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I have always been a volunteer. A volunteer for just about everything and anything. If my help is needed, I volunteer.

This year I volunteered to lead a creative writing workshop at the charter school that sponsors my grandson’s home schooling. I volunteered to do a short workshop, with about 6 meetings. They gave me a class that meets at 9 AM every Tuesday morning and has kids from 3rd grade to 5th grade. The kids show up when they want. It’s not mandatory. The abilities range from not being able to write a sentence to one girl who has written an entire book about dragons and castles and magic.

The school is not too far, about a 20 minute drive. However, it’s “over the river and through the woods,” meaning that I travel through quite a diverse terrain. And, like this morning, it is usually very foggy most of the way. Now we’ve entered our winter weather season here in Oregon and we have “winter mix” in the forecast today and “probable snow” next Tuesday.

So I don’t want to do this anymore. At what point do I tell them, I’m not doing it anymore? It’s not like they don’t have anyone. There is a teacher assigned to do it but, because I expressed an interest in teaching a workshop, she gave me her job. I’m sort of stuck. I don’t want to back down on a commitment but this is not working out for me. No one seems to even appreciate it over there, the adults, that is. I showed up one time only to find out that there were no classes because they were auditing and no one told me there would be no classes that week. When I email, I get no reply. When I call and leave voice mail, I get no reply.

Frustration doesn’t begin to cover this.

UPDATE

I got there this morning only to find that they ate canceling classes because the electricity is it in one of the buildings and the Internet is our in all buildings. So I came home, frustrated again. I’m done for the calender year because they have testing next week and the following week is a special holiday event. I guess that gives me time to decide. 

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I was driving home from Seattle on Friday and didn’t have an audio book ready to listen to. I turned on the radio but couldn’t tune in to anything while I was driving. I hit the “scan” button and all I got was static until, just at the point of giving up, I heard a song starting up. I immediately recognized the song. It brought a smile to my face as it reminded me of my brother, David.

All of my brothers were Raider fans, especially David and Richard. They were very enthusiastic fans and everyone knew it. When the Raiders played (we’re talking Oakland Raiders) David had a song cued on the radio, ready to go when the Raiders scored. And so, if you lived I David’s neighborhood, you didn’t have to listen to the game or watch it because you would know the score…every time the Raiders scored, David would play, at full volume, Another One Bites the Dust! The volume was so loud that the whole house shook. No one ever complained because he lived in Raider territory so it continued.

That’s a story that reminds me of one side of David, a side that makes me smile. So when I heard the beginning beats of the song, even before any lyrics, I knew the song and it made me smile and sing out loud every time that lyric came up…another one bites the dust!

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If we were having coffee this morning, we would definitely be some place warm. I’m actually heading for Starbucks when I finish this post. Let’s pretend we’re there and I can treat you because I have 5 rewards for free items saved up! Let’s boogie before it starts raining again!

We would talk about the short week. Well, it wasn’t short but the work part was. It was a good week. I got to see my grandson. He’s six months old now and he’s a ball of cuteness and movement. He’s sitting up and on Thursday, I got to see him start crawling. I will see him again next month for Christmas. I can’t wait. The drive up there was almost fine. I did get a little rain and a little traffic but the drive was still in the normal range, time-wise. The return was a little longer than usual but not horrible. I’ve learned to keep my phone display on with the Maps app turned on even though I know the way because it alerts me to traffic slowdowns and I can prepare to take an alternate route, which is what I did on the way home.

One of the things I am excited about is a story I wrote. It’s a story I posted a couple of times for my December collection of Christmas stories (one every day in December until the 25th). This year I will be contributing to Solveig‘s Christmas collection so I wrote something new, or rather a re-visioning of something old, by changing the point of view. I did this to get a new story but I chose to tell it from my dad’s point of view. I wanted to write something positive about him because what I’ve written about him has been so negative and he was not all bad. I want to make sure I don’t forget the good times, the good man, and the good father. It felt good to write it. I’ll reblog it here after Solveig posts it.

I have been upset about not being able to complete NaNoWriMo this year. I have had no time. By the time I get home each day, my mind has been fried. I actually think it has something to do with the two head injuries. They’ve made me tired and unable to focus. Then, of course, there was that little incident which turned out to be such a train wreck and continues to be each day as we move toward January 20th. That took up (and continues) a lot of mental energy and time. So no NaNoWriMo for me this year. I actually sat down and wrote at midnight on November 1 and got my quota of words for the first day and I have not been able to get back to it. So no way. I’m a little sad about that but I’m not going to punish myself. Things happen. Things happened. Somethings didn’t get to happen. Oh well, there is always next year.

Well, I’m alone again today. I have to get dressed and go pick up some free items. This time a package of light bulbs for my outdoor motion sensor light which actually needs both bulbs and now I get a package of six for free! And a set of brand new in the box and unopened set of vodka glasses (which I will gift at Christmas time). I think there’s something else at the same house that I am supposed to pick up but I forget. And after all of that, I might take myself to a $5 matinee. Might. Or maybe I will come back to the warm house and bundle up with a book, which is another thing that hasn’t happened all month long!

In any case, I would also like to hear what has been going on with you! I will also be reading blog posts today, at some point or other. Have you seen any movies you would recommend? I’m in a lull on streaming because I haven’t picked up anything I want to stream. I’m happy to get suggestions of movies or series that I can stream on Amazon, Netflix, or Hulu. Let me know!

#WeekendCoffeeShare is a weekly blog link up hosted by Diana at Part Time Monster Blog. Hop over and check it out! There is always room for more coffee share posts!

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I love participating in NaNoWriMo. We all do or we wouldn’t do it. However, each year it gets harder and harder for me. It’s not just the age. It’s the Mama Factor that seems to get increasingly bigger and bigger.

The Mama Factor? All the things that the mamas have to do to get through the day to write a the 1667 words a day that will get them to goal on November 30. When I first started doing NaNoWriMo, my two oldest kids were out of the house. The youngest was in high school but was home schooled so she was constantly home and we took a lot of day trips and excursions to keep her busy and learning new things. (That was when she developed her love of photography. She’s now a photographer. So those were important days.) It gave me time to write. Yes, it put a damper on my writing time but I got it done. It was possible. I used to wonder about the moms that had little ones at home. How could they write? It would have been a problem for me, although when my kids were little, I lived in a community where I had a lot of support. I’m pretty sure I would have been able to leave the kids for play dates with a number of people so that I could have writing time. It would have been done.

Now, however, my kids are all grown. I live alone. There is no husband to demand my time. Yet, it gets harder and harder every year. Let me tell you about my day on this year’s Day Two. I had to get up and out of the house early to drive Susie (daughter number 2) to the airport where she was flying to Colorado Springs for a business trip. I got to her house and she wasn’t ready. It seems she figured over night that we didn’t have to leave so early so she slept in a bit. I didn’t. I didn’t know about the intentional delay. I finally got her to the airport and then had to drive home to watch the two grandboys so their mom could go do a volunteer shift for Gleaners. I got there and they were still asleep so I waited and eventually came home for about an hour while they woke up and got ready to go do errands. I had to play catch up on a few things so I didn’t get to write my 1667. In fact, I didn’t write a single word for my NaNo project. Then off we went for the day (now a half day) of errands. On our very last stop, I got the kids out of the store while their mom was in line because they were starting to misbehave. I got them to the car and strapped into their car seats. When I was getting myself in, I misjudged the distance and smacked my head on the side of the car roof. I hit so hard that I almost passed out. Instant headache of astronomical proportions. My jaw felt like I had dislocated it. There were stars. There was almost blackness. Eventually, we got home but I had to wait at their house because my daughter was going to use my car for another errand and I was going to stay with the boys. About an hour later, she decided not to go out on that errand and I came home. Headache in tact. Jaw pain diminishing. But I’m pretty sure I have a concussion. I ended up sleeping for the entire time from about 5:30 until 10:30. Now I’m writing this and I’m falling asleep again so there will be no writing tonight. I guess maybe I should start counting my blog posts to my word count. Nah. I don’t think I will go that route.

How does this fit into the Mama Factor? Well, it seems that there are certain mamas who just don’t have the time to write. They have obligations that keep growing as their family grows. As much as they try, there is no time for their needs and wants; only for those of their family. Those moms are the ones that perform a miracle every November when they are able to validate their 50,000 words by midnight on November 30th.

No 1667 for me on Day Two. We’ll see if Day Three allows me to write but I will say that while Daughter Number Two is on that business trip, I will be driving to her house to feed her cats. And they have an ant problem so I can’t just fill the dishes and leave. I have to stay while the cats eat and make sure they all eat. This will involve about an hour and a half twice a day, including drive time. I might get a few words written while I wait for los gatos to eat. Might. Might not. Hopefully 1667 will happen tomorrow so I will only have to get caught up by one day over the weekend. If I fall too far behind, I won’t catch up.

So if you know a Mama doing NaNoWriMo, be kind. Offer to help her out or if you can’t help her out, at least don’t be an additional burden to her. Don’t feed the Mama Factor.

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