Mary Beth Writes

This morning I finished a story I’ve been working on since May! I submitted it to an intimidating place that won’t accept it … but they say life happens where you show up, right? I got my money’s worth out of my morning.

Here are some other places where I showed up lately -- where others had showed up before me:

wooden disks for sale at Menards

Wooden disks for sale at Menards. Aren’t they beautiful?

Purple car

I make my morning oatmeal out of whatever looks likely and needs to be eaten. Which is how last week I glanced down and said to myself, “I bet I am the only person in America this morning who is eating sweet potato grape oatmeal.” 

I bet the guy who owns this car feels the same. 

wild shoes

 Wandered through St. Vincent’s. The person who originally bought these shoes showed up in her life!

little guys

These guys were in a bag marked $2, but I used my discount and got them for $1.84.  They are attending church with me Oct 29, when I preach the sermon as well as a “story for all ages” time.  I’ll use them in the kid part, but I bet adult would enjoy finger puppet action in any average sermon. Will have to think about that.

leaves at my feet

 I like October. Something about me that is NOT unique.

wet walk

When I started this walk, it wasn’t raining. When I was two miles from home, it started to pour. I was wearing a baseball hat; brim of the hat kept rain off my glasses and face. My thrifted jacket proved to be (lo and behold!) waterproof. Walking back home in the rain was comfortable. I swear I thought for twenty minutes about how life is not yes or no, good or bad, possible or impossible – but just – do you have the tools you need?  While I was walking, this seemed very deep. Not so sure now.

The Morning Glory who showed up and gave its blue to the sky.

morning glory

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

I love this -- all of it. The car the oatmeal, and how life is not yes or no.

Sweet potato grape oatmeal. (Clenching my teeth - ha). Love the shoes - well, not for me. Finger puppets, very cute. I have a sign above the bed in Girl Heaven - “ Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning how to dance in the rain”. Kind of says it all, doesn’t it Excellent. Enjoyed this!

Loved the Morning Glories and the discs! A productive walk.

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Why is it so hard to keep a poor Black man who has committed NO crime out of jail?

(Our Brother’s back story is here:  https://www.marybethdanielson.com/content/what-happens-personal-finances-when-one-grows-poor-and-black-america )

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Our Brother is not in jail. This has been a challenge for him, for the people he loves, and for those of us who try to help and support him. Keeping O.B. out of jail is a modern-day Pilgrim’s Progress.

“Oh,” you ask. “Did he commit a crime?”

Love, two days later.

As some of you know it was an unromantically large number of years ago when Len gave me flowers. (The story is here.) 

The next morning, he drove me home on his way to work (read the first article if you have forgotten how why I spent the night at his house and in his bed…)

He ignored me for a day while I rested and recuperated in my apartment.

#UTLAStrong!

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I’m amazed at critics who think that those of us who love Jane Austen are not-quite-evolved humans; how can we love a book about a girl in a big dress catching her man?

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