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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne

Rainy Day

"At first I was afraid; I was petrified.  Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side.  But then I spent so many night thinkin' how you done me wrong, and I grew strong . . . "!  Okay, who (what woman) does not L-O-V-E Gloria Gaynor?!  (It's her birthday today:  I just had to squeeze that in.)

Over 8/10s of an inch of rain fell on Swamp River Ridge last night, and it was cozy as I cleaned for overnight visitors arriving tonight with both the cookstove in the kitchen and the Jotul in the sunroom corkin' away . . . the first time I've fired them both up this fall.

I know I haven't been the most prolific of bloggers lately, and, last night as I enjoyed the last cocktail of the day out on the deck, wrapped in a Polarfleece coat as the first lightest hints of the rain began to fall from the pitch black sky, I realized that it might be because I've been around so many people lately and have been talking so much.  I'm a person who needs a LOT of quiet time.  A L-O-T.  Quiet time as in n-o o-n-e around.  Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE(D) having the family here, but, by necessity, it just multiplies my verbosity (not a real word?  should be!).  So, when I'm away from the social requirements of being a Chatty Cathy (which, don't get me wrong, I also need), I clam up.  Including online.

Come to think of it, I think that's why blogging matches so well with living a bit of a "loner" life!  If you are a loner who still needs to communicate (an oxymoron, perhaps), what could be the more perfect marriage?   

And, with that (complete lack of an interesting post), I'm off.  Gotta finish up chores, jump in the shower and then head in to the office.


  1. Well, I'm a "homesteading" military wife - that's an oxymoron if I've ever heard one LOL! Jealous that you are getting nice cool evenings! Enjoy them!

  2. Well said, child o' mine. I am feeling the same way about having company. I'm missing the first ones that are gone while still enjoying the one remaining.

    But my routine just ain't anywhere in the neighborhood! I have kept up (almost) daily blog posts in the past couple of weeks, but I think that's my attempt to hold on to some kind of "normal" routine.

    C has just two days left before her departure and I'm sad that's drawing to a close. At the same time, I told hubby this morning that for a week after she leaves, I'm entering my own little monastery of silence, solitude and . . . sleeping.

  3. I love company, but often in the evening I think "oh, to be only with people who can see me in my old flannel pjs and not be afraid!"

  4. Hmmm...though I too enjoy my alone time, I seem to be able to chat in real life and online equally well!

  5. My husband was gone for the better part of this past Sunday and Monday. Even though I love having him around I also love when I have my alone time. The silence of those two days was very peaceful. Good for my soul.


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