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Dear Cindy,

Hello!  I’m alive and well.  I saw your blog post and decided to write a letter letting you know what’s been happening with me.  Last time we connected was right before Christmas, no?  Well, that’s when I fell off the face of the blogosphere, so let’s just say then.

I had a really fun time doing the song challenge in November but then, all of a sudden, my blog reading and writing became nonexistent.  However, some stuff has happened to me in the last couple of months.  Here are some highlights.

My gouged finger has pretty much healed.  I have a dent in the pad of my finger, it’s still sensitive and the skin seems “new” rather than “scarred,” but for all intents and purposes, it’s back to normal.

The Christmas season was filled with lots of activity ~ shopping (which I hate), gatherings (which I love), and shenanigans (thanks to our full-grown nephews who continue to make me laugh every time I see them).

My cute, vintage angels, spelling tidings of good cheer.

 

My cute, vintage angels now exclaiming (in Spanish) the victory of Christmas?  Thanks Paenney and Fojo, for your word scrambling (and letter hiding) prowess.

 

Our nephews pull shenanigans, that’s for sure.  But they also saved us eleventy-thousand dollars a year by buying me and Husby a smart TV for a Christmas gift, allowing us to cut that dang cable once and for all.  Husby and I are now in the 21st century, bingeing on old-time favorites and brand new TV shows and movies.  Which is probably why I haven’t blogged in a while.

Right before Christmas I lost a great consignment gig.  A heartbreak for me.  I was with the shop for over a decade and poof ! I was history.  Amazing how agendas and skewed visions can be so personal, yet be disguised as a business decision.  Oh well.  Nothing I can do about it except pick myself up, brush myself off, and start all over again.  I’m still working on gaining strength to do that start-all-over-again thing.  I will not be intimidated by anyone who doesn’t know how to smile!  Despite my business and emotional bruises, I will survive and thrive.

Husby and I are doing fine.  In fact, just today, after weeks of excruciating hip pain, my right hip joint cracked.  Audibly.  My mobility has not been this great in many weeks!  Yay for positive joint alignment!

This week my dad celebrated his 87th birthday.  He and my mom treated the family to a lovely lunch at one of their favorite restaurants, and Charlotte provided the venue for post-lunch presents and cake.  Mom made Dad’s favorite angel food cake, accompanied by strawberry ice cream and chocolate milk (the chocolate milk being a birthday tradition in our family).

 

“Damn near 90” ~Dad

With that, I’ll tell you things are going okay in Minnesota.  The concerns and “worries” you expressed about me (and others) in your blog post touched me .  It’s not often that one knows they are missed, and when that’s expressed it means so much.

I’m grateful for you!

Love, Sara

 

This letter was written in response to a blogger who mentioned me in a post about bloggers gone missing (after she was temporarily one of them due to technical difficulties).  I’ve been behind in my blog reading and writing, and while trying to catch up I read one of Cindy’s blog posts from earlier this month and saw my name.  Not only did the mention of my name make me feel like a real, live person who could be noticed as not present, it made me feel like getting back to my blog (and other) writing.  Blog friends are real friends!

 

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Let me say this right from the start: I very much dislike what the word community has become.  It’s too touchy-feely for the hermit I am and I rarely find the need to belong to a “community.”  Alternately, I’m a social creature simply due to the nature of my species, so there’s a tiny bit of me that likes and needs to belong to something.

When I started blogging I discovered it was quite satisfying to belong to the many (millions?) people who take to the page and write, despite the fact that I’m unknown and invisible to most of them.  But there are those fabulous people, many whom are bloggers, who actually read my blog, and many magnificent writers and photographers whose blogs I follow.  There’s a connection there and it feels good.  So what can I call this instead of the blogging “community?”

Because the word community rubs me the wrong way I took to my trusty Thesaurus to find a synonym, a word I could use that didn’t make me feel like I was a blind follower or someone less than completely independent physically, mentally, and psychologically.  I am independent in all of those areas, because in case you didn’t know, I’m totally awesome.

I liked the word confederation, but that sounds too Civil War-y.  Then there was clique, but that was just way too uppity.  How about affiliation?  I belong to the blogging affiliation?  That doesn’t sound right.  I decided on collective.  I am a member of the blogging collective.  Yes, that sounds right.

Where am I going with all of this verbiage?  I’ve been nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award by the author of La Audacia de Aquiles, an excellent member of the blogging collective.  It’s a very sparkly award and I accept it with great humility.  It’s these moments I’m happy to be a part of something (a collective) and to be recognized.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.  And being part of the blogging collective I’m paying it forward to some bloggy friends of mine, as well as some people whose blogs I read even though they don’t even know I exist.  Because they all deserve it.  Check them out and let me know what you think.  And let them know what you think.

Miniscule Moments of Inspiration
Cindy Ricksgers
Lorna’s Voice
Uncle Spike’s Adventures
She Walks Softly
Drinking Tips for Teens
Tongue In Cheek
Butterfly Mind
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