The Year is Complete!

Please feel free to look back through the 365 days of 2010 sunrises, but "a year of getting up to meet the day" is officially completed. There will be no more new posts.


Thank you so much for visiting.
A one year blog project in which I share a process of transitions: emptying of the nest, reacquainting with my rusty intellect, plowing onward with my first full length book, entering the second half of my first century, and generally reflecting on life.

(see Dec. 29th, 2009 entry for further explanation)

Sunday, January 31, 2010

sunrise, moon set

sunrise:  6:56

We had a wolf moon on Friday night, the biggest and brightest moon of the year (since the moon was both close and full).  After a couple of weeks doing the night shift, the moon finally lingered around long enough for me to see it again during my morning walk, so I was treated to a very beautiful orb about to set.
  It almost made me forget to turn around and see the sunrise.

The moon sets this morning over the end of my first month of sunrise walks and daily writing.  Every little milestone helps!  And the sunrise...we'll say today that the sunrise stands for a new writing "job" I have just accepted.  It is one of those online news sites with reps all over the country.  Doesn't pay much ("That's not a job, that's volunteer work!"  exclaimed a friend.), and may demand too much, but I have to give it a try.  It is a writing platform, discipline to keep working and get my name out there.  We'll see.

I have been guilty too often of enumerating in my head all the possible problems with an idea, so I never give it a chance to get off the ground.  When you never make up your mind, you've made the decision NOT to try by omission.  So -- three cheers for trying new things.  Yikes.


On the home front, I am spending a quiet weekend with T., just the two of us and dogs.  The cast list for the spring play goes up tomorrow, and she is filled with nervous tension.  We're doing what we can to keep her mind off it. 

It is both wonderful and worrisome to have a child with whom you share such a friendship.  We laugh together every day, a lot.  There is not much that we keep from each other.  She is confident, a successful student, active in sports, music, drama, and more, but the high school social scene has not been her bag.  Sometimes it bugs her, but to her credit, she doesn't fret over it too much.  She has great out of town friends, fewer local ones.  I suspect more of those local connections will blossom during the course of this final semester of high school.  Maybe I fret more than she does.  Maybe I should just enjoy her company while I still have her around, and anticipate all of the great things that will come her way.


  1. Of course, you may call me Rose, and thanks for those kind words. Congratulations on your new job! I discovered your blog through your cousin, Tiger Hawk; I keep coming back because I like the way you write. They're lucky to have you. I think you should feel flattered that your daughter wants to spend time with you. How nice. Relish it, because when she goes to college things will probably change. And when she marries one day, she might end up on the other side of the country like my son and his family. My married daughter lived in Florida until three years ago. They now live about two hours from us, which isn't too bad.

  2. Congratulations on the job! And your blog a welcome part of my day now... I can relate to the pleasure of the time with your kid. I used to work out, teach Sunday School every week, cook, garden, and go to lectures and critique writing with my middle one. She's at TH's alma mater now, doing well, but definitely enjoying mocking Mama's religious and political views (if they didn't rebel, they wouldn't grow up).
    This might interest you. I am out every morning, walking also.

  3. I was at your site yesterday. I wrote you a comment about how much I loved the book I read on Shackleton, but maybe it didn't get through. nice photos too!

  4. Glad you stopped by there, thanks. I have been interested in Shackleton for years. And for whatever reason, have always been fascinated by the Arctic and the Antarctic, by ice, the real stuff, and as metaphor. Perhaps because I am a cranky uptight New Englander raised to be stoic, tho currently living soft! Fascinated by people who made such dangerous journeys. A metaphor for the pilgrim's progress, perhaps?