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September Wrap-Up

It's hard to believe today is Sept. 30th. It's been a whirlwind month with me buying a condo and planning a move back to the city. My house sold without me even advertising or putting a sign out front. How much of this experience was fate and how much divine intervention? I'm not sure. But it feels so right. Not only that, the entire endeaor has taken not quite a month.
A friend told me when I make decisions I should ask myself if the decision felt light or heavy. From the very beginning thinking about buying a condo and moving closer to town just felt right. The house and two acres here in the country has been a huge responsibility this summer with grass growing at breakneck speed. Thankfully my daughter Susan and her family have pitched in and cut grass and weeded. Whew. I not only do not like to cut grass but this summer I was unable to cut it. It kept them busy cutting their five acres and my two. Now, problem solved.
I move October 13th. I'm excited and scared. Excited because I'll be so much closer to - well - everything. Shopping, restaurants, my doctors, my church. Old friends. A new writing group.
I've sorted and cleaned files and put my writing world in order. When I do get settled I hope to FINALLY finish the project I've been working on for way too long. MISSING: SWEET BABY JAMES. Then I have at least three novels to finish before I start on anything new. After James is finished I may write some short stories. I miss writing them. Not only are they fun to write but much quicker to finish than a novel. Which with me seems to take a lifetime.
I'm loving the fall weather. The leaves here have changed drastically in the last week. It seems the peak will be here sooner than we expected. I love this time of year when everything feels fresh and new.
How's the weather in your neck of the woods? Here, it's been lovely. A bit of rain today but not enough to spoil the beauty of a fall day in Ohio.
Have a great week. Let me know what's going on with you and yours. Blessings and hugs.


  1. Hi Barbara. I am happy for you! The leaves are changing here, too. The trees are becoming a coloring book filled with bright yellows, earthy oranges and bright reds. I love fall. I just hope we get to enjoy it before winter comes rushing in.

  2. It's wonderful that it has all gone so smoothly for you -- I would suspect divine intervention, too! Here, today, the weather indicates that autumn is arriving -- after a long and glorious summer and autumn. The day started off quite warm and sunny and suddenly around midday it was raining the temperature dropping -- but who can complain when we are now in October!

  3. Thanks you two. I love this time of year when the temps start to cool things off and the trees are all dressed up in their most colorful finest.

  4. You sound light talking about your move. What a great time of year to make a life change like that. I hope you love your new home, and that the move goes smoothly.

  5. When everything flows that smoothly you know it's the right move! Congrats on the new home and I can see you'll be so busy! I can't wait for the novels to be completed....they will be great I'm sure of it! Enjoy this time of year...our weather up North from you has been off and on...cold, cool, wet, dry, and then some! Typical Ohio!

  6. I'm sorry to hear you have been ill. Hope you get well soon. Millie totally NEVER lets me sit down which is good. Right? Except,I can't be a couch potato anymore.

    Take care!!!!

  7. How has your move gone? That's quite a transition but sounds like it was necessary. We own about three acres in PA with tons of mowing. I know someday when we live there again we'll have to sell as well and go someplace where everything is taken care of. Its part of life. :)


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