Each year I decide on a topic for the blogs I write. Sometimes I get off the beaten track, but this year the pathway is clear. “Expect the Unexpected” is what I’ve chosen. For some time, I’ve wanted a tag line for my writing and since I write more than one genre, this seemed like a good tag line and topic for this year’s blogs.
With the pandemic and all that has come with it in 2020, the tag line could mean a lot of things in 2021, but I think it stands for hope – the hope that the world will not go back to normal but will go on to better things. Maybe mankind has learned a few things and maybe we will try harder to take care of ourselves and each other.
So, to begin the year let’s Expect the Unexpected and learn to live kindlier. Max Ehrmann said it best in 1927 when he wrote a poem about living a good life.
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
— Max Ehrmann, 1927
What unexpected things are you doing this week?
I walked in the door at Lowes near the garden area and it caught me by surprise – cinnamon. Not the common fertilizer and weed killer smells. It smelled like Christmas. It took a while to find where they hid it. The scent was somewhere in the store. And I followed my nose. Up high above my head, I found them. Cinnamon pinecones. The scent of Christmas. I had to have those – later – closer to Christmas. If they were still there. I love the scent of cinnamon no matter the time of year, probably because it reminds me of my mother’s snickerdoodle cookies and Christmas as a child.
It’s 12 days until Christmas (I think there’s a song about that) and we have snow here on the Great Plains! If you’re from up north, you would laugh at our little snow, but it can shut us down. At least me. 
Perseverance is a word that best describes the petunias that came up in my garden this year. Several appeared voluntarily from the ones I planted last year. Seeds I didn’t’ realize were in the soil. I never went to the greenhouse. I was surprised to see them and decided to transplant them into pots that were strewn around the garden to protect them – then more appeared.
Ian’s Magic has been a long time coming. The middle-grade chapter book was one of the first things I wrote and has been through many changes. But in February it will be available for purchase. In fact, you can pre-order it to your Kindle now at
It’s Thanksgiving week! There will be turkey, stuffing, pies and lots of overeating. I will join in those festivities, but Thanksgiving will be different this year. Fewer people are traveling and that is a good thing physically, maybe not emotionally.
If you’ve ever lived with a sweetgum tree, you will understand. Last year was the worst. We’ve lived in this house for 24 years and the house was built in 1980. I can only assume the tree is 40 years old since it was probably planted when the house was first occupied.
Once again it comes in groups. And I’m not griping. Expect the unexpected.
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