about this is 1. we have some much needed moisture now, 2. I was able to stay home and not have to drive roads that had several accidents on, and 3. At this time of year, we know this won't last long, and spring will be sprung once again for us in the near future. So I can rejoice and be glad in the day that the Lord hath made.
April 11, 2021 I tried twice to get my other post in. For some reason it loved to post my title, and nothing else. So the moral of this story is: "If you don't at first succeed, try, try again.
As a teacher I often tell my students that. It's a lot harder to accept when you're the one trying to make some tech work and it doesn't want to cooperate!
So this will just be a short trial post until I see if it works.
Thought for the day - Don't worry about all the jackets in your house; you'll end up using them all!! I think this past week I've used five different ones because the weather kept changing. Tomorrow we have a storm warning, so will be pulling my winter one back out, I suspect!!!
Evidently, I'm not learning and growing as fast as I hoped. My post that I thought was Learning and Growing doesn't seem to be here! So this is take two!
I commented, supposedly, that getting out of my comfort zone was not as easy as I'd hoped. Writing a book sounds wonderful, but I was full of trepidation ... which wasn't unfounded. The book has been written and published. Wonderful. Many are buying and giving me good feedback. Wonderful.
But now - the writing doesn't stop! As an author, I need to -- keep my diary, respond to the wonderful comments people send about my book, work on a rough draft for the second book -- and keep the social media going. That is where it's hard for me and my comfort zone calls me to come back home!
But if I want to continue as an author, then I need to learn how to keep a blog on here, and work on a facebook page, etc. etc. As I tell my students, you'll never know what you can do until you try -- so I need to take my own advice. But I'd love to have someone who LIKES all this tech stuff to magically make things works for me, instead of my stumbling around and falling into posting and pages, etc haphazardly.
As I just found out, my other post disappeared, so we'll see if this one actually sticks around!
April 5, 2021
When one steps out of one's comfort zone - prepare for the ride! When I decided to finally write my book, I had many trepidations ... and I had good reason to feel nervous. Learning and growing can be painful. I'm excited about having a book out there, and the wonderful people who are buying and talking about it. However, the downside for me is trying to learn social media and keep my hand in this. Suddenly I need to write so much more than I imagined - a diary as per normal, but also responses to people about my book, the rough draft for book #2, a blog to put on here (which I've neglected,)blurbs on a facebook page (which I'm trying to be better at ...) the list seems endless. I stumble and stutter my way along, falling into posts and pages happenstancely. I just hope I post correctly and people can follow me, but am not sure if I am doing it correctly.
But this is what being an author is all about, they say. So I continue to try!
February 26, 2021
What a week! As a teacher on a Hutterite colony for grade 5-12, life is non-stop from 9:00-3:30. This coming Friday is the end of quarter, so report cards will be due. So that always makes one extra busy.
But I had 2 highlights in this week.
The first: I came home and stumbled over something on my step. When I picked it up and entered, I found out I was holding MY copy of my book! I felt like a mother receiving her first child. The awe and wonder of holding something I'd created and labored over for - yes, about nine months- well, that is quite the feeling.
The second: Last night the doorbell rang. I answered and a man stood there with a floral arrangement. I was sure he'd come to the wrong house, but he had the right name. Imagine my amazement when I saw that friends from the States had arranged these lovely roses to be delivered to celebrate this milestone in my life. In today's Covid restrictions, such a thoughtful, kind gesture means SO much! I never get flowers, so I'm still just smiling over it.