Meri's Musings

My joy post will be a little on the light side this week. On Monday morning, I woke and, as usual, went up  to my office to check email but found a message that said, more or less, "Your hard drive is toast. Back up your files and find an electronics recycle station." So I went and bought an external drive and clicked on the button to have the computer do a back-up automatically. It failed four separate times. Oh no, I thought, it's if I can't find a way around this obstacle. I'd backed up my document files a while ago, but there was a lot of writing done on my memoir and the manuscript I'm almost finished with called Riding the Divorce Roller Coaster . I breathed deeply and tried not to imagine the worst. I can always write on a I thought, and that brought a smile to my face. But not as big a smile as starting the hours-long process of manually saving  all the stuff on the dying swan of a...

  Isn't autumn just color-icious? Going for a nature walk is a sure way to ignite joy. What sparked the fire of joy in you this week? Notice joy. Cultivate it. Celebrate it. Share it.   1. do a post that tells and shows what gives you joy. 2. capture the URL of the specific post and paste it into  the Mr. Linky box along with your info. 3. Visit other players and let their joy infect you. Leave them a comment because everyone  enJOYS getting positive feedback. Let's keep the epidemic of JOY going!

During this week of lingering sniffles, sneezes, and coughs, I've found JoY in having furry lap blankets and stacks of these. I finished Train Dreams, a novella my book club is reading,  and a couple of other things. What sparked the fire of joy in you this week? Notice joy. Cultivate it. Celebrate it. Share it. 1. do a post that tells and shows what gives you joy. 2. capture the URL of the specific post and paste it into  the Mr. Linky box along with your info. 3. Visit other players and let their joy infect you. Leave them a comment because everyone  enJOYS getting positive feedback. Let's keep the epidemic of JOY going!

A ramble in an antique store always creates joy, because there's so much to look at and exclaim (or laugh) about. Some things inevitably unleash memories. . .  of the time when Cabbage Patch babies  were a hot commodity and you had to put your name on a waiting list and then my uncle, who owned a variety store  in the Pacific Northwest in a pretty much lily white community got a long-awaited shipment of dolls. . . that were African American. Many parents on the waiting list said yes, not worrying about having  black grand-dolls, but he was left with dolls he worried he wouldn't sell. I was working in D.C. then and easily found people in my office who were thrilled to purchase babies by mail. of spending some of my growing-up years living in Washington's "fruit bowl." and memories of reaching deep down into a cookie jar to find a treat.  What sparked the fire of joy in you this wee...