Are We Having Fun Yet?

Candlestick Park

That would be a big, resounding, “NO!”

The 49er Faithful have suffered much these last few years. The management fires Harbaugh, then changes coaches every year. Our beloved core players sign with other teams, retire, or get traded. This year is no exception – a new coach and a lot of new players. I’m usually disappointed in management, but never disappointed with the players.

Until now.

Don’t get me wrong – I believe in showing solidarity and fighting against injustice. Protesting something is your right as an American. I just want you to do your protesting somewhere else, on your own time. At a game, you are on NFL’s and your fans time. Not standing during our National Anthem is a negative thing – I don’t care how you rationalize it.  This country does not oppress people of color, or anything else. People do that. Bullies in low and high places.  You are an American. Stand proud. A nation is watching you.

I’ll tell you who’s oppressed, Mr. Kaepernick – your fans!  We pay for tickets, memorabilia and  merchandise.  It is your fans that allow you to have the ridiculous salaries, and new stadiums. Why? So we can watch football and enjoy the competition, the energy, and the love of the game. Now, during what used to be entertaining and exciting, we have politics in our face.

Now that you have the Nation’s attention, as well as the cover of Time Magazine, what is your plan to change things?  You might start with changing your hair-do. Cut it or corn-row it. We get that you are Black, so please,  – lose the fro, bro! It looks silly.  Seriously.

I am a 49er Faithful – but I am not happy about it.  Basically, this whole thing makes me depressed. It’s football season, but we aren’t having any fun yet. The 49er’s 2016-17 Season has been ruined.

♥  TTFN  ♥

Jodi Lea

 

Permission – Give Yourself Some

I figured something out about myself. I knew it in my brain, long before this week, but I just was not getting it. Until I saw the pattern in my day-timer.

I need to slow down. I need to give myself the permission to slow down.

I spend all day plowing along (as quickly as I can) to get things done ASAP. So I can have some time to devote to myself, my puppy, and my novel. HA!  No matter how quickly, and efficiently I make progress – the day is over before I knew what happened and now it’s time to fix dinner. I’m too tired to get involved with anything else, except getting pajamas on and going to bed.

My Day-timer has a to-do list for today, and one of the items is “bunny faces”. Yesterday was “cut out bunnies”. Now that I have a stack of bodies and ears I want to embroidery their faces before sewing them together. Well actually, between calls to my health insurance company about a claim, digging in the file for hubby’s important papers, planning menus for the week, and designing a flyer hubby can post in town to sell firewood. OH! and don’t forget the spring cleaning I need to finish.

TTD-Waiting

All those “in between” things are not even on my day-timer schedule. I’m going to start making appointments in my day-timer with my novel. I do many other things on my computer, so I need to FOCUS and only work on my neglected book when scheduled. It sounded pretty structured and stressful, until I had an epiphany this morning.

The bottom line is I can’t focus on my writing because of guilt. Or should I say GUILT. It is so obvious and in my face, that I could not see it.  I would not, in good conscience, prioritize writing over other tasks on my schedule. My novel was last on my list of things I needed to do. It wasn’t critical or urgent to work on, like paying bills, grocery shopping and volunteer work is. Right?

NO!  Just because something is important to (only) me, doesn’t mean I’m neglecting my duties when I make time to do it. Writing is my “pursuit of happiness” – much more than a hobby or pastime. To me.

Old Notebooks

So, please excuse my messy house, and leftovers in the fridge. I’ve given myself permission to finish my novel.

Before I am dead.

 

♥  TTFN  ♥

 

Chapter 3 (Through the Door)

We left our heroine (now named Chloë) protesting doctors orders before staying with Travis (a.k.a. “Mr. Perfect”)…  TravisRichardson-BW

Chapter Three

He actually blushed. Was he thinking about sex? She never knew what guys really thought, only that they never thought what she thought they were.

Doc cleared his throat to get their attention. “So… what’s it gonna be?”

Before he could answer, she asked Doc if he could give her a ride to town.

“I don’t think you’re up to the trip, my dear,” Doc said, “its 50 miles of mountain roads to contend with and some are pretty treacherous.”

“I’ll deal with it,” she said. Looking directly at Travis.

“I couldn’t in good conscience let you go,” he said to her. “I know your accident was my fault. And besides, my pants won’t fit you.”

The flash of his dimple was the convincer. Dammit!  She was such a sap. Continue reading “Chapter 3 (Through the Door)”