why blog?

I am beginning to wonder myself. I don’t just want to merely share my thoughts about my life, but rather, I would love for things I write on this blog to do something for the reader– to be more than just fluff and drivel. I just haven’t exactly figured out what that is yet.

What are people looking for when they take five minutes out of their lives to read someone’s blog? Hope? Encouragement? Advice? Humor? Recipes? I’m not sure moving forward what I want this blog to be all about– some careful thinking needs to happen. I’ve just been thinking more about time and wasting time. I don’t want to waste my time or my reader’s so what does the world need?

Maybe it doesn’t need another blog. This is entirely possible.

Any suggestions?


november hodge-podge

The end of November already… Where did the year go I keep wondering.

Monsoon came and went and now it is winter–time to get out the blankets, slippers and space heaters. Also, time to give the mosquito wands a workout–unfortunately. The mosquito situation has been ridiculous since October and I wake up to buzzing all through the night. It has been sort of like having a newborn, except mosquitoes are blood-sucking, ear-buzzing pests and don’t cuddle well. On any given night, if you were camped outside our apartment you could see me stalking around my room at 3 am with a tennis-racket-like thing in hand searching for the mosquito that is trying to land on my face. Such a glamorous life– I know. I am anxiously awaiting even colder weather so they will go into hiding for a while. Ah, the joys of living in S Asia!

Another “joy” I’ve experienced lately is being very shocked by Christmas lights. I plugged the strand in to test them, then felt a jolt down my left arm and fell back onto the floor pulling the light out of the socket and apparently screaming as I did so because it got the husband’s attention. My hand felt weird for a while and I was actually quite shaken.

In the writing department I am still at it, though Thanksgiving did put me behind schedule a bit. It’s the rough-draft home-stretch. If only I could lock myself into a room for three days I’d be done. Done! What a splendid thing to imagine. Then I could put it away and realize in January what a horrible first draft it is and begin the year thoroughly depressed. Just imagine how wonderful that would be. But at least I’d have finished something and that’s saying a great deal for me.

Ah, well, I see the mosquitoes have been lured by the light of my screen, so I’m off to conquer and hopefully get some sleep in between the battles.

thanksgiving, of course

One of my sons thinks I have the best singing voice in the world.

If you’ve ever heard me sing, you know this is certainly not true.

My other son thinks I am the most beautiful mom in the world.

Um, way too generous there as well.

My daughter is always telling me she loves having me as her mommy.

Coming from a little angel that just makes me melt.

I have a husband who thinks I could write a best-seller someday.

What a wonderful man he is!

So as I think about this Thanksgiving and what I’m thankful for, I needn’t look any further than those four precious people God has placed in my life. Truly grateful for them and to be sojourning with them.

history lesson

It’s no secret (if you know me well) that I have a slight fascination with England. I grew up dreaming about traveling to England, which I did at one point, and it was a disaster, but that’s another blog post for another day. The point of this post, and there is one, is to reflect on the importance of this day in history–my history.

Now, today in England it is Guy Fawkes day. He’s a guy who, along with other conspirators tried to blow up parliament in 1605, but the plot was discovered in the early hours of November 5th and King James I and Parliament were saved. Yay!

Now, fast-forward to 1999. Guy Fawkes day is on a Friday and a young librarian is excited about her first date (well, I thought it was a date anyway, he just thought it was dinner–silly boy!) with a guy she’d only met a few months ago, but had developed a keen interest in. And the date, while not out of the ordinary, just dinner out then dessert at a friend’s house, would change both of their lives forever.

My husband marvels that I can remember the exact date we first went out– oh what a romantic! But I think this is something most girls remember, you know, the first time you go out with your future husband. It’s particularly memorable if it’s tied to a very interesting British holiday and you are an Anglophile.

So here’s to a happy Guy Fawkes Day–I will always remember the 5th of November!

Remember, Remember the 5th of November

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
the Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent to blow up King and Parliament.

Three score barrels were laid below to prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s mercy he was catch’d with a dark lantern and lighted match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip hoorah!

tough nut to crack

October was a desert in terms of blog posts. I admit I just haven’t had much to say that I figured anyone would want to read. I did think of perhaps a blog about Brazil nuts in mid-October and I had it worked out in my mind, and thought I was o so clever. Then I forgot about it before I had a chance to write it down and haven’t been able to recall what I had wanted to say about Brazil nuts after all (other than they are my favorite nut and very hard to crack, but so worth it!). So I scrapped the idea and focused on writing my “novel” and reading books, several books actually. So at least, you see, my slacking was not in vain.

September was excessively busy and October was recovery. I was exhausted physically and emotionally. People drain me after a while and make me want to lock myself in my room for week after a long stretch of entertaining. It could also be that middle-age is catching up with me and I just don’t have the kick I once had. Perhaps. Or perhaps sometimes silence is the best option when we are in a place where it is a serious challenge to string a coherent sentence together.

So, I suppose I’m back to blogging again and trying to sort my life and times out via world-wide web. It should be interesting in the coming days as I’ve no idea what to expect since we are entering the “holiday” season back home and this is a hard time of year to be on the other side of the world. Melancholia could show its ugly head in future posts even though I am doing much better than I was this time last year thanks to prayer, friends, family and writing. Who knows, maybe I’m more adjusted than I think I am and I won’t miss anyone at all this year at Christmas. We shall see.

And you never know, some very insightful blog about Brazil nuts might also just show up. Dare to dream.