tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17642131501311315472024-02-06T20:04:07.213-06:00Joy2DayTechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-80896741665872234802017-01-23T12:26:00.000-06:002017-01-23T12:26:29.109-06:00Our Great Country's Peaceful Transition of Power<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This past week has been filled with many emotions for Americans. Irregardless of the political viewpoints you hold, the inauguration of a new President has an impact on all of us. Many were elated and excited; others were angry and saddened. I choose, however, to celebrate what makes this country, the United States of America, so different from most other countries. We have a system that provides for a peaceful transition of leaders. <br />
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I am hoping that, in the midst of the excitement, uncertainty, turmoil and/or angst many are feeling, we can all join together in our appreciation for this fundamental process that makes our country so great.<br />
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If you Google the definition for "coup", you find the following:<br />
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When you search for a list of coups, you find a long list of coups that occurred in Africa, Europe, and the Middle East. It saddens me to think of the lives lost, the economic uncertainty, and the fear of citizens when a change in power resulting from a coup occurs. In my opinion, the fact that we have a legal way for our government to change hands peacefully between political parties and individuals with differing beliefs and ideas is amazing and deserves a moment of consideration and appreciation.</div>
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I am eternally grateful to the founders of this country for establishing a process for peaceful transition of power. It is a reason for all of us to celebrate our great nation and to be proud that we are American citizens. This is the joy I have found in the inauguration!</div>
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TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-34906819752443308932017-01-13T23:14:00.000-06:002017-01-13T23:14:37.996-06:00Presidential Medal of Freedom With Distinction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was touched by the news of President Obama awarding the Presidential Medal of Freedom to Vice President Joe Biden. I quickly joined many others in seeking out clips showing the occasion. Vice President Biden was considerably overcome with emotion by this surprise award. I was disappointed when I saw that the clips cut off at the point where Biden would make his remarks. I wanted to hear how he responded; I started searching.<br />
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The respect, admiration, and affection between these two men was very poignant. To hear them speak of how their relationship with each other and their families has grown over their time in these roles was powerful. I was often in tears listening to them speak. If you haven't seen the full video of this event, I strongly encourage you to do so. It gave me great joy to see their unbridled pride in their relationship and time traveling their journey together.<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-84872111452218876742017-01-11T16:01:00.000-06:002017-01-11T16:01:22.324-06:00Feed the Birds<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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With the winter snow, our bird feeders have been very active! One of my favorite things to do is to watch the birds who come to our feeders on our deck. I think many people don't realize how many birds winter here in Minnesota. I was surprised at the variety of birds I have seen lately.<br />
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The StarTribune recently published an article on the <a href="http://m.startribune.com/winter-s-stalwarts-are-eager-for-a-meal/409512555/?om_rid=AAEFJt&om_mid=_BYbAG5B9E3rm9J">8 most common birds</a> that are seen in Minnesota during the winter. I was happy to find that all of these birds are visiting our feeders! It's interesting to watch the different birds as they fight for dominance over this food source. We have 3 different varieties of woodpeckers visit; they clearly give way to the largest (the red-bellied woodpecker) when that bird arrives at the suet. Some birds, like the house sparrows and juncos, arrive in flocks, sit in the nearby bush as a staging area, and rush the feeder as a group. The blue jay is noisy, bossy, and holds court on the floor of the deck while fighting off squirrels who want their share of the seeds that have fallen from above. Some birds have reached a detente and feed together at the feeders. These include nuthatches, chickadees, and cardinals. They are also content to feed when the small downy woodpecker arrives. It's fascinating how these species have found a way to coexist and share a common food source.<br />
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When the winter vista is white and brown, these daily visitors provide constant entertainment and enjoyment.. I often find myself smiling as I watch their antics. I will continue to do my part in feeding the birds and derive great pleasure in doing so.<br />
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<i><b>Have you found your joy today?</b></i>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-54119892418686457272017-01-09T17:42:00.002-06:002017-01-09T17:42:54.304-06:00Starbucks on a Snowy Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my favorite things to do is to go to my local Starbucks. It has long been my haven away from home. I'm fortunate that we have a Starbucks close enough that I can walk or ride my bike there in good weather. Today is not one of those days, however.<br />
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Now that the sub-zero temperatures are gone, we are getting more snow. It's not a lot-just enough to be a nuisance. Traffic is slow and congested. If you're running errands, you have to clean off your windshield and windows so you can see-especially the rear window so you can back your car out of the parking space. The snow is wet enough that it builds up at the edges of your windshield as the wipers try to do their work of keeping your visibility clear. All of this just goes with a winter in Minnesota. So, after running errands and watching the snow accumulate, I decided to treat myself to Starbucks.<br />
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My visit to Starbucks today was a joy! I ordered my non-fat latte and grabbed a table where I could watch the snow outside and still feel like I had some privacy. I grabbed my kindle and spent a lot of my time reading. Periodically,, since my Starbucks is a PokeStop, I would go to my Pokemon game, and spin to gather Pokeballs. (Yes, I still play Pokemon from time to time.) While I was there, my older son called me so I also had a chance to catch up with him. Those of you who know me will not be surprised that I also engaged in one of my favorite pastimes: people watching! This was a great way to spend a snowy winter afternoon in Minnesota and made me very happy. <br />
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<br />TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-56538979881417492492017-01-06T14:49:00.000-06:002017-01-06T14:54:27.808-06:00A Fire in the Fireplace on a Cold Winter Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been so cold here this week. It was 10 below zero this morning! These are the days when I tend to stay at home and avoid going outside. While the sunshine has helped a lot, I love to spend these days reading, playing games on my computer/phone, writing, and catching up on TV. I grab a cup of coffee, my favorite blanket, and settle in to forget the cold weather.<br />
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It is on these days when the house is a bit chilly that I particularly enjoy a fire in the fireplace. There is something so comforting about creating a cozy nest in front of the fire. As well as providing comfort, it can create an environment for thinking deep thoughts, enjoying the wildlife nearby, or just reveling in your own company.<br />
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There are local coffee shops that have fireplaces. These seem to attract customers young and old. It's a common occurrence to see students hanging out there after school, seniors meeting over a cup of coffee, and couples heading there for a respite from the cold. These coffee shops know the value of comfort and usually provide comfortable seating nearby. <br />
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I know that much of the country is facing cold, wintry weather this weekend. This may be the weekend to enjoy your fireplace if you have one. While the world is talking about the latest political news, you can escape from the negativity that so often surrounds you and relax in this simple pleasure. You can count on us being in front of ours for part of the time. There's a particular joy found in family congregating around the fireplace on a cold winter's night. <br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-73316763019061736962017-01-04T12:39:00.000-06:002017-01-04T12:55:04.933-06:00Sunshine in Winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Minnesota was just ranked Number 1 as having the worst winters. I'll admit that the winters can be challenging. While we have an exceptional snow removal system and efficient, effective highway maintenance, it can sometimes be a challenge to go to work or run errands. <br />
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We certainly have winters of extremes: lots of snow, below zero temperatures, wind chill WAY below zero, and even freezing rain/ice. Just in the last few days, we've had freezing rain which coated the trees and cars in ice, and now we have below zero temperatures. <br />
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It's times like this that I am very happy to be retired. I don't have to experience a white-knuckle drive to work in the morning or freeze while waiting for my car to heat up. I also don't have to go to work in the dark and return home in the dark-never seeing the light of day. Contributing to that, we've also had a lot of gray, gloomy days which can really take a toll on your mood. It's one of the reasons we are all so Vitamin D deprived and take supplements.<br />
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One of the things I love about retirement is taking the time to just be in the moment and look around me. Today I am enjoying the sunshine pouring into our living room. There's something special about sunshine in the winter. It can definitely lift your mood, bring a smile to your face, and combat depression. It also provides a lot of warmth as it streams through the windows even though it is below zero outside. However, I particularly love the beauty of winter in the sunshine!<br />
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Anyone who knows me is aware that I love to take pictures! One of my favorite things to do is to try to capture light. Winter sunshine is so very beautiful. It brightens the snow almost blindingly. It reflects off of ice to create a different view of the world around us. The white orb in the sky against the blue sky surrounded by white snow and gray trees provides color in an otherwise drab world. I am very grateful for the sunshine and for the opportunity to bathe in its warmth and beauty. This is my joy today!<br />
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<i><b>Have you found your joy today?</b></i>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-74818550742511456872017-01-02T11:50:00.003-06:002017-01-02T11:50:54.413-06:00Happy New Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Wishing all of you a very Happy New Year! </b><br />
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This past year seemed to be a tough one for many of us. I saw many comments (in fact, I made some myself) that expressed relief that the year was finally ending. As I started thinking about these feelings, it surprised me because I don't usually wish my life away. Each and every day is precious to me. <br />
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I also have been thinking a lot about writing. I was going to participate in NaNoWriMo where you write every day during November to create a novel. I totally bombed! I realized that, while I LOVE writing, I don't have a compelling need to write a novel. However, I DO need to write. <br />
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Many of you know that I believe in positivity. I strive every single day to find joy in my life. Sound easy? Well, some days it's really hard. However, I have committed to finding joy every single day; so I work at it! I have used Facebook to try to spread joy and positive messages-to lift people up or make them laugh. It's been great! However, I want to do more.<br />
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So I have decided to combine all of these things. I am going to try writing this blog more. I am setting a goal of posting 3 times a week. While I am hopeful that 2017 will be a fantastic year, I believe that this may be a difficult year for our country irregardless of your personal politics. However, I don't want to buy into the negativity. I want to write about finding joy even in the midst of struggles, disappointments, and troubling times. <br />
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So, if you want to join me in my journey, check out my blog posts for 2017. I have a strong belief in respecting everyone's right to their opinions. We may not always agree, but I am always open to new and/or differing viewpoints, so feel free to comment. I will try to share my joy and will always ask you:<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-49154018291243894832015-09-23T15:12:00.000-05:002015-09-23T15:12:08.335-05:00Racism: Why are we so afraid to talk about it?<br />
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Racism has been a common topic of conversation on Facebook and the media in recent months. I have seen it most recently in the case of Ahmed Mohamed: the boy who brought a clock he had made to school and was arrested. Many notables spoke up in support of this student and to share their stories of being victims to racism. Anyone who followed my Facebook posts will know that I believe that racism was involved because of the actions taken by the teachers, administrators, and police. Their responses were not consistent with what is standard procedure for bomb threats. Yes, we have to protect <b>all</b> of our children in the school; so I wonder why they didn't evacuate the building. Since they didn't do that, I have to question why this student was treated in such an egregious manner. In questioning, I have to look at many different reasons this could happen, and racism is one of those reasons.<br />
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In our time of instant, digital media, we are constantly receiving information about events in our world. Many are quick to label actions by stating that someone's civil rights were violated due to their sex, sexual preference/orientation, faith, age, or race. What I'm discovering is that we are more open to discussing the first items on that list, but we are often afraid to discuss race. Disturbingly, I have found that the ones who are so afraid to have these discussions are white people.<br />
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Let me begin by saying that I am a white woman who has grown up with white privilege. I am well aware of it, because I have had glimpses of the lives of those who are not so privileged. While I am not an expert, my experiences as a teacher and my connection with my students have served to educate and inform me about life in poverty, having a different faith or skin color, or having a sexual orientation different than mine. I am a product of a lifetime of experiences, and I view the world around me through the lens of those experiences.<br />
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My friends of all races may not agree with what I'm writing in this blog, but I feel compelled to write about my observations and beliefs in the hope that I can inspire others to let go of their fears. I will not pretend to have all of the answers, but I do see a pattern. Friends of color are talking about racism and do not shy away from the conversation. However, many white people discount racism, sometimes to the point of denying its existence, and do not want to talk about it. I'm convinced that it is fear: fear that they will say the wrong thing, fear that their world will change, perhaps even fear that they may be labeled racist. These fears should not stop us from examining events for racism or having conversations to test these ideas.<br />
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It may be a surprise to some of you, but racism is not exclusive to the white demographic. It can occur in all cultures throughout the world, but I think that whites in the United States have the mistaken idea that racism only refers to them. It doesn't! You will be able to find racism in all cultures if you look for it, but I think this is a major reason why whites are so afraid to talk about it. That is tragic, in my opinion. <br />
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Whenever situations occur like the one in which Ahmed Mohamed was involved, we have to look at the facts and ask ourselves: did this happen because of his sex, sexual preference/orientation, age, faith, or race? We have to set aside our fears and examine the potential causes. If this was my child, I would want that for him. I would want the same for your children. <br />
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I grew up during the Civil Rights Movement in the 1950s and 1960s. So much was accomplished during those difficult times by very brave people who weren't afraid to shine a light on prejudice and racism. We became a better country and better people as a result. Unfortunately, racism did not go away. Instead, it became <b>hidden </b>away. <br />
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I am amazed at how many people comment that they are thinking of leaving Facebook because of the negativity there. Now, I am not surprised that there are negative comments. What surprises me is that someone would let this interfere with their enjoyment of Facebook! It makes me wonder both what purpose Facebook serves for them and how they handle negativity in their lives.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let me start by saying that I really enjoy Facebook for many reasons. First, I find it a very easy way to stay connected with people. I can share in their experiences, commiserate and support them when life is difficult, and celebrate when something exciting happens to them. Second, I am a very visual person and enjoy seeing the pictures that others post. I also like to take pictures and find Facebook a way to share them with others. Third, I think that Facebook forces me to look at new and different viewpoints. Obviously, everyone doesn't believe the same things that I do. This is a very good thing. It adds richness and texture to the world we live in. Facebook is a great way to learn about these opposing views. </div>
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These opposing views give me an opportunity to examine other beliefs and keeps me open to a diversity of ideas. It helps me grow as a compassionate human being. While I may not change my beliefs, I usually have a better understanding of an issue or point of view. If I leave emotion out of it and refuse to become entrenched in defending my own perspective, I often find that I have an appreciation for a differing viewpoint even though that hasn't been my personal experience. These interchanges expand my thinking, open up my world, teach me to have empathy for people irregardless of circumstance, and help me respect the rights of others to have their own points of view. </div>
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We don't all agree on everything. My friends display a diversity of beliefs regarding politics and religion-both topics that can become very emotional. However, I read what they post so that I have opposing views which makes me reexamine my own beliefs. I think this is a good thing. I don't ever want to become so entrenched in an idea that I can't take it out of its box to see if it still fits. As I have changed over the years, so have my ideas!</div>
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I am fortunate that my Facebook friends are people who tend to be very positive in their outlook. There are times when someone might post something negative about their day, but this signals that they need someone to empathize in the moment. I have also made a practice of only "friending" people I know or those who have been recommended by someone. This has probably made my Facebook experience very positive. I am also retired now so I don't have to protect my professional persona. </div>
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I make a point of surrounding myself with positive people in my life. It's a conscious choice! I do the same with Facebook. For anyone who is thinking of leaving Facebook due to negativity, look at the people who are your "friends". Are these negative posts from people who just have opposing views that make you uncomfortable or are they truly bringing you down with their negativity? If it's the latter, remove them as a "friend". I can think of only twice when I have removed someone from my Facebook Friend list because they were too negative, but this action helped me maintain a positive experience. I recommend using this option to make Facebook enjoyable for you. </div>
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You can control the negativity by choosing your Facebook friends wisely. So don't let the negativity win! Stay on Facebook. Keep posting and sharing: I'll be happy to share in your life. Even more importantly, stay on Facebook so that you can keep learning about the wonderful lives around you with all of their differences and commonalities. Look around for the positive voices, the posts that make you smile, and the videos that make you laugh. They are there!</div>
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TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-53511905016524967272015-02-24T15:39:00.000-06:002015-02-24T15:50:15.583-06:00Hello! I'm back...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello! It's hard to believe, but it has been almost 2 years since I last wrote a post for this blog. I'm not sure why it's taken so long for me to get back to writing. It's certainly not that my life has been boring so I had nothing to write about! It's probably just the opposite: my life has been so full that I haven't had time or the right frame of mind or the right environment. If you are a writer, you will probably know that you need quiet and calm to create. Despite the fact that I'm retired, I have had only rare moments of quiet that are conducive to writing.<br />
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I tend to write at night. It seems to be the time when I am most creative. However, night time is usually the time when I socialize. I often spend time with my adult son talking and/or watching TV. My husband and I also have a pretty active social life: going out with friends, attending live performances, experiencing new restaurants, taking short road trips to explore and geocache. <br />
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Whatever the reasons, I have missed writing. I miss crafting the words to express ideas. I miss finding visuals to go along with my writing. I miss the rare interaction with readers. I've had a lot of ideas bouncing around in my head for awhile but never got to the point of writing them down. <br />
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This past weekend we had dinner with a friend who writes for a living. I had so much fun talking with her about a wide variety of topics, and it made me realize that it's time to start writing again. So, I'm back... <br />
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TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-51863217016638369402013-07-11T08:16:00.000-05:002013-07-11T08:16:51.032-05:00Chincoteague Island: Land of Misty and Relaxation<br />
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When trying to decide where we wanted to go for vacation this year, we considered going west to the Rockies or east to the beach. After several discussions, we decided that we wanted to go east to visit my brother in North Carolina and that we wanted to visit Norfolk, VA. I had been to Norfolk before on a recruitment trip and wanted to go back so that my husband could take a tour of the Naval base there. I originally thought that we would spend several days in the area, but after reading about the attractions there, I started to focus more on the beach.<br />
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Let me start by saying that this should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me and my background. Having grown up in Florida, I always feel that I am home when I arrive at the water. As much as I admire Minnesota lakes, they just don't do it for me although Lake Superior comes close. There is just something about the ocean and coastal waterways that makes me feel like I have come home. <br />
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As I researched the coast of Virginia, I first looked at Virginia Beach. It is close to Norfolk-almost a suburb-and is very popular. However, I have driven through there and found it very busy and touristy. So, I continued to search for other options. That is when I discovered Chincoteague, Virginia on the map. As I read about this area, I also remembered more about it. I had always heard about and been intrigued by the tales of wild ponies that were herded to swim from their island home to the mainland. I had also heard about the book <u>Misty of Chincoteague</u> because of my Children's Literature class in college. Imagine my surprise to learn that this was the place for both of those things! The more I read, the more convinced I was that we should spend some time on Chincoteague; so our focus changed to a quick trip to Norfolk followed by a few days in Chincoteague.<br />
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I am so glad that we made these changes to our vacation. Chincoteague, and its neighboring Assateague, is a lovely place to relax. There's a slowing down of time here. Nothing is hurried or rushed, and there is something for everyone here. Biking is a popular activity. The land is flat, and there are bike paths throughout the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge. There are boat cruises or fishing if you want water activities. The beach is lovely as well. There are scooters, trikes, and coupes to rent and explore the island and refuge. There is a popular ice cream shop which offers locally made ice cream; at night people line up out the door. There are miniature golf and go-carts as well as a theater for entertainment. The people are helpful and friendly. This is a wonderful place to relax, unwind, and have fun!<br />
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This has been a wonderful place to spend some time. I will be sad to leave, but I am so glad that we decided to head for the beach. We have had a great time!<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-21818714942392861672013-06-30T20:39:00.001-05:002013-06-30T20:39:25.767-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 30: Writing<br />
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It is June 30th! That means that this is the last post for 30 Days of Beauty. As I sat down to write on this final evening in June, I went back to read my post a year ago on the last day of 30 Days of Joy. I had learned a lot by completing that exercise. That is also true this year.<br />
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In writing about beauty, I found that it is closely related to joy. In looking around and identifying the beauty in my life, I often felt tremendous joy. I hope that these posts have helped you to see the beauty that surrounds you each day. I hope that this created a lot of joy for you. Even more, I hope that you shared this joy with others. After all, my intent with this blog is to create Circles of Joy that create ripples in the fabric of life; thus spreading joy to those around us. <br />
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When looking for beauty, I realized that, while nature is truly beautiful, the people I encounter each day provide the sources of beauty that are most meaningful. It is just a matter of taking the time, looking for it, and treasuring its gift to you. Please know that you are beautiful, and take the time to tell someone you love that they are beautiful to you. You will experience and share great joy in this way.<br />
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I set out to write every day during June equaling 30 days of writing. I didn't always get them done on time. Life, power outages, and travel sometimes got in the way. However, I made sure to write 30 posts, and each one reflected what I was experiencing that day. I really like to write. I hope that shows in my posts. I greatly appreciate those who commented or "liked" my post on Facebook. I knew that people were reading these writings, and it meant a lot to me. Now that the 30 days are over, I will go back to writing weekly. I hope that you will continue to read my posts. <br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-61220955780089860132013-06-29T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-30T14:12:41.418-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 29: Family<br />
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This has been a very busy month of Open Houses. Many of my friends have children who graduated from high school. We always try to attend, because we want to celebrate this major accomplishment. Today we attended our last graduation open house of the season, but it was a special one. Our niece's daughter graduated from high school with honors. We definitely had to attend to be a part of this celebration.<br />
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We have enjoyed all of the Open Houses, but this one was so much fun because of all of the family members who were there, It was a great opportunity to catch up on everyone's lives, give and get hugs, and congratulate the new grad. There was great food, but my favorite thing was looking at the pictures of our great niece that chronicled her life since birth. She has always had a smile on her face. It was so much fun to see all of the years caught in pictures.<br />
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Family is a beautiful and interesting thing. Many of our family members aren't related by blood; however, they are very much our family. I don't always get to see them but they are very important to me. They have watched my children grow up and enjoy watching my grandchildren as they grow. They are always there if I need them. I also enjoy time with my nieces. They have become such wonderful young women. I am so proud of them, and this was an occasion to celebrate one of the most important accomplishments of a mother-seeing her child graduate. Proud parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles abounded! There was so much joy in their faces and in the hugs we all shared. I'm so lucky to be a part of their lives.<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-49814691787156251422013-06-28T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-30T13:42:32.251-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 28: Outdoor Dining<br />
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I love outdoor dining! There is a beauty to being a part of nature and its elements. When I was young, we lived in Miami, Florida. We ate outside a lot of the time, and many restaurants had outdoor dining. I love that about warm, tropical areas. There is something invigorating about dining al fresco, enjoying the sunshine, sharing good conversation, and relaxing with friends and family.<br />
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Living in Minnesota has made me appreciate this experience even more. After months of being indoors, I crave being outside for dining. I know this is true for many other Minnesotans as well. I meet a friend for lunch every week, and our choices for dining are governed by which restaurants have outdoor dining. This week we had to eat indoors after my eye appointment. My dilated eyes couldn't take the sunshine even though I was wearing sunglasses. It was truly a loss to have to be indoors on such a gorgeous summer day. I know that she is really a friend since she was willing to forgo the outdoors for me after being cooped up in an office all day!<br />
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Many Fridays you will find my husband and me at our neighborhood D'Amico's restaurant. They have a lovely outdoor dining area with flowers and a fountain. We know many of the servers and managers since we regularly go there. We chat about their families and catch up on their lives throughout our evening. When I was working, we often went there, bought a glass of unlimited wine, and talked about our work week. It gave me a chance to dump work issues before the weekend so I could relax. We would sit for hours talking, eating, and drinking. We would often close the evening with a trip to the Starbucks next door. <br />
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Today we went to D'Amico's with our family. There were 9 of us. My sister-in-law and her 2 girls came to visit for the day. So the 3 of them, my son and his family, and my husband and I went out for dinner. We had a large table under the umbrellas outdoors. It was a great time! My granddaughter loved being with her cousins and throwing pennies (provided by Grandmum) into the fountain. My grandson flirted with the little girl at the next table. We all talked, ate, and enjoyed the Minnesota evening. It was a wonderful, relaxing evening!<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-35709125650513040942013-06-27T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-30T12:49:38.355-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 27: Tomorrow<br />
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Have you ever had one of those days? From the time you wake up in the morning, your day just doesn't go right. It could be one catastrophic thing that soured the day, it could be lots of little things that didn't go well, or it could be the final event (think straw) that broke the cumulative camel's back. Today was one of those "broken camel back"days.<br />
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It's not important what today's event was. Let's just say that it was not welcome after all we've been dealing with as a result of our wet basement. We have all been trying to stay positive even though we feel devastated that all of our hard work is damaged. The good news has been that our personal belongings are all fine; it's just the new carpet, flooring, and walls that have to be replaced. It has been so sad to see our fine work gone and to face months of renovation before we have that space to use again! So today has been a struggle as another event gets piled on. I don't think it really matters what the event is. It's the fact that there is one more thing to deal with.<br />
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Our way of coping was to get out of the house and keep busy. We did errands and managed things that we could control. It helped to recreate some semblance of order. This return to everyday matters helped a lot, but what really helps me is to remember that there is always tomorrow.<br />
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Tomorrow holds so much promise. There is great beauty in that promise. The future has a lot of potential for change, and I am someone who appreciates change in small doses. Without change, we get stale and life can be boring. I also think that time truly does heal as it takes us further from the initial shock or distress of an event. I am looking forward to the joy of tomorrow. I know that it will be better. So, I am much like that other red-haired person, Annie, as I sing quietly in my head, "The sun'll come out tomorrow!"<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b> TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-28113299481309808482013-06-26T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-29T13:29:59.525-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 26: Dove<br />
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Since my topic for the month is beauty, I would be remiss if I didn't write a post about Dove's Real Beauty Campaign. I applaud this company for trying to promote beauty of all kinds as a counter viewpoint to the beauty often promoted by mass media. For most of my life, I have seen stick-thin, young, Caucasian, tanned models on TV and in magazines held up to us as the optimal beauty for women. It has only been as I got older that I started to see, value, and appreciate the beauty of the strong, diverse women around me.<br />
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If you read about Dove's campaign, you will find some interesting information. They began this campaign in 2004. It has changed and evolved throughout the years. In 2010, Dove took a new direction: a new vision with the Dove Movement for Self -Esteem. <br />
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When you next look into the mirror, don't focus on your flaws-we all have them! Look at your good traits, the natural beauty that is in you, and tell yourself that you are beautiful. After all, that is what I see when I look at you. <br />
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It doesn't matter how old you are or how much you weigh; <b>you are beautiful</b>, and there is a great deal of joy and power in recognizing that in yourself.<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b><br />
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<br />TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-33614356599415061662013-06-25T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-29T12:54:39.858-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 25: The Written Word<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My very favorite thing to do is to read. There is nothing as relaxing as sitting down with a good book, a cup of coffee, and a biscotti to immerse myself into a story. I am fairly eclectic in my book selection. However, I tend to go with science fiction, fantasy, romance if well written or with an interesting twist, and mystery. Once in a while, I will pick up a biography or thriller. I like books with good character development that move the story forward quickly. I am not into detailed descriptions of backgrounds and scenery. Good dialog, interesting people, and a bit of unpredictability will always draw me into a book.<br />
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I have a particular admiration for authors who are skilled crafters of the written word. There is a certain beauty in words; especially when a story is so well written that the reader is lost in the book's world. Have you ever read a book where you were so involved in the world that you felt bereft when it was done? There is a lingering sadness that this world is over. This is a sign of a great author who knows how to use the written word to maximum effect.<br />
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I am always reading a book. Sometimes I am even reading 2 at a time. I have some books that I read on my Kindle; others that I read in actual book form. This is because I have collections of books by some authors that I continue to buy the physical book so that I can add to my collection. I also have a lot of ebooks on my Kindle. I often try new authors when they offer their ebooks on specials. These are usually books that are interesting and enjoyable but not books that I necessarily love. Once in a great while, I stumble across a new author or series that become favorites. I love it when this happens!<br />
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I hope that you have an opportunity in the near future to sit down with a good book, a beverage of your choice, and discover the joy of reading and the beauty of the written word delivered by a great author. If you have any reading suggestions, please comment on this post. I am always looking for new recommendations for books.<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b><br />
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<br />TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-29463911300614793922013-06-24T22:30:00.000-05:002013-06-24T22:56:03.724-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 24: Water on a Hot Day<br />
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When we woke up today, we still did not have any power in our house. It was hot and humid inside. I ran to Starbucks for caffeine and breakfast sandwiches for all of us. When I came home, I decided to sit outside to enjoy my breakfast since it was much cooler outdoors. That was when my daughter-in-law, Claire, had a brilliant idea. Let's fill the turtle sandbox with water since we haven't put sand in it yet!<br />
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We filled it up with water, and Claire took Tyler, who is one, out of his walker to let him splash in the water. However, Tyler decided to just step right into the pool-clothes and all! Now this water was straight from the hose so it was cold, but he loved it. When his sister, Abbey, saw that she stepped right in as well. Claire and I were so surprised. She was laughing so hard! Who needs swimsuits?<br />
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I found the water toys that I had saved from when my kids were little. They had so much fun playing in the water. It was a stroke of genius. What a lovely way to spend a hot summer morning and what a great reminder of the beauty of water play!<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-41058139655672119482013-06-23T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-24T22:47:02.662-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 23: Power<br />
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While Don and I were in Milwaukee, our two sons, Dane and Drew, and our daughter-in-law, Claire, were dealing with a power outage at our house. There was a major storm that went through the Twin Cities Friday evening which took out power in over half a million homes in the Twin Cities. Not having power is certainly an inconvenience, Unfortunately, since the sump pump didn't have power, we had flooding in our newly remodeled basement. <br />
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Since we were gone for the weekend, our children had to take care of dealing with the power outage. They have done a wonderful job! They dug out the generator in our garage, hooked it up to the sump pump and refrigerator, and rigged a system to siphon the excess water while working on these solutions. They stayed up throughout the nights to monitor the sump pump and generator so that further damage was mitigated as another storm moved through. Dane also managed to work throughout the weekend at Canterbury Park. <br />
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It is also no surprise that Claire managed to keep everyone fed (hunting and gathering) while entertaining 2 small children. Dane set up a system so that they could charge their electronics which helped a lot. Claire resurrected radios so that the grandkids could dance to music in the living room. Drew moved to our room at night so he could listen for his kids since the monitors weren't powered. They all managed to share flashlights, pool batteries as needed, and use lanterns for bathroom visits. <br />
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This has taught me the beauty of power: not just electrical power but also the power of family and of intellect. I am so proud of how they took care of everything while we were away and so grateful that they were here to resolve issues so quickly. Their combined problem solving was pretty amazing. How lucky we are to have such wonderful young adults in our family!<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-50009171398156029172013-06-22T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-24T22:21:40.869-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 22: Accomplishments<br />
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Rob has been working toward this day for 3 years. Unfortunately, while nearing his last year of training, he injured his knee and had to have surgery. He has fought hard to get back in shape and to succeed in meeting his goal. I'm sure there were times when he wasn't sure that he would make it, but he did! He had a wonderful teacher, trainer, coach, and friend in Mr. Quirk at Karate America. He was truly instrumental in encouraging Rob to keep training to reach his goal.<br />
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Before actually receiving his black belt in today's ceremony, Rob had a 2 hour test to determine if he passed his black belt qualifications. He says that it is one of the hardest things that he has ever done, but he feels like he has really earned it. Mr. Quirk put him through his paces especially in the final sparring that was a requirement. <br />
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While it is a major accomplishment for anyone to achieve their first degree black belt, I find a particular beauty in Rob's accomplishment since he had to come back from a major injury. I am very proud of him, and I am so happy that I am here to witness this celebration of his accomplishment.<br />
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WI. While this is a long way to go in a
very short time, my brother is receiving his black belt, and I want to be
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different sites, and cranking up the music as the miles go by. It is well worth the time spent packing and
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We are hoping to take a longer road trip to see new sites
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TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-64287020671224245502013-06-20T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-22T22:31:51.498-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 20: Theater Performances<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last night we went to the Guthrie Theater to see the play,
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usual, I enjoyed myself. I knew very
little about the play other than that it had won the 2012 Tony Award for Best
Play on Broadway. As a result, I was
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Clybourne Park was written by Bruce Norris in response to
the play A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry. I have always liked that particular play
although I have never seen it in person-only the movie version on TV. Clybourne Park is a powerful play about race and wanting a better life set
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I am a great admirer of the Guthrie Theater-one reason that
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enjoy many of the actors in residence.
The performances in this play were incredible.
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revealed as characters and their history are unveiled. The strong language is integral in eliciting
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I especially enjoyed the beauty
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one of my favorite Guthrie actors. I
would compare his performance to his performance in God of Carnage. He is excellent at showing extreme
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TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-44611441165062921102013-06-19T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-22T22:16:12.507-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 19: Lunch with a Friend <br />
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There’s something special about having lunch with a
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treasure this experience so much. There
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Every Wednesday, a friend and I try to meet for a late
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We never lack for something to talk about. First, there is a genuine caring for each
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TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-69514522070259591682013-06-18T22:45:00.000-05:002013-06-18T22:45:38.395-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 18: Quiet<br />
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Those who really know me well know that I am truly a night owl. One of my favorite things about retirement is that I can stay up late since I don't have to get up at a certain time in the morning. My natural body rhythm is to stay up until 2AM and then get up at 10AM. That gives me 8 hours of sleep; I'm just off a "normal" schedule.<br />
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If you are a night owl like me, you will know that there comes a time each night when the house settles. It becomes calm and quiet. I often write at those times, because I'm my most creative. The words and thoughts flow more easily. I also love to read during the quiet. I am filled with a quiet joy as I soak up the quiet and prepare for sleep. So, as you are preparing for bed now, I am hitting my stride and looking forward to the beauty that is the early morning quiet. <br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764213150131131547.post-8116695501667589862013-06-17T23:30:00.000-05:002013-06-18T21:10:10.213-05:0030 Days of Beauty-Day 17: First Birthdays<br />
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There's something special about birthdays when you are a child. You can't wait for your next birthday. It fills you with hope, laughter, and joy. However, there is something beautiful about a first birthday!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUIfjUaS_Q2frhcIoiJu1ZnTCS4FovwITV3G2UxesSgQRG-JdhQx9LL2aV2hNBXJFEoK7NeQ3iBbaglc-NqjgkKXuHHrJCsyAQ4R1qfa0fQKYAhSw3Y4fyJA6GmSQeOnEVhyphenhyphengqm8B8xwO/s1600/Ty+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUIfjUaS_Q2frhcIoiJu1ZnTCS4FovwITV3G2UxesSgQRG-JdhQx9LL2aV2hNBXJFEoK7NeQ3iBbaglc-NqjgkKXuHHrJCsyAQ4R1qfa0fQKYAhSw3Y4fyJA6GmSQeOnEVhyphenhyphengqm8B8xwO/s200/Ty+Party.jpg" width="200" /></a>Today is my grandson's first birthday. We had a special party with friends and family to celebrate this weekend. It was such fun! It was a gorgeous day so we were able to spend the afternoon on our deck. Family and friends mingled and chatted. Kids played on the swing set in our yard or with the toys on the deck. <br />
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Food was shared, and of course, there was birthday cake. We all surrounded my grandson, Tyler, as he was given his own special birthday smash cake. Many pictures and videos were taken as he first delicately tasted the cake-then grabbed with his fists. We all laughed as he smiled with his cake-smeared face and raised his arms, "Hooray!"!<br />
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Tyler's older sister, Abbey, practiced saying "Happy Birthday" for days. She also helped pick out balloons for the occasion. Abbey had her own special balloon for the day: Elmo, her personal favorite. She enjoyed the day a lot!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL7X8wZh8DCdMxzFyWklz9g_-2BgLm2JiEa56B199tJnmxz2KrJDSgMs8c8Yc_gJe2DEwbz3_yaUWfnvd3MHq0RkTOmEYqAUQTuuDEhqwYFx5R8cPDmBNzLFzKNtjfzT5ziO0wEjpDTPm/s1600/Ty+One.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL7X8wZh8DCdMxzFyWklz9g_-2BgLm2JiEa56B199tJnmxz2KrJDSgMs8c8Yc_gJe2DEwbz3_yaUWfnvd3MHq0RkTOmEYqAUQTuuDEhqwYFx5R8cPDmBNzLFzKNtjfzT5ziO0wEjpDTPm/s200/Ty+One.jpg" width="150" /></a>First birthdays are very special. They are close enough to that miraculous day when a new life joined our family. It is a time for parents to reminisce about the birth of their child. It is a time for family to pour over pictures chronicling the milestones of the year. Most important: it is a time to celebrate a job well done in raising this baby into a toddler. <br />
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There is great joy in this accomplishment as we all join together as a family and look ahead to many birthdays to come.<br />
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Happy Birthday, Tyler!<br />
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<b><i>Have you found your joy today?</i></b>TechJoy2Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082933072192527497noreply@blogger.com0