Goodbye 2015

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2015, 2016, Happy New Year 2016

I have slipped away from the annual “watching all the music and noise before the ball drops” with my granddaughters to say a quick “Goodbye” to 2015 via Trigger’s Horse.  As with most years, 2015 has had wonderful moments along with the not-so-great, with the wonderful moments leading the way.  I’m a year older, twice-divorced, 30 pounds lighter, and decidedly more fit.

My Olive Garden coworkers have become a wonderful extended family and I truly love going to work each shift.  My St. Paul’s Episcopal Church family have become even more dear.  My for-real blood family has grown by several adorable new cousins that I can hardly wait to get my hands on, and Lily and Olivia are more wonderful each day.

Each and every one of my friends blesses me through their friendship; they know how important they are and how grateful I am.

I pray that 2016 will be uplifting and exciting for us all, with enough moments of calm so that we may truly appreciate the excitement.  Goodbye, 2015.  I need to go watch the ball drop with Lily and Olivia.

 

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I’m still here

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NaNoWriMo, Tapestry

I was gratified today by a notification that a new reader had discovered Trigger’s Horse and commented on two of my postings, even though it has been over two weeks since my last column.

What I have discovered during the month of December is that I truly am a creature of habit.  As long as I was religiously blogging nearly every day, Trigger’s Horse thrived.  Once I broke my daily habit to take part in National Novel Writing Month (in November), it became easier and easier to NOT sit down and write in the evening.  And no, I didn’t write the Great American Novel in November.  I did, however, get started, and managed to write rough drafts of some difficult-to-tell stories.

And now that I have started, I will go back and edit, re-write, and continue writing until the whole story is told.  So NaNoWriMo 2015 was not wasted.  I will try again next year.

And meanwhile, I’ll be back to continue with my random musings tomorrow.  Thank you for visiting, and please come back again.

 

God Lamp

anntogether

We are vessels
that’s what I remember
plaid hemline
across my rounded kneecaps
Vessels
like Aladdin’s lamp
I rub my hands together
hoping my genie
manifests through my fingertips
A spirit so powerful
she can reach up to God
and whisper in the Almighty ear
we need help down here
My wish
My prayer
God reveal yourself
in any form you fancy
for all the world to witness
Beneath whatever language
or symbols
or beliefs
we’ve scrawled
upon your entrance
You are
despite appearances
beneath the hype
one mutual voice
with a few simple requests
of mankind–
Kindness
Love
and
Peace on Earth

Rudolph Hug

 

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Changes

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divorce, Fawn Pender, name changes, senior citizens, single again

I have been uncharacteristically quiet this week.  Nothing bad has happened; I have just been settling into my new life as a single (twice divorced) person.  After being separated from my (now ex-) husband-who-lives-across-town for over 5 years, I thought I would hardly notice the difference.  But every time I write “Fawn Pender” on something, I am reminded that I made the right decision.

Monday was “change the name” day.  I visited the Social Security Administration Office (waited an hour outside in the cold before they opened), the Department of Motor Vehicles (another hour), and finally my local credit union.  All wanted to see the precious document that stated “restore my former (maiden) name”.  But now that part is done, although there are a myriad of other small places it must also be changed.  Any ideas on how to change a google email address that is my first initial and last name?

People along the way asked, “How long were you married?” and when I say 34 years they don’t know whether to be sad or happy for me.  In truth, the first 10 would probably have been enough; I am just very stubborn and don’t like to give up.  Sadly, my children would concur, and they were a big reason I stayed married all those years.

So today my footsteps are lighter, and I have decidedly less baggage to carry.  Life as a single senior woman is good.