This is sort of another stream-of-consciousness posting, but not really.
There’s been so much going on this weekend that I can’t just settle my thoughts onto only one theme, so you get them all. Lucky readers!
First, I want to remind each of you that there’s still time to enter the Cookbook Giveaway. The cookbook is still in pre-production, but don’t let that fool ya. Barring any more complications, it should be available within the next few weeks. So stay tuned!
I spent Friday and Saturday at home alone for the most part. Dot was on a field trip of sorts. We cleaned the house the day before she left, but of course with five cats there’s dusty little pawprints everywhere and it’s driving me crazy. They’re indoor cats, but because I have dirt lots for the front and back yards, and the winds have been blowing, there are dusty little pawprints. Everywhere. And it’s. driving. me. crazy.
Old Blue has been coming back on a regular schedule. This is the only photo I have so far. I took it from my cell phone yesterday morning. He arrives for breakfast in the morning between 6:30 and 7 a.m. Sometimes he comes for brunch around 10:30. But he always returns for dinner between 3:30 and 4 pm. It surprises me that I keep getting surprised at my excitement. I think to myself that I should be almost complacent by now: it’s obvious this beautiful Cooper’s Hawk loves my yard. So I shouldn’t be surprised to see him glide into the tree. But each time, it takes my breath away. And then I annoy him by trying to “sneak” outside with my camera. I guess that interferes with his feeding. So tomorrow I’m going to just stay inside and let him linger around the feeders.
I finished my first official freelance writing assignment today, and it felt GREAT. What I loved most about doing it, was verifying my information online through several sources. I love knowing that I do a good job, when I do a job. It’s very affirming of the fact that New Inklings Press is what I’m supposed to be doing. And I love it. Even more than I thought I would. I don’t know why I resisted for so long, but I’m so thankful God kept pushing me in this direction.
And this freelance assignment came later on a day when I had turned down another one. I chose to trust God to provide as I clung to my Good Name instead. I can’t bring myself to earn a paycheck from people who don’t care. Where my by-line is insignificant. Where the work is sloppy and unprofessional or worse. I also recently turned down an interview with a disreputable company only to be blessed that same day with the funds I need to get through the rest of this month and take care of the final start-up expenses for the company! God works in mysterious ways…
I tried to catch up on my fellow bloggers’ sites by reading lots of posts and leaving comments. I don’t like to let it stockpile on me like that. Sometimes I can go a week without reading other blogs, and that means a week’s worth of reading and commenting on each one. It’s a little time consuming, but also inspiring.
Two worth mentioning are Ann’s Doodles and Jots. Ann is extremely creative with her drawings, photography, and words. I really look forward to her postings.
Another is Ariel’s From My Heart 2 Urs. Here’s another woman trying to navigate Christianity, singleness, and a writing career. She’s always so encouraging and uplifting. I’m glad I call her Friend!
So while Dot was gone, you can see I got a lot done. It was also a happily productive weekend because I’ve had this stupid virus for over a week now and it’s turned from a dry cough into a congestive cough. The fact that I got anything done, and made it through both days without a daytime nap, makes me feel like I accomplished a lot.
My Lizzie Cat loves it though because I reek of Vapo-Rub when I go to bed at night and that’s her favorite scent ever. Anything with a menthol fragrance, and she’s on it! Needless to say, the cat cuddles this past week have been more than usual and I’m totally okay with that!
Dot’s trip turned out fun. Her school drama club went to a college’s Shakespeare Festival. They learned how to project their voices with less straining, how to fight with swords (thankfully not real ones!), and they even had performances to do.
When she came home, she started telling me about it, and I realized I kept glancing at my laptop. I figured she deserved better so I closed it and gave her my complete attention. That’s not easy for me to do, as I’m such a multi-tasker and always online or working on a writing project or both. So for me to turn off the computer and the TV and give her my complete attention… it was different.
And I’m really glad I did. Because I learned that she needs to be listened to. Even if she’s telling me things I already know. Even if I’ve heard her stories before. Even if what she’s saying doesn’t always interest me. She deserves my full attention. And I almost missed that.
So while she learned Shakespearean techniques, I learned not to multi-task. I call that a Win-Win Weekend.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
