BLOGTOBER UPDATES: I listed below all the folks who are blogging during Blogtober. I hope you will visit their blogs and perhaps find someone new to follow, and something good to read.I also included the writing prompts,if you need a little inspiration. If you haven’t been blogging daily, WordPress will send you a notification when you do start posting daily. During Blogtober, it’s a nice was to get a little affirmation for our effort—specialy those amongst up who do not normally post daily.
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A few new names today. If I missed you, or you want to join now, please let me know! I don’t want to miss anyone.
Madrigal returns for Blogtober Day 3: Christmas Shopping. To read Madrigal’s first story, CLICK HERE. Her second appearance was in Madrigal’s New Friend.
Magridal read down her Christmas list again, making sure no one was forgotten. The box for home was already in the mail. Check! She made a Gingerbread Man or Woman for each person in the family. That was her tradition. She couldn’t be with them this year, but at least they’d have their Gingerbread Cookies. Slabs of Peanut Brittle and Cranberry-Walnut Fudge helped fill the box. That was definitely her biggest expense this year, especially shipping, but it was worth it. Oh, how she wished she could climb in that box and squeeze herself in between the cookies and fudge! It was not going to be easy to have Christmas alone, but (chin up!) it was going to be OK. She would get through it, and next year would be better.
Let’s see, she said, returning her attention to her list. Most everyone would be getting similar gifts, a selection of her homemade sweets. Lenny was the exception. She had made him a small lap robe from a scrap bag she had purchased at work. Southern California winters didn’t get very cold, but she had noticed Lenny often had a towel wrapped around his legs. Maybe, they got cold from the lack of circulation. He did spend most of his time sitting.
She didn’t have many coworkers to give to—it was a small shop—but she wanted to be sure to give them all something. Most of them had children at home, so she would make the little ones each a Stocking Cookie. Tomorrow was dedicated to making batches and batches of Spiced Caramal Corn for her neighbors. They would pack up nicely in brown paper bags she had decorated with glitter snowflakes. Bits of ribbon would tie the bags closed.
Looking down her list, except for the things she’d purchased at work, Madrigal realized all of her Christmas shopping had been done at the market. In fact, now that she thought about it, she’d hadn’t been into any of the shops downtown. They were all decorated so beautifully—luxurious bows, enormous wreaths she imagined smelled just like the woods back home. One shop set out a Nativity scene every day, and another had the most cheerful display of The Twelve Days of Christmas. Oversized Christmas ornaments adorned every lamp post and strings and strings of lights were wrapped around every tree. She couldn’t take her eyes off it all as she rode to work on the bus, but she hadn’t dared to go inside a single store. Perhaps, that would be a nice way to spend an evening with a friend. A little window shopping never hurt anyone. That thought made her happy. Maybe, she could ask David. Oh, no! How could I have forgotten about him? She would have to come up with something to give him for Christmas, too.
It is a handsome lap robe, she thought. She was pleased with the colors and how everything came together so well. She carefully folded it into a small rectangle and wrapped it in tissue paper. She had quilted it with yarn ties, the way her mother quilted their quilts at home. Machine quilting looked so neat and lovely, but she thought a tied quilt seemed cozier. Hopefully, Lenny would think so, too. She wanted him to know how much he meant to her. He was more than a neighbor to her, afterall; he was practically her guardian angel. When she came home from work late, his porchlight would be on until she was safely inside her own place. She never saw him watching out for her, but she just knew he was there. When she need advice about the landlord, or how to unclog her kitchen sink, he was there with wisdom and a plunger. Yes, he was much more than just a neighbor.
Madrigal smiled thinking about her boss’ secret role in Lenny’s lap robe. She hadn’t realize it at first, but she finally put the pieces together when he asked a third time about her “Lenny blanket.” Mr. Ramirez was a busy man. Why would he think to ask about a sewing project she’d mentioned just once months earlier? It was just a passing comment. She’d gone into work early to browse the new, Autumn fabrics. He asked what she had in mind, and he had seemed a little more interested than usual in her plans. The very next day, there were new scrapbags for her to stock. Right there, all together in one plastic bag, was everything she needed: the perfect fabrics, some bric-a-brac scraps, and a length of yarn. Dear, generous Mr. Ramirez! She couldn’t possibly let him know that she had discerned his benevolence, but she would definitely return his kindness by being a good employee—extra cookies for him, too! She wrote that down.
Maridal looked across the room and saw Lenny’s chair in the corner. She still needed to return that to him. Maybe, she would wait until his gift was wrapped and the Spiced Caramal Corn was done.
After she tied the bow on Lenny’s gift, she took it over and placed it on his chair. As she turned back around, something on her bookcase caught her eye, and she suddenly she knew exactly what she would give David. I better write that down.
I caught up on a lot of ministry business this week.
Played with my grandkids. Painted with Lucy. Laughed uproariously with Isaac, because that’s the only way Isaac knows how to laugh.
Grocery shopped. I’ve been doing a good job of cooking my pantry and freezer empty to make sure nothing goes to waste, but eventually you have to restock.
Started making a kinda radical change in my apartment. We’ll see how it goes!
Worked into the early morning three nights in a row.
Had a couple of great naps.
Welcomed the first chilly days and cold nights of Autumn. Almost time for the duvet.
Looking forward to Christmas, and doing it differently. Very differently. Really want to spend more talent and time, than money.
Accepted myself again as the “very difficult person” my Mother warned Doug he was marrying.
Found a new gluten-free flour—my new favorite.
Had a few nice Sunday afternoons with the kids at the beach, trying to fly kites and chasing the tide. There is nothing like walking bareffot on the wet sand. It’s a visceral delight! I hope we continue to have nice enough weather to squeeze a few more days like these into the memory banks.
This year I’ve been thinking about the things I fear that I didn’t know I fear. Fears that are hiding from my consciouness. I don’t want anything to do with Fear.
BLOGTOBER UPDATES: I listed below all the folks who are blogging during Blogtober. I hope you will visit their blogs and perhaps find someone new to follow, and something good to read.I also included the writing prompts,if you need a little inspiration.
PARTICIPLATING BLOGS:
If I missed you, or you want to join now, please let me know! I don’t want to miss anyone.
I want to invite you all to join me for Blogtober 2021. What is Blogtober? It’s a blogging challenge. For me that has simply meant striving to blog every day. That is a big challenge for me, because it means…
…making time to write.
…choosing to write over doing something else.
…and, forcing myself not to focus on perfection, but on completion.
I think that last point is something any writer can appreciate. We know it’s never going to be perfect, but we always hope it can be better, right? Well, thanks to my imaginary world where perfect sentences flow into perfect paragraphs, I’m a better editor than a writer, and that bums me out.
Hence, Blogtober—a chance to give that editor a break and just enjoy communicating through the written word the way I did when editing meant turning an e into an a, like when I was a kid sending letters to my friends with S.W.A.K* scrawled across the back of the envelope. The only thing that mattered was getting that reply in the mail as fast as possible.
A FEW INSTRUCTIONS Now, some folks who host Blogtobers come up with writing prompts for each day. I wouldn’t want anyone who joins this to feel obliged to write to a prompt, but sometimes a little inspiration is needed. So, I will post my version of writing prompts at the end.
Remember, if you’re just starting out, a blog post is what you decide a blog post is, whether it’s five words or 5,000. Read this post from a few weeks ago, if you need some encouragement: CLICK HERE Also, there is so much out there on how to blog, how to start a blog, writing advice, blog tips, Blogtober, etc. Do a little research. Keep it free, though. It doesn’t have to cost you anything to blog.
If you are going to join me in this effort, please comment below with your blog site. I will share your blogs throughout the month to make sure everyone has a chance to check out your work. Please, feel free to share the graphic above and invite other bloggers to join the challenge.
I guess that’s all there is to say. I really hope you’ll join me, even if you join late and even if you know you won’t be able to post daily. And, I really hope someone reading this will be inspired to launch their first blog, or revive their old blog this month. That would make me very excited!
Looking forward to reading lots of blogs this month! ❤
*S.W.A.K. is supposed to mean Sealed With A Kiss, but my friend Irma was very clever. She said it meant Sealed With A Knee. She also came up with the classic S.W.A.B.—Sealed With A Band-Aid, applying an actual Band-Aid to the envelope. I was so impressed. Irma, Misty, and I wrote each other all that summer. We looked forward to starting Jr. High together, but Misty and I ended up moving. She and I lost touch, but Irma and I wrote each other for a couple of years. They were the best!