Celebrating with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build. and linking with others who share their celebrations, too. I am grateful to Ruth for helping us celebrate together!
It's been two weeks since I shared, and despite the chaos reigning in our government, I remain hopeful and committed to protest in any way I can. There are good things in my own life, and I'm happy about that.
I loved meeting with what is now a writing "partner" (our group has dwindled to two) and it felt as if we helped each other focus on some goals, and add to ideas for revision of our projects.
I've written a poem each day for a while, and now in February am writing each day for a challenge that Laura Shovan offers each February to help celebrate her birthday. You can read about it here on Laura's blog. http://laurashovan.com/2017/02/poetry-friday-10foundwords-2/ I've received rejections for a poem and a picture book story, am planning to look again, and try again.
I hosted my book group this week and it was a pleasure to visit and talk about the book, Backman's My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She's Sorry. There are conflicting opinions about this book. While it's a slow start, perhaps confusing for some, it turned into a wonderful and loving story.
It's always, always fun to plan surprises, and I discovered that my nearby toy store was hosting a talented silhouette artist this week, on the very day that (this time) I had both Ingrid and Imogene visiting. I made the appointment, the girls had fun browsing the store (they know it well) and sitting very still for this surprise for their parents. Here they are getting acquainted with a sweet and large dino and then the silhouettes. This artist sat and cut them out, no drawing, just cutting. I've heard that people can do this, but it was amazing to watch. It was a great surprise, and the girls loved giving them.
You know that we all look for the little things, those that keep us going. I don't have a picture, but this week I saw a trash truck across from the bookstore, and they had a teddy bear sitting up on the dash. I don't know the back story, but imagine that someone had thrown it away, and those trash employees couldn't let that happen. It touched me that this bear now had some more love to receive (and give?).