#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

I love Fridays.  (I also love Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays, of course.  :) )  Each one is a gift, as far as I’m concerned, one I’m grateful to receive.

Still, there’s something festive about Fridays–there are responsibilities to meet, naturally, but for me, at least, Fridays are sort of like Christmas Eve–all the magic and mystery of the weekend are ahead, waiting to be discovered.  Sure, Saturday will bring the usual errands, a mail run for Bernice the Yorkster and me, possibly a trip to the grocery store, laundry to do, a table to be painted.  Where’s the magic and mystery, you may ask?  Well, it’s there for sure–if I look for it.  Maybe it’s an insight or an idea, something that comes to me while I’m riding my exercise bike (50 minutes this morning, over 11 miles, and more than 400 calories burned, scale be damned), reading or listening to a book, playing music, walking the dog, journaling, meditating or any of a dozen other things. 

This morning, for instance, I “saw” into the characters and certain scenes of a new book I’m planning.  I was pedaling away on my trusty bike, thinking about the story, and the magic began to happen.  It was all internal, unfolding as vividly as a fresh memory in my imagination, but I might as well have been watching a movie.  Needless to say, this is an exciting experience–the imagination is an exciting (if sometimes scary) place.  :)  I’ve taken to keeping a pile of blank index cards and a pen within reach while I’m exercising–I might want to remember the title of a song, or the name of a book mentioned on a favorite podcast, or a Bible verse I want to look up or memorize.  I often copy quotes on index cards, too, and tape them to the front of the fridge or even a cupboard door.

Sundays are fairly predictable for most of us, I think–church for some, extra sleep for others, movies and golf games and good books.  Around here, Sunday is usually pretty laid back, composed mostly of quiet activities like reading, catching episodes of a current favorite TV show of mine, the Destination America channel’s A Haunting (I say ‘current’ because I’m fickle when it comes to TV), doing some kind of art work and almost always sharing a family dinner with Wendy and Jeremy.  Their smiley golden retriever, Margie, usually comes along and delights us all–except maybe Bernice and Jitterbug.)  We laugh, talk, learn from and love each other.  And wherever there is love, my friends, there is magic.

And so it goes.  Every day is precious.

Make good use of your weekend–expect joy.

Oh, no, plateau

Who would have thought a good habit like exercising–I’m up to 45 minutes and more than 10 miles on my stationery bike, five-plus days per week–would play such havoc with the scale???  :)  Good thing I’m half again too stubborn to give up!  In fact, I actually look forward to pedaling away–it’s safe to say, I’m finally addicted to something good. 

Music really helps.  God bless I Heart Radio–who knew Toby Keith had recorded a version of the Beach Boys’ classic, “Be True to Your School”?  That one really got me going.  And I defy anybody to sit still when the Charlie Daniels band plays “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”.  :)

We’re gearing up for Halloween here on the Triple L–we don’t get trick-or-treaters, being way out in the country, but that doesn’t stop me from decorating.  At this very moment, there are resin pumpkins in strategic parts of the house, and I’m hauling out my big Jim Shore witch figurine as soon as I’m finished here.  The best touch, however, has got to be the pair of orange and black striped legs, full-sized and complete with buckle shoes, poking out of a flowerbed–yes, sir, I do believe the Wicked One came in for a crash landing among the mums and daisies.  :)

The pink flamingos, a treasured gift from my buddy Debbie Macomber, have been temporarily upstaged.  :)

I’m still keeping that chart I told you about, but I’ve modified it.  I have a habit, as you may have guessed, of biting off more than I can chew.  Too many items–and the Good Habit Gurus recommend tackling no more than five things at a time.  So I’m narrowing it down–writing books, this blog, studying the Course in Miracles, exercise, and Morning Pages.  (But I’m giving myself extra credit for miscellaneous accomplishments.)

Still getting lots of tomatoes, and that’s fine by me.  The first frost can’t be too far off, though, judging by the nip in the air.

That’s the news for today, my friends.  Be well, be happy and be kind.


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