It’s a Wonderful Life

No Cliffhangers

Write a post about the topic of your choice, in whatever style you want, but make sure to end it with “…and all was well with the world.”


I’ve sat here with my fingers resting on my keyboard, my mind totally not coming up with anything inspiring and thought-provoking.

Then I started actually looking, really seeing.

I live in a modest three-bedroom rancher on about 3/4 acre of land, with lots of trees and shade. My living room, where I’m sitting, is pretty and comforable, filled with things like my teapot collection, the hand-crocheted doilies I’ve made, pictures of family–including one of my parents, my sister and me when I was only two. I love that photo.  We have a Bose, we have a good-sized flat-screen TV (a fairly new acquisition).  I’m typing on a MacBook Air, which I bought mainly for work. We have a lovely deacon’s bench made in Amish country, and sitting right beside the sofa is a lovely coffee set on a beautiful tray that my son brought back from Iraq. To my left is an attractive display case filled with my costume dolls, one of my favorite things. Most of the dolls are gifts from my family. I love them. They aren’t good for anything useful, but they are beautiful and they lift my heart.

I have books all around me.  I have my knitting bag and my Bible nearby. There is framed calligraphy on my walls that another of my sons has done. He is very gifted, and the pieces are amazing.

All this, and we are NOT wealthy.

In my kitchen, newly renovated, still waiting for some final touches, my fridge is full of food and my pantry is well-stocked. Terry is sitting at my dining room table working on something or the other. Down the hall, the study is also crammed with books, along with my gorgeous organ and my PC. My bedroom, decorated by my kids as a Christmas gift maybe 10-12 years ago, I have a wonderfully comfortable bed, more tea pots, books. . . .

I have all that I need, and more.  I love my husband.  He loves me.  I have four kids that are my heart.  I have nine grandkids who fill me with delight. I have two daughters-in-law who are patient with me and put up with my quirks.  I love them.  I think they love me.  I have a third who is a future daughter-in-law.  She is also a delight to me.  And who knows, maybe there will be another baby or two in the future.

We have a church home that has welcomed us and made us feel at home.

I have my relationship with the Lord, which surrounds all I have mentioned, and makes me realize how thankful I should be, because. . . . .all is right with my world.

Of course there are problems. We are human.  Sometimes we’re not reasonable or kind. Sometimes we forget the God that we serve. But when I think of some of the folks I see in my counseling practice, I realize many times over that, indeed, all is right with my world.

No Z

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)


I’m too tired and too much of a chicken to try writing anything without one of the vowels.  I’m taking the easy way out and leaving “Z” out of my post.

I wrote the other day about my license being expired (whew!  I almost chose to leave out “x”!)  and promised you an update.

The first couple of days were frustrating, as I was shunted from pillar to post in my quest to find some help.  I wrote emails to several different places, and everyone seemed to just want to pass the buck.

Finally I found a teeny weeny little “contact us” on the website where I took the course for the required Ceu’s. Practically needed a magnifying glass to find it.  I wrote to them, got a nice note back that they were forwarding my email to their help desk. The help desk, in a very timely manner, informed me that they were re-uploading my information to the state that afternoon, and they think they know why there was a problem.

This absolutely kills me.  The problem?  Well, the name on my registration wasn’t the same as the name on my license.  On the registration, I neglected to put down my middle initial. . . . . .So I guess it’s all my fault.

In spite of the fact that the addresses are the same, the birth date is the same, and the license number is the same.

The problem?  Computers, of course!  They’re only as smart as they’re programmed to be, and the idiot computer didn’t reconi_e (first Z so far) my name without the middle initial.  Brother.

So they resubmitted my info yesterday, and I’m hoping that’s going to solve the problem. I’ll know in  a couple of days, once their computers have had a chance to figure out if my name is my name.