So this year’s attempt at Write 31 Days has been a spectacular failure. I never expected that I would not only absolutely fail to write every day–or at all–but I’d miss the link up, too. It was announced that this year was the last Write 31 Days, so I guess for me last year’s was the absolute last one. 🙂
It’s Day 26 of Write 31 Days. It is the first time in years I got this far in the challenge, but this year I find myself with plenty of drafts on topics I want to write about to last me into mid-November.
Yesterday as I was looking for some scriptures to share as part of the spiritual thought at English lesson I had this funny thought to change the name of this blog, and keep on writing on topic. I have never been very good in sticking to a topic in my blogs, but it’s something I might want to think through.
Today will be very busy between work, English, and team building. I am already struggling to find some time for scripture study. With all the emphasis on consistency, I still fail at it. As much as I try, some days I only get a few verses read. There are even days when I read nothing. So a good friend and I decided to read the Book of Mormon together. The first 2 days we managed to get to 1 Nephi 1:3. The Book of Mormon has 6604 verses. At that pace it would take us a little over 12 years to read the Book of Mormon! Luckily we have gotten better at it, and we are moving on to the next chapter.
Back with a real post tomorrow.
All my crochet groups on Facebook are full of Christmas preparations: angels, stars, snowflakes. I haven’t even thought about starting these, but I have ordered 1kg of white crochet thread that should be getting here any time now. I am also working on some Christmas gifts that do not have any specific Christmas themes, and I have dug up my leftover yarn to make the customary stockings I make so I don’t have to wrap things. My wrapping skills are seriously impaired.
In non-crochet related news, I decided to make a few small Advent calendars with not-quite-tangible surprises that take up little space and can deliver a daily encouragement. We shall see how I am with a glue gun. 🙂
I am, unfortunately, clueless about what to give my 8-year-old niece for Christmas. When I ask her what she’d like, she always asks for plush animals, but those keep ending up in the attic, because she has enough of them to overtake the whole house. Anyone having any suggestions what’s hot with 8-year-olds these days?
I have a problem with blogging. Everyone always says, “It’s your story to tell.” However, the best stories, the ones that are the most worthy of telling are hardly ever just that: they are someone else’s story, too.
It’s been almost three weeks since my sister died, and, surprisingly, the good memories start to beat out the emptiness and the immense sadness of losing her. I never posted a picture of her here, because she was very picky about what she considered good photos, and she could never make her mind up which photo to post, but as I went through thousands of photos from her 34 years creating two photobooks the last two weeks, I found some that I especially loved. Maybe they weren’t the best photos, but the memories attached made them outstandingly good.
This photo was taken two years ago while we were on vacation in Vonyarcvashegy. It is the one photo that shows my sister as I remember her: beautiful, funny, communicative, witty, sarcastic, smiley.
It will be a while before a day passes without a deep ache occuring at random times, missing her. But with the pain of her loss I am eternally grateful for the 34 years I had her as my sister.