Sweet Potators

Trying to keep track of two blogs is too much. So, I give. This'll just have to be my everything, all-around blog. No direction.  No purpose.  No organized effort. Just living happy and taking one day at a time.

Knowing you don't need to be.......

And even though it's not the highest quality (a photo of a photo and my eyes are half shut), I love it for the sheer reason that two of the most influential people of my life.... women who shaped in a big time way who I am today.... are there together with me.... Shirley and Edith.... my grandmothers.

I've had two blogs over the years..... started both with the best of intentions.  But then, who starts new things/sets out to make changes in their lives, with the worst of intentions? Being the sentimental type-A that I am, it kills me now that I deleted my first blog.  It's like going back to your high school diary and seeing all the pages you tore out.  Not because it would be of any interest to anyone else, but because it was *my* life..... and no matter that so much of it was everyday ho hum, it still gives perspective to me..... a way of gaging how I've evolved over the years to become who I am today...... which wouldn't really matter to anyone but myself.  But still, there it is.  Because the first blog, and now this one, have been for me.... just me.... though, this blog gets viewed by people (I'm assuming people?  Who knows?) from mainly Russia, the Ukraine, Brazil, Malaysia and the U.S. for heaven only knows why, as my little life is nothing mor...

Yep.  With everything I should be working on right now, I came upon a legend that totally intrigues me and now I can't stop reading/researching/investigating everything I can find on it..... 'The Lady of the Heather'. 'The Lady of the Heather' was a Jacobite princess  - the illegitimate grand daughter of Bonnie Prince Charlie. She was kidnapped from France about 200 years ago, carried off to New Zealand and abandoned on remote Campbell Island. She lived for months, or years, in a hut at Camp Cove, one provided with lace curtains and even a garden, which included heather. Though seen by sealers who visited the island intermittently, the lady apparently died in her hut, a sad and solitary castaway. This reminds me a bit of when I was a teenager and I went in search of 'Adenville' from the Great Brain books.  Because it was a fictitious town based on a real place, I didn't find out where it really was (about 250+ miles northeast roughly of w...

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts..... And we are never the same.

.....maybe BIGtime weird, when you find out a person you play in Words with Friends lives a mile away. These are mega random games.  The person you're playing isn't supposed to be real. :-||||| Of course I didn't share where I lived.  I'm not THAT naive.