Where were you at midnight?

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The Daily Prompt  read “Where were you last night at midnight? Would you have wanted to be somewhere else?”

At midnight, I was snug as a bug in my bed and had been for several hours. If you’ve read my blogs before you might already know, that although I love owls, I am not a nocturnal creature.  I more accurately resemble the pygmy owls who are crepuscular, from what I’ve read.  This means they are active closer to dawn and dusk.

I saw posts on social media last night about people getting ready to go out and on television one guy was impatiently waiting on the ball to drop.  He had been camped out since 11:00 am.  It makes me tired even thinking of staying up that late.  And for what?  To watch a huge, lighted ball travel down a flag pole?  Let me think about that.  Um. Okay.  No.  But, to each their own; I know people who have that on their bucket list.

I ate my favorite organic pizza, took a nice hot bath, prayed about the coming new year and went to bed at 9:00 pm.  It’s safe to say I was out cold by 9:30.  I’m pretty sure I had already nodded off on the couch prior to that.   I woke up early and started on the black-eyed peas, pork and greens; not because I think it brings me luck, but because it’s a family tradition, it was all on sale and it’s good food.

Today, as I see posts on Facebook it seems that some people are vexed about the old adage, “new year, new me”.  Personally, I think any time is a good time to reflect, to make resolutions to do more for others,  or be a better person.  I’m not sure there is anyone out there who wouldn’t benefit from spending a little time looking in the mirror, re-evaluating their priorities and re-focusing on their Creator.

I think we all want to be better than the person we were yesterday and with God’s help, I plan to reach new goals this year.

Happy New Year and May God Bless You all Richly!


Not my usual Friday


Today dawned cool and quiet (well cool for SW FL) and after coffee, prayer and devotions, I was ready for whatever came my way.

My eldest called and we chatted about her family’s healthy eating and her participation in the Spartan Race tomorrow.  She is one of those Crossfit crazed people, but whatever keeps her motivated sounds good to me.  I mention this because later it would inspire me to dig deep.

I blogged a few days ago in “Painting in Circles”, about helping out my husband with his new venture into stone crabbing.  Today he needed help loading several hundred crap traps onto a trailer, hauling them to the local fish house where he will sell his crabs and unloading them once there.  They would be “poured” today with cement. (to help them sink)

Of course I offered to help and he gladly accepted since most of his friends were working or otherwise engaged today.  Loading the first 200 or so was easy – I loaded onto the trailer while he stacked them.  We drove slowly over to the unloading site and I began unloading as he prepared the rows and lined them up properly.  I was easily lifting three at a time and stacking away, pretending at times that I was doing crossfit; bending at the knees, careful not to overextend, staying hydrated.

Before I knew it, we were getting back into the truck to come and get another load.  My nephew who was helping us, would stay there and continue lining up the traps in neat rows, readying them for the concrete.  I was hot and my elbow (the one with a tad of tendonitis was stinging), but all in all, I wasn’t much worse for wear.  We loaded another 220 quickly and went back to unload.  I’m not going to lie, I was getting tired of playing crossfit by now in the now 90 degree heat and began working harder and faster to finish the now grueling task.

We got that done and headed back for the remaining 90 or so which we loaded right away.  “Babe, are you coming back over there with me”, he asked.  “Well, I really need to get some laundry done”, I replied, doing my best to look tired and pitiful.  He thanked me for the help, kissed me and rushed off to finish the job.

The ice cold air greeted me like a long lost friend as I opened the front door.  My shower felt like a blessing from heaven and last nights left-overs satisfied my hunger and made me want to go to take a nap.  Since I know what I put my body through today, I went ahead and took a pre-“onset of pain” Advil.  It’s not that I don’t work out, walk and try to be healthy, but I used arm muscles today that I haven’t used since I carried a baby around.

After a glass of refreshing iced tea, I got a second wind and proceeded to finish a little wreath project I started the other day.  Now, I am feeling accomplished and awash with that good tired, the kind where everything aches a little but it’s okay because you got stuff done.

With all that said, I will leave you with a picture of my wreath and I welcome any comments good or bad.  For those of you who have followed me for a while, you know I don’t always have the best of luck with crafty things.  You won’t hurt my feelings if you provide some corrective criticism for my next one.  Good night and sweet dreams.  I will be probably be dreaming about lifting something.

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