30 Days of Sitting

Today will be the end of 30 days of creating a post every day. I discovered that it was a difficult task. So many hours I sat in front of my computer wondering what I could possibly write about.

Often I gazed about the room and contemplated the things that share my space.

If you sat at my computer desk in our family room, you would find many photographs on the wall, a few water colors, and some other items that would tell you more about me and my family.

Just above my monitor is a shelf that holds the Family Dog House. I remember when the kids were small, and how they thought they were being very clever when they would sneak in and move mom dog or dad dog into the hot seat.

On the wall to my left hangs a Seth Thomas submarine clock, compliments of the U.S. Navy.
You can see I forgot to wind it. It's stopped at 12:30. My husband always reminds me that when I wind it, I should take care not to do so to tightly. He can show you the perfect tension. Also, when setting the time you MUST ALWAYS go counter clockwise with the minute hand. I have followed those instructions for 30 years.


If you ever wonder what it's all about, I have the answer hanging directly above the clock. "Rushin to the office, rushin' out to eat"... you get the gist. It's supposed to remind me to slow down and enjoy my life. I need to hurry up and do that.





Not everyone has a brass hatchet framed on the wall. When the hubby retired from 26 years of firefighting, he received that instead of a gold watch. When he was a young fireman they weren't encouraged to wear rings or watches that could get caught in equipment and injure their hands and fingers. I don't know if that is still the case. But, in the event that your house catches fire, a handsome firefighter saves you from the 2nd story window, he isn't wearing a ring - don't assume he's eligible. I used to be awakened by all the sirens in the night. Not so anymore, now that he's safely tucked in with me at night.



The builder of this house placed the breaker box in the oddest place. When we moved in many years ago it was covered by over sized drapes. They not only hid the box but made it impossible to access. The drapes have been long gone, and I have covered the box with a hanging tapestry of the 23rd Psalm. It's a comforting message. "Yea, tho I walk through the shadows," but, as soon as I flip that breaker we're back in the Light!!!





Two small hand prints in plaster remind me of when their owners were very small. I can't remember why the first daughter didn't get one. Maybe she was ill and missed that day of school. We also have their bare footprints in the sidewalk and patio when we poured the cement. Those little toes are wearing away and I wish we would have sealed them in a spot that was better protected.


How do these relate to my blogging month? Well, I've been in the dog house a few times this month. I'm ignoring housework and hubby while staring with glazed eyes at my monitor. If I had wound the clock perhaps it's ticking would have made me more aware of the time spent here. I've rushed through all my other duties just so I can get to my writing; and even better, to reading your blogs. No axe to grind -this blog is just a hanging tapestry of thought that belongs to me, and hides what I don't want you to see. And, I'm leaving footprints that I hope will not wear away.