Chances not taken
The opportunities missed
Evaporating
Into the cold morning mist
To disguise frustration’s tears
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
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Okay… signed into my email this morning, fresh coffee by my side, ready to do the virtual cruise to the blogs I follow – and guess what?
So, I refer everyone to a blog post of mine from last month, in which I explain how to remedy this hooey.
https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/2017/11/09/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good/
Just to let you know, I am not ignoring anyone AND that I believe there must be some sort of wacky, Christmas, Elf on the Shelf thing going on, for as in the recent past, I never went anywhere near that crazy option.
Anyway, carry on! Have a terrific day, wherever you are and whatever you are doing.
Cheers
It is once again time to play another round of
That’s right, our favorite bored game has returned just in time to make my life that much more interesting.
believe me, this is NOT a requirement for MY happiness…
The lack of emails over the last few days, did have me wondering if you all were slacking on your blog posts. However, as I have been s-w-a-m-p-e-d with various and sundry tasks, I figured, I’d look into it today. What I found is that it appears I have stopped following many of you.
what the…
I did not stop following any of you, however your posts have ceased appearing in my emails.
So, until this all gets sorted out, please know I am here. I still love you and am making every attempt to show everyone’s blog some love in the meantime.
I actually thought you ALL might be doing that write a book in November thing… because I am… (spoiler alert)
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Snow and ice, Thursday
70’s by the weekend
Yup, Michigan Spring!
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
“It’s time to string the lights!”
Is the phrase I dread the most
I can handle the shopping, and wrapping, even playing the congenial host
But when the tree is standing ready, its boughs so regal, yet bare
I know my family lives to observe the further greying of my hair
What began as one small string has grown to fill a box
That could easily be used to house a cart pulled by an ox
Beginning oh so patiently, I strive to find the end
I remind myself that it is really only ONE NIGHT I will spend
Wrestling with a ball of wire just to please the little nippers
Who don’t realize I could finish much quicker if I had a pair of snippers
The harder I work, the bigger the mess taking over our living room floor
One by one, I see the family disappear through the dining room door
It’s just me and them now, those little holiday twinkles
And I plot a cunning strategy, my determined brow wrinkles
Slowly, it begins to dawn, a plan so simple and sweet
I have the power to stop this madness, in my leather covered feet
First, I rise quietly and pace about the room
Then I slip into the closet and fetch myself the broom
I sweep the teeny, tiny pieces into a paper sack
Then yell as I run out the door, “In a minute, I’ll be back!”
Off to the store I race with but one goal in sight
To enjoy the beauty of our tree without wasting another night
Hundreds of little boxes are waiting there for me
Each with a die cut cardboard holding instant brilliance for our tree
My laughter is easy and free, as I slide through the parking lot
Let those tiny twinkles get me down any longer… I think not
For I vow that even if it means buying stock in the company
From this point forward, every year, we’ll put brand new lights upon our tree!
(c) 2016 Annette Rochelle Aben
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