365 Days

When I retired, the whole world of opportunities expanded as to what to do with my time.

Taking care of Agnes was a priority, for sure.  She was suffering from bladder cancer, was lonely after Leo died, and needed someone to be with her, run errands, be sure she was eating, and take care of her laundry.

Helping Gary with harvest was another priority.  I couldn't even remember the last time I had ridden in the combine with him on a fall day with sunshine and clouds overhead.  Being a farmers wife sounded like a good idea.

The kiddos!  More time with them, but also the ability to help out their moms when they needed someone to stay during appointments or a school activity or some other responsibility which would be easier without extra children.  Plus there would be many opportunities to make memories with the kids on their own.

But the other thing I wanted to do was something creative, other than quilting or knitting.

I like to write,  I am not very good at it, but I try.  I am better with proofreading, offering suggestions as to how to improve, and polishing up already written work.  But it was worth a shot.  I had plenty of topics.  Now to put them into words.

 A year later I have written over 100 posts about a variety of topics.  I have had readers, but the numbers are low.  In a year's time only one response has appeared, and that was from Hilary and early in my plunge into composition.

Does that  bother me?  A little.  But the real reason I am writing is for me.

And so it goes.  The topics will pop into my head.  I will write.  Hopefully someone will read.