Can You Relate To Trying To Lose Weight?


Today I want to talk a bit about the battle of the bulge, as it were. Right now I am a little frustrated with trying to lose weight.

Since last April I have lost a total of 35 pounds. I did this by cutting what I used to eat in approximately half. I have also been keeping a closer eye on the ingredient labels of the foods I buy.

Having Type 2 Diabetes helps keep me searching for healthier alternatives to what I am used to eating too. I have been diagnosed for almost four years now.

Now, losing weight is helping but I still have another  20 to 25 pounds I want to drop.Here is the rub; I seem to have hit a plateau.

I have been hovering at my present weight for months now. I gain a pound or two and then lose a pound or two.

I am trying something new in order to tip the scales once more in my favor and hopefully get me off this dang plateau. I have stopped taking sugar in my tea.

It was only one teaspoon per mug that I was adding but the way I figure it; it all adds up. My doctor is pleased although he would like to see me cut back on the number of mugs as well.

All I have to say to that is one thing at a time Doc. LOL, I tackled quitting smoking (it has been almost four years since my last cigarette) and now my battle is with weight and food.

Once I have this current battle under some sort of control I will be working on the exercise I need. What was that? You say I should be exercising while I am working on my diet?

My dear friends, I work best changing one thing at a time. Besides that, I get lots of activity in my day. I do household chores and now I have beautiful floors to keep clean.

The color of this flooring shows every errant piece of dust so I am constantly sweeping or swiffering the entire apartment as that is where the dark brown flooring is.

Then there is laundry, dishes, making the bed, plus I have RC vehicles I drive which I am always chasing after to flip back onto their wheels. Just check out my YouTube channel for some videos featuring the RCs.

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On top of all that, we are often at the mall and there is lots of walking. My husband has a fast pace and I hustle to keep up. Let me tell you; it is quite the workout.

So, what I am trying to say is that I do move quite a bit throughout my day. I just don’t do exercises in the traditional sense of the word.

My husband has had similar losses from doing the same sort of thing. He has been cutting back on quantity and switching off to sugar-free pop.

His preferred drink is pop and mine is tea. We are both trying to cut the sugar out. Years ago he switched from sugar laden pop to the diet variety with sucralose instead of aspartame.

I agree, it is only marginally better for him but I will support this choice over aspartame content any day.

We finally have a scale in our house that is accurate. I weighed in at my doctor’s office one day and came home to step on my own scales. They were the same!

I try not to step on the scale too often, maybe once or twice a week, always in the morning, before I put a single sip or bite in my mouth I check where my weight is currently registering.

When I step on the scale I am also in the buff. I want my actual weight without the need to subtract an unknown number for the clothes I happen to be wearing.

Let me clarify, I am not trying to lose weight out of some need to conform to societies twisted standards of what is considered beautiful. I am losing the weight for my health.

My diagnosis of Type 2 Diabetes was a wake-up call for me. That was the day the truth really sank in and I knew I could no longer live as carelessly as I had been up to that point.


The first thing my doctor told me was that smoking was really bad for me, especially now, because diabetes plays havoc with the blood vessels and so does smoking.

So, that was the first step I tackled on my journey to better health. I used the prescription called Champix or Chantix depending on the country you live in.

Oh, how I wish there was a prescription I could take to lose weight. I am really good at taking my medications. I am not so great at choosing foods or portions of food.

I am trying, though, and life is a live and learn situation after all. Unless I am mistaken none of us has a users manual with complete instructions on what to do and how.

I must be doing something right somewhere along the line or the 35 pounds would not have gone the way it did.

Lucky for me I am still on oral medication for diabetes. The drug is called metformin but I am on the highest dose I can take.

I was informed and have since done a lot of research to confirm, that diabetes is a chronic, progressive (gradually worsening) disease.

My pancreas still produces insulin to deal with sugar levels in my blood however my body has gone into what they term as insulin resistance.

The insulin does not work the way it should to move the sugar from my blood into the cells where it can be used for energy.

My doctor tells me that in an effort to get the sugar out of my blood my pancreas will go into overdrive and become exhausted.

There are other medications to try in various combinations but eventually I may need to inject insulin.This is why I am now desperate to get control of my weight and help my body do it’s job as best I can.

Sorry for the side track and mini lesson on Type 2 Diabetes but it does explain my quest for lower numbers on that scale sitting in my bathroom.


Do you have any tips or tricks to losing weight? Would you please share them with me in the comment section? Thank you in advance for any and all help you can provide. 🙂

I appreciate you stopping by my blog to read my thoughts once again my friends. Have a wonderful day/night wherever you are when you are reading this. 🙂







Something Amazing Happened


I don’t know how I have not seen anything like this before in my fifty-four years but today I saw a murder of crows. They took over our neighbor’s front lawn and a little bit of ours.

Nature is weird; when animals of any great quantity congregate and act as if of one mind it kind of freaks me out a little.

Let me share what I learned with you because I find this fascinating and you may too. The term ‘murder of crows’ is a mystery lost to us since it’s inception in the 15th century.

It may have to do with superstitions of the time when violent death was associated to the crow or their signature harsh raucus cries.

It may have to do with the fact that they are black which is the traditional color, or rather lack of color, prominent at funerals.

There is also a story the Blackfoot tribe passes on through the generations of how the crow came to be black. I will paraphrase that story here.

They say that at one time it was the most colorful of birds and all other birds were black. One by one the other species of birds came to the crow and asked to be a beautiful color.

As the crow gave away one color after another to the birds that asked all color was eventually given away and we are left with the black bird we see today. 

Today, I saw my neighbor’s front lawn jam packed with crows; en masse. Earlier this morning my husband heard a large number of crows and sent a drone up to take video of them.

He was unable to find the field they were in at the time and came away with a nice video of fields but not a bird in sight.

However, this afternoon while he was  busy elsewhere on the property I saw the crows swarm onto our neighbor’s lawn.

I managed to grab my iPhone and take this video which I then published on my YouTube channel. Sorry for the lack of clarity at times but it was the only camera I had on me at the time.

I did not want to go in the house and chance the opening of the door would cause me to lose the opportunity to capture this jaw dropping spectacle.

They were not there one minute and I barely blinked my eyes and there were hundreds of them. This is what I meant when I said nature is weird.

Nature is able to go from nothing to everything in literally the blink of an eye! They disappeared just as quickly.

There are lots of references to this term on the internet and a lot of fighting for one side of the discussion or the other I am afraid.

People cannot seem to agree on how this term was coined and why a flock of crows was named this way. Many theories abound, though.

Many view the appearance of crows as an omen of death because ravens and crows are scavengers and are generally associated with dead bodies, battlefields, and cemeteries.

They’re thought to circle in large numbers above sites where animals or people are expected to soon die.

I have personally seen many crows, over the years, by the side of or in the middle of the road picking at the carcasses of animals killed by passing vehicles.

But the term “murder of crows” mostly reflects a time when groupings of many animals had colorful and poetic names.

For instance, there is a folk tale that crows will gather and decide the capital fate of another crow.

I encourage you to Google “murder of crows” for yourself and learn about all the various reasons for naming a flock of crows as such.

There are some Audobon members comments that I ran across online that were annoyed, that is their wording, that people still refer to a flock of crows as a murder of crows.

Really, there was and I have no idea why they would get so upset over someonelse’s terminology.

In my life when I find myself curious about things that happen to me or that I come across, like a massive flock of crows I want to do some research to better understand.

For example; did you know there was a film called A Murder Of Crows made in 1999, or a play of the same name written in 1992 by Mac Wellman, and a studio album of the same name made in 2003 by Deadsoul Tribe?

The way I think of it is learning is a lifelong journey and given that I have the internet and a local library with books I might as well learn about this phenomenon now that I have witnessed it for myself.

Thanks for once again stopping by my blog to see what is new and happening in my world. Have you ever seen anything like this? I would love to hear about it in the comment section if you have.

I am also happy to hear anything you have to say, question or comment, so please feel free to leave a note in the comment section too.




Now, this is Heaven!



Hi, welcome back to my blog. Today’s post was inspired by…you guessed it, 365 Days of Writing Prompts. =)

Writing Room

A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

Thank you so very much, Genie. I have always wanted a room like this and you have just given me a little piece of heaven here on earth.

I am going to spend many, many hours in here reading and writing to my heart’s content. Trust me Genie; my heart is now content.

I love the way you made this room look; I told you what I wanted but you managed to make it even better than I imagined.

The paint on the walls and the ceiling is a wonderful shade of blue; really solid and not hard on the eyes at all. I love this shade of blue genie…it is perfect and makes me feel so relaxed. This is the color of a beautiful summer sky.

Oh, look! The trim around the doorways and that big picture window is white just like the clouds. I love how the window looks out across the country field.  

I see there is a beautiful reading nook over there in the corner where I can curl up on the faded denim covered mattress with a book. All those pillows make it so inviting.

It is a perfect combination for me; if I feel sleepy while reading I can place my bookmark and just close my eyes. You’ve remembered how fond I am of reading before sleep.

Thank you for building in a light above that relaxing spot so my eyes don’t get tired too quickly.

I especially like all the plush tapestry covered pillows you put in there too; it looks so comfortable. They are thick and fluffy making me want to lean back and relax.

That is ingenious (pardon my play on words at your expense Genie) having the bookshelves run all the way up to either side of my cozy little nook.

Oh my, the shelves are made out of beautiful oak; I can see the vibrant grain pattern in the wood too.

My books will always be handy to grab and so easy to put away when I am done with them. All of my books are awaiting me on the shelves, I see, and it was so nice of you to organize them alphabetically too.

The floor is covered with a green shag rug that reminds me so much of the grass just outside my window. It is even the same shade as the grass out there.

Even when the snow piles up in drifts out there I have the heavenly days of summer in here. I will have to remind myself I do not ever need to cut this grass.

Thanks, for the gorgeous cream-colored marble fireplace with oak shelf, that matches my bookshelves, down there at the end of the room.

The big comfy tub chair in front of it  and the blue Hume tartan throw are beckoning me to come snuggle up. I will never be cold in here.

There is lots of space for my writing in this room too. The glass desk by the window is big enough to fit my all in one computer, keyboard, and mouse on it.

That was an excellent choice making the desk out of glass. It just about disappears in the room instead of dominating it. I feel like I am sitting in a field writing; what a freeing feeling.

How clever you are Genie, I see you have wired the lamp on my desk right into the house wiring down there on the floor by the table leg. That is brilliant; no cords to trip over!

The chair you have paired with the table is a perfect choice as well; very comfortable and yet sturdy. Very funny Genie, I know you couldn’t make the chair out of glass too.

Aww, I appreciate that coaster for my tea mug you placed beside the keyboard for me. Genie, you think of every small detail even when it comes to things I have forgotten to ask for. You are so good to me.

You know how I enjoy not only blogging but working on my manuscript as well. I am not sure a publisher will ever deem it worthy of publication.

I can’t help it Genie; this book is waiting inside and my soul demands it  be written down. This autobiography of mine will be hard to classify, though; should it be shelved with the fiction or non-fiction?

Oh, you don’t understand what I mean? Wait until you read it Genie, just wait…you’ll see. Some of my experiences people will think I made up but I can assure you I did not.

Tall torchiere lamps have taken up their sentry duty in each corner of the room to provide indirect light that will give the room a warm glow rather than harsh lighting.

I really like the elegant brass lamps at my table, by my tub chair, and over my reading nook as well. My eyes thank you as they won’t have to strain to see when I am reading or writing.

Bravo Genie, you have outdone yourself making this room a reality for me. I am so happy here and can’t wait to get started exploring each small detail, then, I really must get down to work.











Tears By The Lake


Another prompt from 365 Days Of Writing Prompts inspired today’s post. I find these much more fascinating than the current daily one word prompts.

Ode to a playground : A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

There was a very special place  when I was growing up. I went there when I was upset or just needed to get away and think. I have always been drawn to water; it calms my soul.

This place, my hideaway, was on the shore of Lake Ontario located about two kilometers down the dirt road from our house in the country. I used to walk there and back whenever I needed to.

Sadly, it is gone now. I am beyond heartbroken to tell you that the boulder that I used to sit on has been shattered and spread across a huge area.

I have no idea what happened to it; I am still in shock. I used to sit on that boulder with my knees drawn up to my chin and my arms around them while I rocked and cried.

No longer is it my safe haven, no longer can I go and claim my private perch on the boulder feeling the sun’s warmth radiate from the black granite. A place I could call my own.

If I closed my eyes I could almost picture it hugging and soothing me. It was my friend when I had none of the human variety. It listened to my woes without judgment or interruption.

Though my eyes were often full of tears down there and my vision blurry as a result I could hear the water lapping at the shore. I could hear the seagulls cry as they searched for food scraps.

The warm breeze gently blew through my hair; such was the backdrop of my solitary thinking rock. There was peace and serenity in that place and oh how I used to savor it.

The long walk down that road was calming in itself; they do say exercise is helpful for battling depression. At the end of the road, there was a narrow footpath through the tall grass that leads down to the lake.

To the right of the footpath was a local radio relay station. No one was on staff there it was simply a bank of six buildings with long metal structures reaching up into the sky.

Along the length of these metal, structures were the satellite dishes at various different levels and directions that broadcast the signal for miles and miles. At the very tops of them were red flashing lights to alert planes that they were there.

Going along the footpath through the long grass often made me feel like I was entering a sacred place. The long grass was keeping the lonely, painful world separate and away from my precious oasis.

The rest of the beach was strewn with driftwood and smaller rocks with weeds, poking out here and there, at the edge of the sand. If the day was hot there was sometimes a green scum that would chase the waves to the shore.

Even now, if I close my eyes I can still picture it in my mind. I can see it and hear the waves and the birds. Stepping onto the beach from the footpath the first thing you could see was that massive boulder just off to your left.

I would emerge back through the long grass after spending an hour, perhaps longer, there feeling renewed and at peace. It was as if the water had washed away my stress and cares.

Right now I live so far away from where my lakeside boulder was. I am much, much older now as well but knowing that my beloved place of respite is gone grieves me to my core.

It no longer exists so there will be no nostalgic trips there to once again feel the heat radiating from the boulder. It is gone as is the footpath that leads to it.

The photos in the newspaper showed the whole area fenced off. There is an expanse of that yellow plastic caution tape wrapped around a hastily erected fence of thin boards.

There was no explanation in the paper of what happened; what or who destroyed it and put the beach off limits. The article only noted that police are warning the public to stay clear of the area while they investigate.

Farewell boulder, farewell footpath, and beach. Thankfully you were there when I needed you. I don’t think there will ever be a place like that for me again. 😥





Do I dare pick up this book?



Today’s post is another one from the 365 Writing Prompts but not about music. LOL, I thought I would give you a break on that subject. 🙂

This is your life

If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.

Hmm, this is something I would really need to think about before picking up that book. How thick do you think your book would be? That alone would give you a clue as to the contents.

The question says the book contains all that has happened in your life but there’s no big deal there since we have lived through that stuff already. Most of us can remember what has happened.

The next bit of the sentence says the book also contains all that will ever happen in your life and that is a bit scarier. Think about that for a few minutes…would you really want to know?

Reading the book would take all the unexpected problems and dangers and expose them while there is still time to change things so as to prevent or lessen the impact on your life, perhaps even save your life.

But, all that will ever happen in your life also includes the pleasant surprises and special moments with loved ones. That would take some of the fun and enjoyment out of life if you knew what would be happening, don’t you think?

To me, this suggests you might as well read the last page of books or listen to someone describe a movie before you get a chance to see it for yourself. This would be a spoiler for your life!

The prompt goes on to say that if you do choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover. That means you can’t flip through and sample different chapters at key times in your life to get a sneak peak at what is coming up.

You also would not be able to skip to the end and find out when and how you are going to die without knowing all that came before it. That would be good, though, because what we go through changes how we deal with everything afterward.

In other words, you would not react to  how you die the same way knowing nothing about what lead up to it compared to being able to understand the sequence of events that brings you to when and how you die.

To make that a little clearer let’s consider an example. Okay, you are going to die of cancer. Being informed of that news, BAM smacks you right between the eyes. No warning. No preparation.

However, reading about getting sick, then being diagnosed and having the chance to choose whether to try and fight it gives you a chance to adjust and work through the emotions that come with a diagnosis like that.

I don’t like spoilers, well, except for soap operas. LOL, I don’t want anyone telling me all about a movie or a book before I have seen or read it for myself.

As tempting as it would be to learn what is ahead for me, I think reading this book cover to cover would make living it all afterward exceptionally boring.

No more surprises, no more wondering if you were going to get that promotion at work or if she would say “Yes” when you asked her to marry you. It would also tell you how many children you have and what their names will be.

The book would also tell you when your parents or friends will die and the funerals you go to. Imagine carrying around that knowledge; do you tell them? Would they want to know?

It would call into question the whole “free will” subject too. We, as human beings, are supposed to possess free will to make choices and do as we please but if that is true then how is the book able to tell us what will happen in the future?

After reading the book you would probably make different choices to avoid the bad stuff from happening or to improve the chance of good stuff happening…but then, wouldn’t that change the book?

LOL, I am so confused but after thinking about this whole idea of such a book existing for each and every one of us. I think I have made up my mind on the matter.

So, I think in the end I would NOT want to read this book. I am curious, though…what are your thoughts? Would you want to read the book about you, for your life?





Music: The soundtrack to my life.




Today’s post is another one involving music from The 365 Writing Prompts. You can find them here -> 365 Writing Prompts (downloadable) by The Editors here at

Musical:  What role does music play in your life?

My short answer to that question is that music plays a major role in my life. In my previous post, I shared that I used to play clarinet and flute in high school.

I have tried to play guitar and am now going to tackle learning the mandolin. That is my passion now, as you can easily see when reading my last post.

Aside from playing an instrument I really enjoy listening to music. It speaks to my soul and helps me relax or think about problems.

Music also makes me happy and sometimes it makes me cry. It touches me and moves me; that is what makes a song great.

I have a CD/Cassette Tape/AM-FM Radio tucked into the corner of my kitchen counter. Before I start doing dishes or cooking a meal I either turn the radio or the CD on.

It makes those daily repetitive chores pass by faster and more pleasantly. Quite often I find myself singing along…maybe off key (lol) but it makes me happy.

Then we have the CD/Radio deck in our car. We tend to put on music when we are in the car; we call it traveling music only turning it down when going through a Tim Horton’s drive-thru.

Okay, next place I really enjoy music is at church. We have live musicians at the front of the stage and words are put on a huge drop-down screen to remind us so we can sing along.

I do prefer the more contemporary songs in church as I can relate to them more and the beat and rhythm are more to my liking. There are some hymns we sing too, a lot of our congregation is made up of elderly people, and they like what they are used to.

I have a couple of huge folders of music on my computer that I have collected on CDs over the years and converted to mp3s so I don’t have to keep a stack of CDs on my desk or feed the CD/DVD reader-writer one after the other.

The music is sorted into the folders titled worldly music and Christian music. My taste in music is varied and I do have some favorite artists but I find they change over time.

The genres of music I tend to gravitate to are; the current hits playing on the radio, contemporary Christian songs,  I used to like country music although that doesn’t appeal to me now. The songs I listen to tend to change depending on what is going on in my life at the moment.

I don’t care for the grunge sound or head banger type of music. I don’t like a singer screaming into the microphone. I need to be able to hear the lyrics clearly and they have to mean something to me.

Songs don’t need to be ballads necessarily with a story behind the words but they have to make sense and resonate with me in some way.

I find music helps either rev up my energy level to power through household chores or helps me calm my thoughts and emotions so I can wind down for the day. Music is integral to my very being.

When I hear a song I immediately know whether I like it or not, as far as I am concerned music is not like food, there is no acquiring a taste for music types. Either you like it or you don’t.

For example, you can not force yourself to listen to opera music hoping to eventually like it. That sounds like sheer torture if it is not interesting to you right off the bat.

It is not like liver, it does not matter how you cook it…that is not the key to liking it. I don’t like liver by the way. LOL 😉

Please keep in mind that all of what I have written here is my personal opinions. If you like opera music that is great – I am glad you enjoy it. As for me, I am not interested in opera in the least.

What kind of music do you like to listen to? When do you listen to songs? Do you play an instrument?

All these questions are flooding through my mind right now. Would you do me a favor? Leave me a comment letting me know what role music plays in your life.

Thanks, folks, I appreciate everyone who stops by my blog to read what is on my mind. Wishing you a wonderful day/night whatever it is where you are reading this right now. 🙂











I want this so bad it hurts.


Today’s post comes from the inspiration provided by one of the 365 days of prompts from The Editors here at  You can find them here: 365 Days Of Writing Prompts

Practice makes perfect Tell us about a talent you’d love to have…but don’t.

Okay, from my post on August 28th I think you can guess what talent I would love to have…but don’t (yet). That’s right, I want to be able to play the mandolin.

First, great news to report since my last post about this Fender Mandolin Pack I looked at in Music City. I have since put 20% down on it and it is officially on layaway. I have 90 days to pay it off and bring it home. That could be putting so much a month on it or wait until the 90th day and just pay it off to bring it home, or any way I like as long as it is paid for by or on the 90th day. 🙂

Once I get that mandolin home out of the layaway at Music City I will begin. I know sore fingers are in my future. I will endure and persevere.

The title of this post is no exaggeration either folks. I can feel the need to learn this instrument deep inside. I dream about playing and even have a picture of it on my computer desktop.

I have played instruments in my past. When I was in high school I played the clarinet. I love music and need it in my life.

My music teacher, Mrs. Sullivan, was so impressed by my music theory marks that she gave me the option to pick another instrument after the clarinet and I chose the flute.

Those are both wind instruments though and after years of smoking my asthma is much worse now than it was then. I have tried to learn guitar since high school but failed miserably.

I don’t think I was motivated enough…I didn’t want it bad enough. So I started off fine but soon stopped practicing as often, then stopped altogether.

This frustrated my husband who was the one who bought the guitar for me and was teaching me chords and techniques. He plays both acoustic and electric guitar and just could not understand my lack of devotion.

I would have thought he, of all people, would understand because he had to push through long enough to make it a habit and master how to play. Then again maybe for him, the guitar was to him what the mandolin is for me.

It was his musical instrument of choice; something he felt compelled to play. Perhaps it is just his personality that makes it easy for him to set his sights on a goal and never let up until he achieves it.

I want that so badly…to be that kind of person.

I have already set out the reasons why I think I will stay focussed this time in my other post (the one from August 28th –> Something exciting I am planning… opens in a new window).

Most of all I want to achieve this goal so that I have something to play along with when my husband plays guitar. I also need to redeem myself in his eyes from the whole guitar fiasco so he can be proud of me.

Never have I had this level of determination, this drive, to learn an instrument. Even in high school, it was mandatory for the course to play something. Besides, I had a teacher on my case every school day in the fourth period.

Here at home, it is up to me to keep picking that mandolin up; even though my fingers are killing me, even though I am tired and can’t be bothered, even though I need to cook dinner.

You are all going to be witness to my determination this time. I will probably bore you to tears whining about my fingers or complaining that I can’t  quite get the rhythm down. LOL

Please be patient with me while I develop the discipline to persevere day after day to master the mandolin. I do appreciate all your support when it comes to my blog.

I am almost at the four-year mark since quitting smoking. As of December 17, 2016, it will be four years! If I can do that…I CAN LEARN MANDOLIN. lol 🙂

In this Fender FM100 Mandolin Pack, even a book is included to begin learning with, the chords and even a few songs to learn to play. Plus there are lots of lessons for free on the net.

There is absolutely NO excuse for me not to succeed this time. Once I post that the mandolin is out of layaway and here with me, I give you guys permission to ask me about playing in the comments of any of my posts thereafter.

I want you to keep me accountable. That will help, really! 🙂


This is what comes in the box but this is not the same color.

I will be making a YouTube video for my channel when I bring it home so you will be able to see it in real life and not just in pictures like these.

Can you tell I am excited? LOL, I am one of those people (the ones when they start going on and on about a topic you just wish they would shut up). I am sorry but I can’t help it. 😦

It was a wise decision to put some money down on the one at Music City. I had my eye on a couple of used mandolins on our local Kijiji website and contacted the sellers. The first one failed to get back to me and then the ad disappeared.

The second seller took a day to respond and long story short after a lot of back and forth texting they said they are out of town until next week. They were also really shifty about the price they were asking too.

Hubby and I agreed…there are reasons why I was not meant to get either of those. That is how we look at these things now; if it is meant to be it will happen. If there are problems then we are not meant to have that particular item.

It may be damaged or about to break, it may be overpriced or just a bad deal altogether. There is always a reason it doesn’t work out.

All right, I will sign off for now and go surf the net for websites to bookmark that has anything to do with the mandolin; lessons, pictures, videos of people playing…you get the idea. 😉

Thank you for reading this far and letting me go on and on about this subject – you guys are awesome. 🙂 Have a wonderful day/night and I will talk to you on my next post.