One of my mental blocks as a writer is trying to figure out my audience. That was always a tricky question for me to answer when writing papers in college? Who am I writing this paper for, exactly? The college professor who is grading me, obviously. But what about the blog? Who am I writing for? Is it just for me and then I launch it out into the world in case someone else needed what I did? Is it a convenient way to communicate with family both near and far? To honor those who have come before me and those who come after? Is my rambling for friends? People with depression? Parents? Women? Mormon? Ex-Mormon? People with chronic pain? (I would argue we all live with chronic pain but I digress...) Will my words find English majors? (They are likely appalled with my lack of editing.) Poets? Artists? Quilters? Lovers of words? Spiritual people, who wonder if it is true that they belong everywhere and nowhere? Thirty-somethings? Teens? The walking wounded w...
Well I don't know for sure if his name was Jack. His last name might have been Nielson. A man, Somebody Nielson came by a few weeks ago and said this was the house his grandfather lived in (and I think built). He confirmed that the floor in the living room is indeed the original flooring--I'll have to get a better picture because the craftsmanship is beautiful. This grandson that stopped by (old enough to be 10 or 15 years my parents' senior) enjoyed seeing the house again. Then just last week when we were finishing the screws on the deck and cutting open windows another old resident came by. She was tickled to see that someone was fixing up the place. Her mom bought it from my husband's grandpa (who bought it and flipped it some 20 years ago). People from all over town have commented on it. I'm sure glad to see that our hard work is appreciated by the community. I'd love to get the stories these walls could tell. (Let's be ho...
So I've been holding off on showing pictures of our house until we're more settled in. As in CLEANED UP. But that may be a while. I know a few people who want to see it in all it's "glory". We are in fact living here. Which explains the mess. (I know I should be cleaning instead of blogging but I have all day to do that and the boychild is napping...) Also after listening to "Gifts of Imperfection" (audio book ) I've decided to show you the REAL thing. I did make my bed before taking pictures. But that's it. Here she is, with no further ado (and still no name) OUR HOUSE: When you first walk in you will see this: Our living room. Conduit on the ceiling means our house won't burn down from crazy old wiring. Looking back to the front door now. (All of the decorations on the mantel are so I can see them all and take stock of what I want where.) (Still standing at the door) to your left we have the craft/play/c...
One of my favorite quotes.
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