Titusville Centennial Celebration

6 Feb

A Slice of Life

  Bill Lites

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The year was 1968 and Titusville was celebrating its 100th year of founding anniversary.  The city had been growing from it 250 inhabitants, in 1886, and this was a festive occasion for young and old alike.

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For the duration of the celebration, many of the local families dressed in period clothes to remind us of the era of days gone by.   All the men were instructed to wear beards and all the women were not to wear makeup if they didn’t want to be fined by the city fathers.

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There were reenactments with folks in period dress and there were riverboat rides up and down the Indian River.

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There were parades thru downtown, covered dish dinners on the grounds.And then there were street dances, buggy rides and hayrides, as well as fireworks.

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At the same time, many of the inhabitants of Titusville were working day and night across the Indian River, at the Kennedy Space Center, preparing the world’s largest rocket to send men to the moon for the first time.  The East Central Florida area, with its Cape Canaveral rocket launch facility had been known, ever since the early 1950’s, as “America’s Doorway to the Stars.” Now NASA and its many contractors were on the threshold of fulfilling President Kennedy’s challenge, ‘To put men on the moon and return them safely to the Earth.’  The method for accomplishing that Herculean effort was the mighty Apollo/Saturn V moon rocket program that at the time encompassed over 300,000 workers nationwide.

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It would be another year and a half before that historical event would take place, but the Titusville Centennial was a wonderful way for many of the Space Center workers to relax, during their time away from work, and help celebrate another memorable local event.

 

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One of the most interesting events, during the Centennial Celebration time for me, was the unusual beard contest, which was held after the men had allotted time to grow and fashion their beards.  I can’t remember who won the contest, but it was amazing how some of the men were able to come up with the designs they did.

As it turned out, DiVoran and I were members of the Titusville Twirlaways Square Dance Club during the time of the Centennial Celebration, and much of the period costumes fit right in with our square dance outfits.

 

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When our children’s school was out for the summer, a group of dancers from our club traveled to Fontana Village, NC for a week of square dance classes, round dance classes and relaxation.

 

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It was a wonderful and fun experience, with morning and afternoon dance lessons, and then evening skits and dancing the new routines, we had learned earlier in the day.  Couples and clubs came from all over the Southeast to enjoy the camaraderie of a large group of people with the same interest.

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And so, that was how it was for the many of us who were part of two of the most opposite events taking place at the time.  One, a small little-known town’s 100th Centennial Celebration and the other, the U.S. landing of the first men on the Moon, which was celebrated by many people worldwide.

2 Chronicles 15:7

 

SERENDIPITY – PART 2

5 Feb

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

Judy

                                                     

One serendipity encompassed a large span of time.  Before we left for Germany, our Karen had to have tubes put in her ears.  She was 12 at the time, and rather old for it, but she needed it.  The pediatrician was a rather abrupt person, and not one I really cared to deal with.  However, once the decision was made to insert the tubes, he was the most compassionate doctor I think I’ve ever dealt with.  He was also the surgeon.  As I sat, praying – for him and his skill – he came out of the O.R., strapping on his watch.  He saw me, headed my way, and said “There you are.”  He sat down next to me and told me all about the surgery – how one tube fitted in just fine, but the other eardrum was “vascular” and bled a lot, so they just “slipped it in” right as Karen was beginning to stir.  Within a few hours, she was doing well, but we hadn’t been released from the hospital yet.  Then I noticed that she was acting in a strange manner.  Even though we were able to take Karen home that evening, she still wasn’t quite back to normal.  This wonderful doctor actually called the house that evening to check on her.  Remember – this was a military doctor!  That was not something I ever expected from him.  Turns out there must have been a bad batch of anesthesia, as they had three patients react the same way.

He told me that Karen was the oldest child he had ever placed ear tubes in.  And she would be his last.

He was such a wonderful surgeon – and he loved surgery.  So it was a bit of a shock and disappointment to find that the AF was involuntarily changing him from surgeon to Radiologist!  Just seems like they would leave the doctors in the field that was their specialty.

Fast-forward 15+ years.  Karen’s surgery had the desired effect – her hearing was restored and she never had any more problems with hearing.  We had moved to Florida, and began our medical stuff at Patrick AFB, near Melbourne.  Mammogram time again – oh joy!

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After I read the report, I was surprised to read a familiar name as the Radiologist.  I asked the tech if the Radiologist had ever been a surgeon, and she said yes.  So I told her about Karen’s surgery.  The next time I went back, I asked her if she had spoken to him about it.  She said that, at the end of one work day, he was sitting with his feet propped up on his desk, and she began telling him about me, and my story.  She said he dropped his feet with a thud, sat up straight, and said, “I remember that!”

Small world.

So even though I didn’t get to see or meet him again, my life was touched by this same man.  I hope that gave him a nice memory, as well.

Treasure Day

4 Feb

My Take

DiVoran Lites

DiVoran Lites

This morning I spent some time journaling and reading and it got the day off to a magnificent start. The first thing I experienced was the uncondintional love of the Lord. Guess what? He loved you that way too, believe it or not. I had fun drawing a picture of a treasure chest and using glitter in for the gold. Breakfast was delicious even thoug it was the same breakfast I have every day with few exceptions. I had some errands to run and Bill was feeling antsy so he said he’d chauffer me. Here’s what made the day a treasure:

  1. Took a check to the high-school library for a friend who wanted to pay fines and cost of book for a student she doesn’t even know. Fines waived, book inexpensive. Student saved. It was a fluke thing. The student is good about returning books, but this one was lost and gone forever and she didn’t have the money to pay for it so she was no longer allowed to check books out of the high school library.
  2. Stopped at the office supply for a dozen black Pentel Pilot pens, x fine. I know I said I wasn’t going to buy any more pens, but these are my special ones that make thoughts flow.
  3.  Went to the big store for dusting powder just like our daughter bought for her mother-in-law whom she bathes twice a week. Haven’t had any dusting powder for decades. I was looking for the one that was lavender scented, in a beautiful round box, with a puff for under two dollars. We asked the associates, but they couldn’t find it. Bill could. We showed the associate and got a nice little story about how her grandmother insisted she and the other children always use the powder after a shower to keep from getting a rash.
  4.  Also in the big store they had tiny sugar donuts and free coffee. Special treat, but Bill had to bag all the veggies, because my hands were busy. Mouth too.
  5. Also in big store, talked to handicapped red haired, red bearded man buying toys for described tiny black poodle. In agreement that tiny black poodles rule the world and are a terror to big dogs.
  6. Passed a lady with a dog sitting in her cart like a pasha, observing the passing scene. I asked cheerfully not judgementally how the dog gets to come to the store. “Oh, he always comes. He won’t stay home alone.” Very good very quiet Jack Russell. He must be good or stay home alone.
  7. Bought chocolate-covered almonds, and a magazine. Magazine unusual purchase, chocolate covered almonds staple.
  8. Clerk singing and rotating bag carousel, “No more full bags here, we’re done.” Tra-la. She’s so entertaining that we ask if she ever thought of going on the road. She laughs. No, she says, most of the time I’m unaware of playing around. “That’s why we come to your checkout.” Bill says. “Because I’m unaware?” she quips. We laugh.
  9. Bill drops me at the trail. Halfway home, voila, the shiny green metal bench is in place! The man who built and installed it is standing there like a painter with a masterpiece. I ask if the cement holding it is dry. He pokes down through the mulch with his finger. His verdict is…yes. I used quick-setting. I ask if I may I be the first  sit upon it. Yes, again. I perch in the middle of the bench, but alas, there is no one there with a camera to take my picture. Bencher and benchee happy and satisfied with sunny day and good job of trail maintenance.
  10. Waldorf salad for lunch. Apples, celery, walnuts, raisins, mayo, sour cream. Yum.
  11. Unpack small bouquet of brightly colored flowers. I know they’re dyed, but what glowing fuchsias, oranges, greens, and yellows!
  12. What shall I say to make an even dozen paens of gratitude? Oh yes, an invitation to lunch on Friday with dear, good friends. Friday is set to be another treasure day. Thursday too, though I know not what the future may hold, I do know who holds the future.

Matthew 6:33

 

By DiVoran Lites

By DiVoran Lites

 

Writer of the Day-Rebekah Lyn

3 Feb

 

winters endTitle: Winter’s End (Seasons of Faith)

By Rebekah Lyn

Book Two of the Seasons of Faith Series

Musician Michelle Burton just had the best night of her life. Her band Tangled Web opened for Wonderland in downtown Orlando and the crowd loved them. Too excited to sleep she makes a fateful decision to go to work early. The best night of her life turns into the worst day of her life.

Nearby, at boutique Hotel Lago, Stephen Longbottom, acting concierge manager, is anxiously awaiting the arrival of the board of directors for Silken Pleasures, a multimillion dollar company based in New York and specializing in high end cosmetics, fragrances and lingerie. Their incessant demands before they even arrive are driving him to distraction. Meanwhile Lizzie Reynolds, his boss is on a romantic ski trip in Vermont leaving him to manage his first solo event.

Hope, forgiveness and love are an integral message throughout the book and like a fine tapestry the threads of Godís master plan for the characterís lives are woven into a fabric of great storytelling, conflict and humor.

Readers who came to know and love the characters of Summer Storms will enjoy catching up with Lizzie, Stephen, Michelle, Jeffrey and Ian.

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Rebekah Lyn
ScanRebekah is a Christian with a heart for new beginnings. She is a Florida native and a graduate of Jacksonville University, Jacksonville, Fl. A love of history, research and journaling led naturally to a passion for writing. She enjoys travel and has traveled extensively across the United States and Canada as well as Europe and the Caribbean. Her reading taste run from the classics to light fiction. When she is not working or writing, she enjoys cooking,baking and sharing recipes on her blog.

Her current works include, Summer Storms and Winter’s End, books one and two in The Seasons of Faith series, and Julianne the first book in The Coastal Chronicle series. She is currently working on the, as yet untitled, second book in the Coastal Chronicles set in coastal Florida during the early years of the space program.

Rebekah currently resides in Florida along with her “attack” cat, Mia. They would enjoy meeting with you on her Facebook page.

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Free-Wheeling Days

31 Jan

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Onisha

 My husband and I were reminiscing this week about used Coke bottles and the part they played in teaching us that money had to be earned. If you are old enough you will remember that each soda bottle required that a 2¢ deposit be paid. Just like today some people were too lazy to properly dispose of the empty bottles. Often they were flung out car windows, dropped by walkers or cyclist. Their trash became our big time treasure. I can still remember how dirty and disgusting some of them were. Smokers used them for cigarette butts.

 If we had a craving for chocolate or other sweets we hit the streets. No we didn’t mug anyone, we scavenged for empty soda bottles. At that time you could still buy penny candy so for an hour or so of “work” we would have enough bottles to take to the store. Most stores had some sort of bin for bottle returns. We would show our bottles to the cashier, put them in the return bin and choose our treats. If we had been really lucky we would have enough for a soda too but we had to drink it in the store to save the deposit cost. Man did that soda taste good after spending time under the hot Florida sun looking for bottles. Sometimes though we had to “share”, meaning we could only afford one soda.

I can’t remember a time when my parents just handed me money for no reason. Once I was in junior high school I was given a set amount of money each week for lunch. If I wanted something my parents felt was not necessary, I saved a little bit of my lunch money until I had enough to buy it for myself. Today that sounds harsh but it wasn’t really. I learned that gratification of my wants was not instantaneous. I’m sad the state of our culture has diminished to the point that children aren’t safe to walk the streets and woods. So many lessons were learned during those freewheeling days.

What about you, did you ever collect soda bottles?

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You might want to check out “The Next Big Thing” at RebekahLynsKitchen. She will be talking about her upcoming book set in these same “free-wheeling” times.

I was a 12 Year Old Businessman-Part 2

30 Jan

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

It was like the difference between night and day to move from LA, a hugh city within an area consisting of almost 500 square miles of asphalt and concrete, to say nothing of the massive traffic problems there, to a small town with a 1960 census population of only 4000.

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The non-stopped work at the Kennedy Space Center to land men on the moon only lasted until 1970.  Not long after NASA and its many contractors had successfully completed this monumental accomplishment, the American public lost interest in space, manned space program funds were cut, and NASA started laying off contractors as the Apollo Program started spinning down.

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At age 35, I was one of the last engineers at Rockwell International to be laid off in 1973, and since DiVoran and I didn’t want to return to LA, and there were no engineering job to be had in the immediate area, I worked and studied the construction business to obtain my General Contractors license.   I built houses full time for two years until I landed a job with Lockheed Missiles & Space Co. on the Trident Submarine Missile program.

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For the next four years, I worked full time assembling and launching the Trident C4 submarine missile at Cape Canaveral, while building houses in my spare time.

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When that series of launches was completed, I was laid off by LMSC and went to work for McDonnell-Douglas who was launching communication satellites from Cape Canaveral using their Delta Launch vehicles.

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Then in 1979, I was recalled by LMSC to work on another series of the new Trident D5 submarine missiles launches, again at Cape Canaveral.

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In 1987, after that series of launches was completed, I transferred to the NASA Space Shuttle program with Lockheed Space Operations Co. at the Kennedy Space Center.  I retired in 1996 with a total of 35 years as what I called an “Aerospace Nomad” having worked for eight different companies during my career in the U.S. aerospace community.

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DiVoran is realizing several of her lifelong dreams as she uses her God given talents with her painting and novel writing.  We both are enjoying having our extended family near us so we can spend quality time with them as often as possible.

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DiVoran and I are looking forward to many more years of life together, filled with the fun and adventures that only God, family and friends can give us.

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Proverbs 5:18 (NIV) 

 

                                            

                           

 

A Moment with the Master

28 Jan

My Take

DiVoran Lites

DiVoran Lites

 

A friend of Bill’s invited us to the dedication of the new pipe organ at his church. We went early and waited long. When we finally got into the church, we sat down facing the front wall where some of the organ’s pipes were worked into a beautiful and artistic cross.

The church held 350 people, but we found out later the crowd had swelled to 600 in the foyer and around the aisles and were grateful for the suggestion to arrive early.

One thing we had time to do was to read the excellent program we’d been given. Here are a few of the things we learned about the organ: The pipes we could see were just a sample of the number of pipes behind the wall, 2,197 of them to be exact, each with its own voice. The A. E. Schlueter Pipe Organ Company, pipes are made by hand one at a time, no assembly process there. The organ is assembled at the factory and tested for sound, then disassembled and taken to the church where it is put together so voicers could adjust it for the acoustics of the building.

The organist, Peter Beardsley, who is a wonder in his own right, played. “The Carnival of the Animals,” by Camille Saint-Saens, and several other pieces and we immersed ourselves in the music. We learned from him that if the organ as instrument had a patron saint it would be Bach.

The concert was almost over when one little pipe decided it did not want to stop sounding off. It wasn’t too loud, but no more music could be played while it was stealing the show. Mr. Beardsley rose and the pastor went to the front along with several other people. Everyone looked puzzled and helpless.

Down the aisle from the pew behind us strode a very big man in a black suit who had been introduced to us earlier as A. E. Schlueter, himself. A wave of relief swept over the crowd. He spoke to the puzzled professionals at the front and then came back to his seat. In a moment, the pipe quieted down.

So now, maybe you think the point of this story is to tell you that the master organ maker made everything right. Yes, that’s what I thought at the moment. But just to make a good thought better I wanted to know what the master had done to make it happen. As we filed out past Mr. Schlueter he was greeting people and shaking hands within a foot of us.

Oh please let me ask him a question, I thought, and to my delight and surprise he moved closer to where I was standing and looked right at me. Out of six hundred people, I was to get my answer without having to try to find him and talk to him at some other point, which I probably wouldn’t have done thinking he might be too busy for me.

“Did you do something to fix the organ?” I asked.

“I sent a man up to release the stuck valve,” he answered.

“Oh, the master was here. That’s the theme.” I said with delight. He understood that I was writing even though it looked as if I was just standing in front of him.

“The Lord has a sense of humor,” said Mr. Schlueter. “He likes to keep me humble.” It seemed as if he wanted me especially to tell my readers that, so I have–your own special message, dear reader, from the master.

And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying: this is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.

 Isaiah 30 : 21

Pipe Organ

 

 

 

 

A Suicidal Nation

25 Jan

Today marks the 40th anniversary of the  landmark U.S. Supreme Court decision that created a constitutional, nationwide right to abortion.  Patricia Franklin, one of our semi-regular contributors shares her feelings as thousands attend The March for Life in Washington, D.C. – Onisha

A Few Thoughts

Patricia Franklin

I sit in the stillness of the morn

Contemplating in the silence of nature surrounding me,

With a pain in my heart that is inconsolable.

The silence and stillness surround me

And there is no solace for the little souls of the unborn

Who have never seen the light of a day like this.

The silence of their screams is deafening

In my ears and in my heart. Their sighs echo

In the breeze soaring through the pines.

How can this selfish nation live with its guilt?

How can it sleep, or survive

Knowing what it has done and careing not?

How will our Creator deal with us,

This greedy, ungrateful, unseeing, uncaring and insensitive nation

As it slowly drowns and dies from its own gluttonous appetites,

Not knowing or caring about the silent cries

And senseless slaughter of its children?

 I sit in the stillness and I mourn

And contemplate the suicide of a nation,

Which cannot,and will not survive without its children.

 

I was a 12 Year Old Businessman-Part 1

23 Jan

A Slice of Life

 Bill Lites

 

I was born in Dallas, Texas in 1938.  I lived in the big “D” with my parents until 1945, when we moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico.

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The trip from Dallas to Albuquerque was on an American Airlines DC-3, and I was hooked on aviation at age seven.  As it happened, there were two large U.S. Air Force bases left over from WWII in Albuquerque.  So, it was no wonder that one of my main lifelong interests, was airplanes.

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That interest was carried from small wood models, thru the years, to large gas-powered u-controlled flying models.

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I started cutting the grass at our house and the neighbor’s, during the summers, around the age of 10.  My parents helped by taking me to jobs outside our neighborhood.

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By the time I was 12, I had saved enough money to by a Sears self-propelled gas powered mower.  During the next few years, I put so many miles on that mower, that I had to rebuild the mower engine more than once.

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My grass cutting business thrived so well that, by the time I was 14, I was able to obtain my unrestricted driver’s license and buy my first motorcycle.

At that time, New Mexico allowed a person to qualify for a driver’s license at age 14 because so many of the farmer’s children needed to drive to support their family farm needs.

I kept cutting grass until I was 16, when I got a part-time job in the local Furr’s supermarket.  I started out unloading trucks and mopping floors – then to bag boy and stocking shelves –and finally working my way up to cashier.

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This allowed me to be able to sell my first motorcycle and buy a new 1954 Harley Davidson 165cc motorcycle for more reliable transportation to work and school.

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When I was 17, I bought a used 1940 Chevrolet coupe to customize, and ended up rebuilding the engine and repainting it.  I met DiVoran’s brother, David, at Furr’s supermarket, where I was still working, and she told me later that he was awed by a guy my age who owned a car and a motorcycle.  She said she decided right then and there she wanted to meet that boy.

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In 1955 I traded in my 165 cc motorcycle in on a new 1955 Harley Davidson Sportster.  This motorcycle would end up serving me faithfully for years to come.

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At 18, while I was still in my senior year of high school, I joined the local NROTC and began my short career with the U.S. Navy.  I met DiVoran that year in typing class, and by the time we graduated, we were engaged.

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Not long after that, I shipped out on my first U.S. Navy shipboard cruise.  That 10-month cruise first took me to the many ports around the Mediterranean, back to the U.S. and then to stops on both sides of South America and at Panama, and finally to Bremerton, Washing ton.  We wrote to each other every day while I was gone, and just knew we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together by the time I was transferred to my next duty assignment.

 

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DiVoran and I were married when we were 19, and lived in San Diego during the 6-month stateside assignment to my next ship.   When I shipped out on my 8-month cruise to Hawaii, Japan and Hong Kong, DiVoran returned to Albuquerque to live with her parents and attend Beauty school.

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After I was released from active duty with the Navy at age 20, DiVoran and I moved to Los Angeles for me to attend Northrop University.  I started my engineering career in the aerospace field while still in college, first with Douglas Aircraft Company and then with North American Aviation.  We ended up staying in Los Angeles eight years because after my first two years in college, I went to work full-time while continuing my college classes at night, and I couldn’t always get the classes I needed.

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At first, DiVoran worked full-time as a beautician to help with our living expenses.  Then after our children were born, she stopped working to be a stayed-at-home mom.

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As soon as I graduating from college in 1965, we moved to Titusville, FL with North American Aviation, on the Apollo Manned Space Program.

Colossians 3:23

                                    —-To Be Continued—-

Writing Randomly

21 Jan

My Take

DiVoran Lites

DiVoran Lites

I’m retired and I believe in writing randomly. Schedules and deadlines are for people who don’t freak out, block, get nervous over schedules and deadlines. In order to write randomly, I need to have my life in harmony with the Father and with my own needs, which He has promised to meet. For instance, I need time to make coffee in the morning, write in my journal, read something super uplifting (like the Bible), maybe draw a little, pet the cat, and cook an egg with a bit of cheese and butter. The cat likes me to leave the tiniest bite of egg for her, and so I do.

Well, look there, I have already written—in my journal—that counts! Lots of journal entries turn into blogs.

I need time to check Face Book and read my emails. Oh, hey, there’s one I’d love to answer. Oops, I’ve written again.

When I take a walk, I try to have my post-a-note pad and a small pen in my pocket for sketching or jotting down a few words of poetry. There you go, I wrote again.

My car door has a good, molded pocket in which I keep a notebook and sometimes after praise practice and before church, and after I’ve visited a bit, I go out and write for a few minutes.

I don’t do a lot of housework, yard work, or cooking, but I do a little at a time and then I feel like sitting down and where should I sit but at my computer. What shall I do there, oh, I’ve got a couple of projects going—I’ll take a look at those.

One hour until I need to heat supper in the microwave, so why not put in an hour on the book. Yeah. That’s how books get written sometimes. That’s how they get written if you’re a random writer, anyhow, and a random housekeeper, cook, gardener, reader, hobbyist. I say up with randomness. You can do anything a little bit at a time. I have two favorite quotations on that: “By the yard it’s hard, by the inch, it’s a cinch,” and “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” Let’s see, is there a scripture as well?. Well how about Ecclesiastes 3:1

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