543 Day Writing Journey

One Meeno Plant. Day 206.

Olaf

First of all, I must address the word “meeno.” It’s a word that was created by the one and only Samuel Adams when he was a tot. I recently mentioned Sam’s obsession with tomatoes when he was small, and the word is still running smoothly through our family chats.

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Anniversaries. Day 205.

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The first day a chicken walked on my Jeep.

“Tomorrow will be the first day we’ve all been home since you started working, Mom.” We did buy pizza.

“A year ago today we bought our couch.” We didn’t have a party.

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Forever Scarred. Day 204.

I write for my husband, Roger L. Adams, Jr. KIA 29 June 2009. Click HERE to read more.

I noticed this morning when I awoke that I had a missed call from the Wilmington Police Department. Of course, I felt my whole body become numb. My mind never races to the worst case scenario because it doesn’t have to. It’s always resting there, waiting.

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Watching People Eat. Day 202.

I love watching people eat, not listening, at all, but watching. Social media has offered the world videos of everything, and many of them include people pigging out.

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Royal Rumble! Day 201.

“I won!” I declared.

“Because you made me laugh,” Roger said, defeated. He was smiling, but he was always smiling, so I wasn’t sure if he was being serious. And God bless him if he was being condescending.

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My Conscious is Streaming. Day 200.

It’s so cool to help people spend time at places that look like this.

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I have a list of topics to write about and refer to it quite often, but today I will just wing it. Max, Baylee, and I have been outside most of the day, working in the yard and garden, and repairing some broken items such as the flag holder on the front porch, and we replaced the plastic dryer vent cover on the back deck with a steel one. I taught Max how to use a hole saw so we could put the umbrella over our picnic table, and we planted red and green bell peppers, and also serranoes and jalapenos.

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Finally! Day 199.

I write to honor my late husband, Roger L. Adams, Jr. Click HERE to read more.

I have been waiting so see this in print for weeks now! I interviewed with a couple in Willard who run a rescue. They take in all animals, but specialize in special needs and ones on the kill-list at local shelters, including livestock. (They have a chicken with use of only one leg and she has a therapy rabbit. They sleep together!)

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Top Shelf Toothpaste. Day 197.

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I have this thing about fancy toothpaste. When there’s a little extra lying around in the grocery budget, I love to splurge on it. You know what I mean, the tubes that are in the stand-up boxes, the ones with gold, foil markings, or the labels marked “clinical strength.” (What’s the deal with that, anyway? Is the other stuff just adequate strength?)

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Short Posts. Day 195.

My Space

I start work today!

My commitment to 543 days of writing still stands, but this week my posts may be short while I make the transition that I’ve been wanting for many years. My emotions are bouncy, but I am so excited about taking this next step forward.

Thank you for the well-wishes and swag vibes. They are fuel to me.

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Cords! Day 194.

He really thought we were going for a walk.

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“Can I borrow your charger?” Most likely, we’ve all heard this sentence many times. It’s a close cousin to someone asking where their charger is, two people comparing battery percentage to see who is most worthy of using the charger, or even to someone complaining because their charger doesn’t work. We’re at the mercy of the cords!

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Maxwell’s Silver Hammer. Day 190.

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Bludgeoning a person in the head with a hammer is not something I want people to think of when they hear my son’s name, and it was not my intention, but it’s done, so we have fun with it.

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Tough Guys, a Pet Peeve. Day 189.

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Maybe my greatest pet peeve is tough guys, ones with a sharp bone to pick or a look-at-me point to prove. You know who I’m talking about, the ones who walk around with I.L.S. (Imaginary Lat Syndrome) where they saunter into a crowded room with their arms puffed out to show their fantasy strength.

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Why Don’t You Free-Range Your Chickens? Day 188.

Aunt Wendy three years ago with the newbies

I dedicate this post to Aunt Wendy, our silver-laced Wyandotte who passed this morning. She was five and although she was tiny, she was the boss. All the others respected her and moved out of her way when she wanted them to. Enjoy string cheese with Barbie and the others, sweet Wendy. You are so missed. You have no idea.

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Hurricanes. Day 187.

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It must be obvious that I love North Carolina, but I do not love the storms, specifically the terrifying tornadoes and the catastrophic hurricanes.

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Some Memories for the Boys. Day 186.

I have been keeping up with this 543-day writing challenge, journey, or whatever you want to call it for 185 days! Today, let’s call it a trek.

Max the pool up-chucker and Sammy the chicken-chewer

Although I do this in the memory of my late husband, I am writing for my boys to read one day. They do already, but them having a book of their mom’s zany ideas and some fun memoires we all share would be a cool thing, a treasure.

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Da’Bomb Repost. Day 185.

Today I repost one of my favorite blog posts I call “You’ll Think You’re a Tough Guy, Too.” At the end, there is a video we took this past summer of us suffering from the effects of a popular hot sauce. If you’re interested, you can buy this hot sauce online. To not make myself an accomplice, I will refrain from sharing a link to purchase the sauce-that-could-be-a-weapon.

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Tax Day. Day 184.

A photo of Gladys just because

Doing taxes took up much of my time today, so instead of writing something thick and wordy, I will share a bulleted list of recent thoughts in my writing notes:

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New Songs. Day 180.

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We listen to music all day long, all of us, from all genres and all times, so I thought I would share a new list of my current favorites. Sundays, especially when football is not in season, are the best days for music because we deliberately listen and don’t simply have it playing in the background while we work.

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Germophobes. Day 179.

I grabbed the ball that my German shepherd, Wanda, dropped in front of me. It’s actually a horse toy and she loves to shake it back and forth with her skinny little head. I held it with two hands over my head and threw it as far as I could. She took off, jumping off the deck and running, ears back.

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First Date at Subway. Day 178.

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I would be lying if I said I didn’t violently toy with regretting our move to Massachusetts in 2016, but it does me no good to dwell on it. Instead, I pry open the guilt that shadows our time in Mass, and pick out the good that was in our five years there, but that’s for another post. Instead, I will talk about the future and not the past. Thanks to a busy morning, I was given some glimpses into the future by Max.

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Pencil in Sam’s Foot. Day 176.

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One day in September of 2009, a couple months after Roger died, Sammy, who was eleven at the time, came to me in the kitchen of our Shamrock house and said he stepped on a pencil.

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Today’s Notice. Day 175.

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One thing I have been noticing is that everyone I see on the news and in my social media feeds, no matter their political preference or views on the world and life, believes Ukraine should not have to deal with this mess.

We are all on the same page for once, and it’s just so wonderful. It gives me hope.

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Turkey Vultures. Day 174.

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People don’t really like the way turkey vultures look, but that’s an opinion I don’t share. They are different looking, yes, but I think they’re quite majestic and their unique look gives them a little swag.

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A Movie Reminder. Day 173.

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Today is a dreary day, the weather mirroring the sad world. It’s the perfect Sunday to watch a movie and one I recommend highly is Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. What better way to grant yourself some selfish peace during a time of turmoil than a Tarantino distraction?

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Day Trip. Day 172.

A job search, loud puppy, and a new war had me spinning. I was allowing a little frustration to enter my spirit and cloud my rational mind, so Doo, Gisele, and I decided to take a trip to see Tye, Deaven, and the pups at the beach to refresh our souls.

Of course, the ocean is calming most days, and the vastness of it reminded me of how little my personal issues were. The puppies are really recognizing us as part of their pack, and were happy to see us. Maxine thinks Gisele is the bee’s knees and shows it by flattening herself on the ground and licking her face, her little ears back in the sweetest surrender.

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Wilfred Owen. Day 171.

This poem may be disturbing to some, whether or not they’ve seen war or have suffered the effects, either directly or indirectly, of Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Some of the language and wording in this poem has become less than polite or proper through the years due to our glorious evolution of language, but the sentiment remains the same.

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War. Day 170.

Waking up and reading the news this morning, I realized that evidently, the macho, chest-pounding tough guy isn’t going to pull back, and in fact, the little squirt did invade Ukraine. It’s because he and his groveling friends don’t sacrifice or suffer loss themselves. They watch it happen while they sit back in their flawless, uninteresting suits, smirking, grinning, and sipping on cloudy vodka with their sad small lips like scared little boys.

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The Dragging Mattress. Day 169.

A photo I took of him in 2016 after we moved back to Shamrock

For no reason other than the recent remembrance of a sweet occurrence, I would like to share something cute Baylee used to do.

At the end of 2015, we moved back into our Shamrock house which had been a rental so we could get the Raintree house ready to sell. Tye, Sam, and I had rooms, and Max and Baylee shared one, but that wasn’t good enough for the youngest boy.

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Tuesdays. Day 168.

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Tuesdays don’t get the credit for being annoying as much as Mondays do. On Sundays, Roger used to get a little down beginning around noon because he loved being home with us and didn’t want to work the next day. His Sundayitis was contagious, and I used to get upset with him.

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Ship of Theseus. Day 167.

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Here is the Wikipedia explanation of the Ship of Theseus: “In the metaphysics of identity, the Ship of Theseus is a thought experiment that raises the question of whether an object that has had all of its components replaced remains fundamentally the same object.”

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Operation Homebase. Day 164.

From Roger’s Funeral

All of the good that Tunnel to Towers does overwhelms me, and their newest endeavor, Operation Homebase, is something I can’t stop thinking about.

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A Soldier’s Child. Day 163.

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I’m still hanging on the coattails of yesterday’s post about Tunnel to Towers, the foundation that saved me when I had no other options. After I wrote that post, I started to think of the other foundations and organizations that exist out there, and one in particular warms my heart.

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They Do Good. Day 162.

Home ❤

“Tunnel to Towers wants to give you a house!” It was Nancy Gass, a recipient of the foundation and the Gold Star Ambassador and Advisor for them. We had been chatting recently after my Uncle Lee insisted I fill out an application.

“I can figure out this whole house thing on my own,” I said to him. (I’ve always been the queen of I’m fine.)

“Just try,” he said many times.

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Our Forward Ever. Day 161.

Our family is stepping forward each day, all over the sharp rocks with our bare feet, and even on the smooth sand when things go our way. Whether it’s a miniscule hop, or a gaping leap, we are each progressing towards a future while we are soaking up our present.

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It’s Monday. Day 160.

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My mail carrier just came to the house to deliver some stepping stools we ordered to raise the dogs food bowls.

“They have you working on a Sunday!?” I said to her.

“Honey, it’s Monday,” she said while she chuckled so sweetly.

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