On Thursday (Yes, the Thursday - Thanksgiving Day) I took a bunch of photos of the birds that had decided to visit. This particular shot begs for stories. Maybe because you can see through the door. Doors are always opening and closing, and I can't think of any door anywhere that doesn't have a story to tell. Through the sunroom door we see a variety of birds sharing a bath. The cardinals hold a special place in my heart, and there's a story to be told that I'll eventually hammer out for some audience somewhere.
You may notice that the coping (rock edging) on the pool is amiss. There's a bird standing in a missing tile. 2 years ago we put in the pool (pool owners, like boat owners, all have stories to tell) and the coping is pitting. It seems this is a common problem with saltwater pools and although it was known at the time, the pool company did not put on the recommended sealer. 2 weeks ago the pool company began the process of replacing the coping. We're having to pay for the stones, but the pool company is paying for all of the labor and for replacing the water. I'd love to say that we skillfully negotiated a deal where they paid for everything...but have you ever dealt with a pool company? It takes a special breed.
Today marks the last day of November. I've been diligent in my daily blogs, and I expect to remain a regular. The only difference will be that maybe, just maybe, I'll skip the days when I don't have anything to say. It will be interesting to see where things go from here. My heart is pounding with anticipation - I promised myself that my priority will now be the short stories and the novel that are begging for expression.
I've dusted off and refined a short story I wrote a few months ago. A morbid tale of an unbalanced mother. I'm ready to write another story. One of the two will be submitted to The Chronicle for their annual short story contest.
When I started this blog, it never occurred to me that I would immediately begin a daily exercise of putting my thoughts onto a train of coherent cars that moved along a track for others to follow. I'm not surprised that God has worked on me through this medium and taught me to trust Him, even here.
"But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit." Jeremiah 17:7-9