tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32796724324213023142024-02-19T03:21:34.208-05:00Such is Life WisdomIf you live long enough and pay attention, you learn a few things.
Such is life.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.comBlogger1230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-54281592970808177192013-08-02T15:55:00.005-04:002014-01-16T16:57:59.202-05:00The EndThe time has come to start my new blog to coincide with my new life. I must laugh. Actually it is just changes in my same life! <br />
<a href="http://suseinwilmington.blogspot.com/">http://suseinwilmington.blogspot.com</a> <br />
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Love to all!Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-79045606221879227582013-07-30T13:18:00.001-04:002013-12-01T19:29:38.127-05:00Seafood lunchIn this cute, out of the way restaurant on CB Hwy, Fish Bites. This is the view from my booth. A frosted case of cheesecakes is actually the big blue thing, but I didn't dare take another pic. I ordered something I had to ask how to pronounce, sriracha shrimp. The cute server with the curly hair just brought it so I'm diving in.<br />
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Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-88824518473601363942013-07-29T11:36:00.001-04:002013-11-12T18:29:12.755-05:00From a novelAccording to my thinking, one important thing to do when one moves to a new place is to join the library as I did last week. Being in this temporary setting and without obligations gives me time to get into a good book. So after the trial period to prove my trustworthiness by checking out and returning two, I am over half way through with my next, one that I grabbed off the shelf at closing time because I liked the cover. Sometimes I like the insight and wisdom of writers as they tell about their characters, which I am sure are facts they have discovered about themselves. This quote spoke to the girl/woman I am. "...you are a girl as long as you allow life to happen to you. You become a woman when you start living according to your own instincts, intelligence and desires. You're a woman when you take hold of yourself." From the mind and pen of Natalie Brown in her first novel "Lovebird."Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-65604298774650550672013-07-28T15:33:00.001-04:002013-07-28T21:47:02.277-04:00The First WeekSo far, Wilmington is even better than I imagined. Perhaps next week when the closing of the Greenville house finally takes place, and I pray it will, I will begin my new blog about being back at home in this sunny little Southern city near the Atlantic Ocean. But for today, I will just tell you about returning to the church of my early childhood. It is First Baptist with the tall copper steeple that still reaches to the sky and the ancient doors where we greeted Mr. Gregory before leaving for home at noon. Probably my daddy had something funny to say to him. For decades I have wanted to sit inside that church again, to revisit that part of my life, to see the massive pipe organ, to walk through those doors. I was not disappointed. Although it seemed smaller now that I am bigger, it was not so different from my memory, and I felt gratitude for the ones who maintained its architectural and historical integrity. The first hymn of the morning was the old favorite Holy, Holy, Holy. I thought how the first time I probably ever heard it was right there, sitting between my mommy and daddy, listening to them sing. I was a squirmy child during sermons though, but my daddy wisely kept me quietly occupied by playing with my fingers and letting me twist and tug his. When today's service was over, I waited by the big, dark doors to greet the current pastor, a really nice fellow. I told him how I went there when I was a child, and I felt quite small as the words came out.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-3367921519969539782013-07-23T14:45:00.001-04:002013-07-23T14:45:47.668-04:00Wilmington CupcakesAt Whole Foods. 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Goodbye to much. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDbH2jBwQvgt-zuhPVmh-XQNLw7EFAG6XLWQovwcAEgI6pPZUTxux-MSgfGEWrGz2QBI4-9PCMqW_I2n9A9-eGMBiMMrogf2p7mE6RpT2DVUWPEjU3tWf6cQwcmxGrgRVoaW9FdYgRcw/s640/blogger-image-82011727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDbH2jBwQvgt-zuhPVmh-XQNLw7EFAG6XLWQovwcAEgI6pPZUTxux-MSgfGEWrGz2QBI4-9PCMqW_I2n9A9-eGMBiMMrogf2p7mE6RpT2DVUWPEjU3tWf6cQwcmxGrgRVoaW9FdYgRcw/s640/blogger-image-82011727.jpg"></a></div>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-869121495085654802013-07-15T17:15:00.001-04:002014-10-08T23:48:42.744-04:00MovingThis time next week, Lord willing and the creeks don't rise, I will be a resident of Wilmington. I have been wanting to move there a long time, especially for the last five years, and recently everything has come together nicely. Today only a small percentage of work is yet to be done, and that is up to me. great... After discarding, planning and paring down for so long, I find there is still so much stuff whose fate I must decide. Big, medium and small stuff. In fact it seems that all the stuff has some sentimental attachment and hard to part with. I think I have spent too much effort in laying up for myself treasures on earth.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-57390838893060468372013-07-03T22:57:00.005-04:002013-07-03T22:57:58.368-04:00A quotation for Independence Day<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">from founding father Patrick Henry.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>"The Constitution is not an instrument for the government to restrain the people, it is an instrument for the people to restrain the government, lest it come to dominate our lives and interests."</em></span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-27512570031492880292013-07-01T20:17:00.001-04:002013-07-03T07:30:31.788-04:00On the way to where?My old plug in GPS has seen better days. Apparently somewhere in its life cycle, it was programmed to take me to an end point, home perhaps, but I am not sure where that home is as I have not been the sole owner of this GPS. Every time I enter an address, I hear Gypsy, the female voice ask, "Do you want to go (for example) to 123 Elm Street "via your final destination?" At first I found it creepy. I didn't know the final destination was she referring to. Now when I use it, I am reminded of all the places I want to go before I reach my final destination of Heaven, and yes, whatever I type in will be one of them. When I have reached that place I most recently entered, I hear, "You have reached your via point." I hope to have many more "by way of" places to go before reaching my truly final destination.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-44081646059486971202013-06-30T11:12:00.001-04:002013-06-30T11:12:55.149-04:00Wyatt<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IkN1MyprYpP5w7s7MElbLEaBhLcUk1dP0FBeYMvw5Ev5j9y7bQb_BmLKPPvih8o3X3U-nCdvoIndKMkJw-S0I5KOd1xnYv3mJx1LPIN3S27HLaJp1oLxbx3-bEup-hrlTn2rDXnCXpI/s640/blogger-image--730051492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IkN1MyprYpP5w7s7MElbLEaBhLcUk1dP0FBeYMvw5Ev5j9y7bQb_BmLKPPvih8o3X3U-nCdvoIndKMkJw-S0I5KOd1xnYv3mJx1LPIN3S27HLaJp1oLxbx3-bEup-hrlTn2rDXnCXpI/s640/blogger-image--730051492.jpg"></a></div>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-13724023649291439802013-06-25T21:00:00.001-04:002013-06-26T10:01:11.465-04:00But I want it!Sometimes when I interview young people in the midst of their emotional crises, and I toss out a question about their parents, they will say something like, "They gave me everything I wanted." What could a child want? I ask myself and sometimes them. It must be pretty hard to be a kid of today's media and be bombarded with advertisements. It must be tough to be a kid and taught to believe that your immature, temporary cravings are more important than your parents right to set limits and disciple you. Poor young people. They are just as victimized by getting what they think is their heart's desire as their poorly skilled parents who want to believe they are doing the right thing by giving it. I have come to believe that those two little words "I want" are most damaging to the individual psyche as well as to relationships. But in this "culture of the individual" as I have heard the times of today called, the right to get what we want is a commonly held belief, and childhood is only the beginning. Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-87823753115734592682013-06-23T19:48:00.000-04:002013-06-24T21:28:32.445-04:00VespersWhen I was a child, I went to church because my parents took me with them, and our friends were there. It was always fun and full of joy and laughter. Then I followed the tradition with my children. Now that I am an independent sixty-something, I am motivated to go on my own, but more and more I appreciate church for what it is, a worshipful, sharing fellowship of believers. Maybe because of the laid back feel, a Sunday evening service has always been my favorite, and as I left home tonight for the three minute drive to church, I thought of what a blessing it is to be able to participate in this weekly event that many churches have abandoned. In the evenings, when I was maybe eight to ten and television was still new, my mother and I regularly watched <em>Vespers</em>, a local fifteen minute show presented by a pastor at a large Charlotte church. It opened with organ music of <em>The Church's One Foundation</em>, then Dr. Heaton, seated behind a desk, would speak some wise Biblical words into the camera for his audience. What a fitting way to bring a close to the day.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-61328836711796137892013-06-21T13:29:00.001-04:002013-06-23T19:55:13.152-04:00BoardingAfter a refreshing green tea smoothie from Starbucks in the nice Orlando airport, I am on board a Southwest flight for home. Since we were in the second seating group, I am now in my place and watching the interesting mix of other passengers looking for a seat. Of my two full days, one was spent at a Disney park and the other in bed with food poisoning. Yuck. Good news is that the sickness was short lived. There was still a lot to enjoy. Jess and family were staying at the Floridian, a grand and lovely hotel with amenities to die for that we also were able to enjoy. And it was so much fun to be with the three darling little boys.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-36031569319491632622013-06-19T11:36:00.001-04:002013-06-19T11:36:38.140-04:00Disney Hollywood<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yyBZStyoan5ZXVVAaHc4B9nDaw0O0GYjnrnWZ3AP8C7uJtRCAo2_C3QO7f1NiIMOV3gV2LtEciAsLm9kDee8oAImkOcI65qOm2VPYeA3rLViF-FhDBoCd1frV3og8dG9lfBlP7MYGkk/s640/blogger-image--1581544398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yyBZStyoan5ZXVVAaHc4B9nDaw0O0GYjnrnWZ3AP8C7uJtRCAo2_C3QO7f1NiIMOV3gV2LtEciAsLm9kDee8oAImkOcI65qOm2VPYeA3rLViF-FhDBoCd1frV3og8dG9lfBlP7MYGkk/s640/blogger-image--1581544398.jpg"></a></div>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-77219347599136844252013-06-18T00:04:00.004-04:002013-06-18T00:04:36.973-04:00Almost midnight and almost ready for bed. I have been cat-proofing the house and packing my belongings for this last spring trip. Tomorrow night this time, God willing, we will be in Orlando in a comfy Radisson bed, one day of visiting with Jess and family behind us. Thank goodness for flying and not having to make that one full day drive to Disney again this year. It will be worth the pat down in security and long wait at the gate. Though I haven't learned how to make the most of it, I will have my new NOOK with me to pass the time. It was high time to get an e-reader, so I took advantage of B&N's weekend deal. Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-62929838152608357652013-06-16T22:03:00.000-04:002013-06-16T22:03:54.575-04:00catching upFifteen or so years ago, I was in love with words. I kept pen and paper with me at all times to scribble down any cool ideas to ponder, chains of words that painted a pretty picture, and just random thoughts. It was sort of an intense brain game that I wisely let go. I now allow my words to flutter away like spring butterflies and hope they may pop in for a visit another time. I think I was motivated to put my words out there, to blog, by my fascination with the English language, but I found that it was often hard work to write what my mind wanted to say. Often I ended up with words that took on a life of their own or an oversimplification of a bigger issue. I can't imagine what a novelist goes through as I had a hard time managing my hundred and fifty or so words! Now where was I going with this? To those who love me and check my blog occasionally, I apologize for becoming a lazy writer. And photographer. Not to mention taking the easy way out by using that blogger app. I will try to do better.Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-28788741647082342192013-06-08T15:26:00.001-04:002013-06-08T15:26:43.463-04:00On the Duck Tour in Boston<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRyNtKbKEhl_pLsLv-LNSQw1oZPI-bbMefpSajb1f-Ybov1vZWcaaz5ERDXLGEgzjxiw2K2FXig_ZLtmzyyqoIKHo5LrzKoiMcF2mO1j2U1XpRf0W_lgXf4S0i5TLojC2uD0TfU0G6w8/s640/blogger-image--468428832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRyNtKbKEhl_pLsLv-LNSQw1oZPI-bbMefpSajb1f-Ybov1vZWcaaz5ERDXLGEgzjxiw2K2FXig_ZLtmzyyqoIKHo5LrzKoiMcF2mO1j2U1XpRf0W_lgXf4S0i5TLojC2uD0TfU0G6w8/s640/blogger-image--468428832.jpg"></a></div>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-58154690233001540562013-06-08T11:09:00.001-04:002013-06-08T11:09:59.328-04:00<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8CHSHI7PzhyhaB6gDLtgCp24E35bGE2MRQOQOmte1taEMtq1xabMo-54ffhLmuDvBXamHetf7RwKTXnoW2PoSmuTlUw0HStJg4_vE9iSfQ811-qQGOcnE4iQaZoSOzMp8foH5vWLT0I/s640/blogger-image-343540473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8CHSHI7PzhyhaB6gDLtgCp24E35bGE2MRQOQOmte1taEMtq1xabMo-54ffhLmuDvBXamHetf7RwKTXnoW2PoSmuTlUw0HStJg4_vE9iSfQ811-qQGOcnE4iQaZoSOzMp8foH5vWLT0I/s640/blogger-image-343540473.jpg"></a></div>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-7042834342483949152013-05-28T22:05:00.003-04:002013-05-28T22:08:20.036-04:00George is visiting.I just noticed the red letters on the side of this dollar bill and the words "Track this bill" around the circle on the left. It looked official, and I decided to go to the website and follow the instructions. My job was to say where I got George and describe the condition it is in. Though the bill was placed in circulation in 2006, only four owners have traced its location so far, the furthest from me being Delaware. I suppose it was an interesting thing to do.
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<br />Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-69248090020824847152013-05-24T13:20:00.001-04:002013-05-25T10:40:12.801-04:00Goodbye Pretty Gulf Coast . . . for now. <br />
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Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-6892782974947701102013-05-23T19:02:00.001-04:002013-05-23T19:02:28.457-04:00Be nice<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAN4feoi55BSQIkG_qq8QfBvIGIxJIpiTuSmrfY8e0avZdGVIoVHU8DrxBkVaQHmdDfKCtwFHynQ9FfQ-jXkn3uCbzNZ-xmQUyBMSD0vTD36UnXwRdNE9SXuixQ1th9hsVg5dsbYYBHc/s640/blogger-image-424240632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAN4feoi55BSQIkG_qq8QfBvIGIxJIpiTuSmrfY8e0avZdGVIoVHU8DrxBkVaQHmdDfKCtwFHynQ9FfQ-jXkn3uCbzNZ-xmQUyBMSD0vTD36UnXwRdNE9SXuixQ1th9hsVg5dsbYYBHc/s640/blogger-image-424240632.jpg"></a></div>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-33634795020114296992013-05-21T10:16:00.002-04:002014-10-08T23:49:26.093-04:00vacayThis sunny morning begins the third full day at Santa Rosa Beach. The house we are calling home for the week is a new one in the neighborhood of Watersound West, which is probably built to be more ecologically friendly than a traditional single beach house. The kids have enjoyed the big curvy pool, riding their bikes, and the trips to the beach. Yesterday we all went to Destin and took an evening cruise not too far from shore, but far enough to see dolphins at play. It got off to a rocky start that the captain blamed on a north wind, but most of it was smooth and pleasant. Some pics from the day.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Days are another story. Some pass quickly, but others drag out and seem long.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Either way they contribute equally to our final number of days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Psalm 90:12 tell us to “Teach us to number our days . . . .” For a person who lives to eighty-five, that number would be roughly
thirty-one thousand. That doesn't sound like a whole lot to me. It just makes me aware that I need to spend my time the best I can. Actually counting the days seems to make the days count!<a href="http://www.bonkworld.org/?action=show_content&id=45"> Here is a website</a> to do just that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Our childhoods are pretty much out of our control, but at
some point afterward, we become the ones who determine what we do with those
days. Perhaps accepting each day as a valuable gift and living it out as such leads to the end result, wisdom. "Teach us to number our days" - why? - "that we may gain a heart of wisdom."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But the question remains. Is life short or long?</span>Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279672432421302314.post-55092458142529304742013-05-05T22:05:00.001-04:002013-05-05T22:08:06.798-04:00Flip Flops<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBMcol9Eg78tjFPx6-p77AkF6pvMMHn7V4w37a8mkUJpVwgWKbX-ecZUH7i-nQDRGGRdEGWKrMzSHM9EZG9ploUtlAOssaB2YCP4SY6PVJTuElKt-978TeZ2Ux01HsaWdux7mPhwuhTc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBMcol9Eg78tjFPx6-p77AkF6pvMMHn7V4w37a8mkUJpVwgWKbX-ecZUH7i-nQDRGGRdEGWKrMzSHM9EZG9ploUtlAOssaB2YCP4SY6PVJTuElKt-978TeZ2Ux01HsaWdux7mPhwuhTc/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /></a>There's nothing like a great pair of flipflops. Last year I got a pair at Whole Foods that I have loved because they fit my feet perfectly. Okabashi. I finally found a pair for this year. Yea!Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097446923853769470noreply@blogger.com0