Thursday, August 30, 2012

Hi. Remember me?

Maybe not.

These pages have been silent for many months.

Primarily because of sleepless nights due to the rigors of that demon: Restless Legs.

I’ve missed interaction with you.

While I’m not up to par—whatever that might be—God is good and He keeps me trudging along. Of course, when I remember to thank Him and praise Him, the trudge is easier.

The road to suddenly writing a post today was full of potholes, stumbling rocks, thorny vines, and muddy dips. Funny, isn’t it, how we encourage each other and spur one another along !!

You see, it’s like this. Today, while following the trail to find the author of one of my favorite hymns to go into The Blue Folder, I ran across a great blog Barry also writes Retired but not Tired at  I read and laughed and realized how I miss interacting with friends here at my blogs.

So. Okay. Here it is.

The Blue Folder Story.

 After several months of dealing with my e-mail addresses… yes !!! all of them… being hacked and sacked and violated, I took the long and difficult way out and set up a web-site e-mail. I named my new e-mail after a serious family joke that started from my normal organized self..

The Blue Folder is the place in our files where I keep all of our end-of-life information. You know, all that important stuff like the deed to my burial plot, wills, names, numbers, and yes the songs I want sung at my funeral!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING morbid about it.


My middle name, don’t you know!!!

The way I think and survive.

ORGANIZED. A Place for EVERYTHING. Everything in its PLACE.

Hey… blame it on my grandmother, the most UNorganized woman in the world but a strong-willed woman who DEMANDED that I live ORGANIZED.

Actually, Othermama’s “don’t do as I do, but do as I say do” rule enabled me to handle a household of six children for three years and miscellaneous other life-altering challenges as I wandered through my so-far-75-years on this earth.

I am convinced that I always handled those “challenges” because I live, perpetually,



I used skill and discipline to be



 I know: slightly disgusting if carried too far. Perhaps The Blue Folder is a bit over-board and please don’t tell my kids and grands that I’ll never know whether they follow through with my wishes (a whole folder full, written down, printed out in beautiful, organized fashion  ).
It just pleases ME to believe I’m making hard times easier for THEM.

Now you know the story of The Blue Folder.

Every member and friend of our large and sometimes rambunctious but always loving family is precious to me and I am a blessed woman.HOWEVER,
…. as it is written: "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him" -            1 Corinthians 2:9-10 NIV

 It was fun reconnecting with you. I’ll try not to stay away so long.

Blessings of the Sonshine kind to you and yours,