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Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
OK--Breathe In and Out... All is Well Again!!!
I landed enough writing work this weekend to feel good about keeping the other gig, too-- as long as every weekend ends up being as lucrative as this one is. If not, I may get nervous again...but hey...let's not go there mentally. That way lies anxiety and madness.
I'm writing a new book in my rare spare time. I won't finish it before mid-year or toward the end of the year, but it's underway, so I know it'll get done. My publisher has already sais she wants it. (I sent her the first 3200 words.) The working title is, "Settle for Best: Why Settling for Less Sets You Up for..." (disappointment, despair, to lose) or something like that. That's the gist of the whole book. It's about following your bliss and not settling for less in your career or in any other realm. (I learned this lesson the hard way, so I'm an expert on it!)
I'm writing a new book in my rare spare time. I won't finish it before mid-year or toward the end of the year, but it's underway, so I know it'll get done. My publisher has already sais she wants it. (I sent her the first 3200 words.) The working title is, "Settle for Best: Why Settling for Less Sets You Up for..." (disappointment, despair, to lose) or something like that. That's the gist of the whole book. It's about following your bliss and not settling for less in your career or in any other realm. (I learned this lesson the hard way, so I'm an expert on it!)
Saturday, January 28, 2012
YIKES!
Unless something happens real soon, I've made a gigantic blunder!
I accepted a low-paying, part time, customer service gig recently, figuring I could always write and continue to earn the "big bucks" during the balance of my waking hours. As it turns out, unless I'm actively looking for writing projects all the time, I'm missing out, every day, on many of the ones I'd get-- including ones I'm invited to bid on--because I'm not bidding on them right away.
So instead of making additional money--which was the whole idea--I'm making less--a whole lot less!!! This cannot continue, so I may have to bail on the new gig.
As a copywriter, I can make in 45 minutes what it takes me six hours to earn working the new gig, so the choice of which to forego isn't even close. But because I committed to the gig, I'm monitoring the situation for a few more days to see if I get enough writing work for this to make sense. If not... ARGHHH! I'll have to bail. And I'm sad about it because I'm really enjoying the new gig. A lot! I didn't think I would, particularly, but I do. I really don't want to bail but it looks as though it may be necessary...
Live and learn. God really, really, really must want me to stick with writing! I'm sure He'd make this all work to my advantage if He were in accord with it. Unless the new gig leads me miraculously to a new client who wants me to produce copy for them, I don't see this avenue bringing me what I need to keep my head above water, and that's certainly not a good thing! My part of the mortgage is due on Tuesday and I don't have it, let alone the money for health insurance that I'll need in a week or two... Grrrr... This was a BIG mistake, but I'm not wanting to 'fess up and bail out. Sadly, I may have to...
What a fiasco!
Keep me in your prayers. I need 'em! Thank you!
I accepted a low-paying, part time, customer service gig recently, figuring I could always write and continue to earn the "big bucks" during the balance of my waking hours. As it turns out, unless I'm actively looking for writing projects all the time, I'm missing out, every day, on many of the ones I'd get-- including ones I'm invited to bid on--because I'm not bidding on them right away.
So instead of making additional money--which was the whole idea--I'm making less--a whole lot less!!! This cannot continue, so I may have to bail on the new gig.
As a copywriter, I can make in 45 minutes what it takes me six hours to earn working the new gig, so the choice of which to forego isn't even close. But because I committed to the gig, I'm monitoring the situation for a few more days to see if I get enough writing work for this to make sense. If not... ARGHHH! I'll have to bail. And I'm sad about it because I'm really enjoying the new gig. A lot! I didn't think I would, particularly, but I do. I really don't want to bail but it looks as though it may be necessary...
Live and learn. God really, really, really must want me to stick with writing! I'm sure He'd make this all work to my advantage if He were in accord with it. Unless the new gig leads me miraculously to a new client who wants me to produce copy for them, I don't see this avenue bringing me what I need to keep my head above water, and that's certainly not a good thing! My part of the mortgage is due on Tuesday and I don't have it, let alone the money for health insurance that I'll need in a week or two... Grrrr... This was a BIG mistake, but I'm not wanting to 'fess up and bail out. Sadly, I may have to...
What a fiasco!
Keep me in your prayers. I need 'em! Thank you!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Now Reading: Napolean Hill's THINK AND GROW RICH
I'm reading Napoleon Hill's THINK AND GROW RICH. I've read so many self-help books that this one seems to be saying many of the same things.
Of course, that's because this is the granddaddy of all self-help books, written just after the Great Depression; a lot of writers since then have excerpted and paraphrased it.
I'd love to rewrite it in today's vernacular; although accomplished in many ways, Hill was (sorry to say) not a very good writer by today's standards (or else the person who wrote it for him lacked the ability). Perhaps he was considered a good writer back in the day, but today it seems pedantic and dated. The way he wrote slows it down and makes it more tedious than it ought to be.
That said, it's a valuable, valuable treatise about why only some people succeed greatly while hordes of others fail, even though all Americans have access to the same ability to gain great wealth (unless there is something amiss at birth where mental faculties are concerned). I've come to learn, reading it, that the professional (writing) success I've had would have been predicted by Hill--and my financial insecurity, too! It's a great primer on what it takes to succeed in life in all ways, not just financial.
My chief shortcoming is that I've never pursued great wealth (money just hasn't been that important to me unless I've had too little of it and, to me, "too little" is too darned little! I can't tell you how many times I've had under $100 to my name in the past few years!). Hill makes it very clear that unless you pursue financial security (or anything else, for that matter) the way a suitor pursues a prospective mate, you're highly unlikely to ever attain it! I just have to make "earning lotsa money" as pressing a goal as "being a great writer" if I ever want it to happen... and I do... I do.
So I'm nurturing the idea seriously now. It's time. Dont'cha think?
In Other News:
It should come as no surprise: it's snowing here in Tacoma (at long last). What's surprising is that there has been so little snow here for the past several years. This is the first time this year it has stuck to the ground (in fact, I don't recall seeing any this year until now)--and there isn't much of it. I'd call it a dusting where I am...
It was a little dicey getting to church this morning to supervise the nursery. There was more snow then, and our road doesn't get plowed unless there's a lot of it. I avoided the hills by going out another way, but by the time I came back, I was able to travel the hilly way without incident--it was wet and clear until I got back to my road, where it got dicey again.
I'm glad it isn't slated to last, and I'm glad Jackie doesn't have to work tomorrow (MLK Jr Day) so she won't have the worry of chaining up if the temperature drops tonight and we get more snow.
What else? I bought my two geriatric kitties some seriously-expensive food yesterday. They're 15 1/2 and one of them, Archie, was beginning to lose a little conditioning...so I decided to go whole hog and get him a top-of-the-line dry cat food (and a few cans of quality canned food, too) that has no grains whatsoever in it. He wolfed it down for a half hour (off and on) when I got it home, as did Ashley. I've been feeding them grocery store cat food for several years--not the expensive stuff. (You get what you pay for.) I figure they'll be with me a couple more years (God willing) so I'd better spring for the good stuff if I want to be sure I'm meeting their nutritional needs 100%.
Of course, that's because this is the granddaddy of all self-help books, written just after the Great Depression; a lot of writers since then have excerpted and paraphrased it.
I'd love to rewrite it in today's vernacular; although accomplished in many ways, Hill was (sorry to say) not a very good writer by today's standards (or else the person who wrote it for him lacked the ability). Perhaps he was considered a good writer back in the day, but today it seems pedantic and dated. The way he wrote slows it down and makes it more tedious than it ought to be.
That said, it's a valuable, valuable treatise about why only some people succeed greatly while hordes of others fail, even though all Americans have access to the same ability to gain great wealth (unless there is something amiss at birth where mental faculties are concerned). I've come to learn, reading it, that the professional (writing) success I've had would have been predicted by Hill--and my financial insecurity, too! It's a great primer on what it takes to succeed in life in all ways, not just financial.
My chief shortcoming is that I've never pursued great wealth (money just hasn't been that important to me unless I've had too little of it and, to me, "too little" is too darned little! I can't tell you how many times I've had under $100 to my name in the past few years!). Hill makes it very clear that unless you pursue financial security (or anything else, for that matter) the way a suitor pursues a prospective mate, you're highly unlikely to ever attain it! I just have to make "earning lotsa money" as pressing a goal as "being a great writer" if I ever want it to happen... and I do... I do.
So I'm nurturing the idea seriously now. It's time. Dont'cha think?
In Other News:
It should come as no surprise: it's snowing here in Tacoma (at long last). What's surprising is that there has been so little snow here for the past several years. This is the first time this year it has stuck to the ground (in fact, I don't recall seeing any this year until now)--and there isn't much of it. I'd call it a dusting where I am...
It was a little dicey getting to church this morning to supervise the nursery. There was more snow then, and our road doesn't get plowed unless there's a lot of it. I avoided the hills by going out another way, but by the time I came back, I was able to travel the hilly way without incident--it was wet and clear until I got back to my road, where it got dicey again.
I'm glad it isn't slated to last, and I'm glad Jackie doesn't have to work tomorrow (MLK Jr Day) so she won't have the worry of chaining up if the temperature drops tonight and we get more snow.
What else? I bought my two geriatric kitties some seriously-expensive food yesterday. They're 15 1/2 and one of them, Archie, was beginning to lose a little conditioning...so I decided to go whole hog and get him a top-of-the-line dry cat food (and a few cans of quality canned food, too) that has no grains whatsoever in it. He wolfed it down for a half hour (off and on) when I got it home, as did Ashley. I've been feeding them grocery store cat food for several years--not the expensive stuff. (You get what you pay for.) I figure they'll be with me a couple more years (God willing) so I'd better spring for the good stuff if I want to be sure I'm meeting their nutritional needs 100%.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Laverne and Shirley: The Continuing Saga
Today, because it was decent weather, I decided it was a good time to trim the goats' hooves. The problem: Laverne didn't think it was a good time. (She never does.)
When they were kids--25, 30 pounds tops --trimming their hooves was relatively easy; now that they weigh close to 200 pound each, it's still relatively easy...with Shirley! She's an easy-going sweetheart who knows I would never do anything to hurt her. I reckon that's the nature of Boer goats, because she has always been the sweet, easy-going one. She'll tuck her head into my shoulder or neck and let me pet her. When I was putting up the fence this summer, she followed me the whole way, "helping" me by putting her head between my arm and my body so I could pet her every few minutes. It took longer to finish up that way, but it was waaaaayyyy more enjoyable than it would have been otherwise. (I just love an appreciative "apprentice".)
But Laverne is a red goat--I swear she's at least half Kalahari goat, because I saw a photo of a Kalahari goat and she looks exactly like that one; her horns even curl the same way (differently than Shirley's). Laverne is probably at least ten percent heavier than Shirley and half a hand taller. And she has always been the comedienne of the two. She figures out ways to make me laugh every day. But she's a big problem when it comes to hoof trimming.
I can trim Shirley's hooves without putting a leash and collar on her. All I have to do is put apple slices or grain in her bucket and she lets me work on her because, let's face it, hoof trimming doesn't hurt one bit.
But I have to put a collar and leash on Laverne and then tie the leash to a heavy vertical beam because she'll drag me all over hell's half acre if I don't. She's just convinced I am about to amputate her foot at the knee. Even as closely-tied as she is to the beam, she darts and ducks and spins and bolts and rears and crashes to the ground trying to avoid having me pick up her feet. I have to cavort with her in this bucking bronco way for three or four minutes before she decides to let me pick up her feet. Then, when I do, and I finally get her all taken care of she becomes as docile as a newborn lamb. She stands there regarding me with gentle eyes, allows me to pet her and run my fingers through her thick winter coat. It's like she suddenly realizes what Shirley knows from the get-go: Just because I pick up a pair of hoof clippers doesn't mean I have lost my mind and become Jack the Ripper.
Needless to say, by the time I get both goats' feet taken care of, I'm easily as worn out at Laverne is! We both sit there (well, I sit; she stands) looking at each other. I'm laughing; she would, too, if she could.
I sometimes think she isn't half as scared as she's pretending to be. I think she just enjoys giving me a run for my money. She doesn't pant or cry out at all; she just acts "flighty" -- as if I'm a coyote about to eviscerate her, even though she knows I won't.
It's just part of what makes her unique. I don't know if all Kalahari goats share this trait, but I can say that I'm glad I only have to wrestle ONE of my goats to care for their hooves!
When they were kids--25, 30 pounds tops --trimming their hooves was relatively easy; now that they weigh close to 200 pound each, it's still relatively easy...with Shirley! She's an easy-going sweetheart who knows I would never do anything to hurt her. I reckon that's the nature of Boer goats, because she has always been the sweet, easy-going one. She'll tuck her head into my shoulder or neck and let me pet her. When I was putting up the fence this summer, she followed me the whole way, "helping" me by putting her head between my arm and my body so I could pet her every few minutes. It took longer to finish up that way, but it was waaaaayyyy more enjoyable than it would have been otherwise. (I just love an appreciative "apprentice".)
But Laverne is a red goat--I swear she's at least half Kalahari goat, because I saw a photo of a Kalahari goat and she looks exactly like that one; her horns even curl the same way (differently than Shirley's). Laverne is probably at least ten percent heavier than Shirley and half a hand taller. And she has always been the comedienne of the two. She figures out ways to make me laugh every day. But she's a big problem when it comes to hoof trimming.
I can trim Shirley's hooves without putting a leash and collar on her. All I have to do is put apple slices or grain in her bucket and she lets me work on her because, let's face it, hoof trimming doesn't hurt one bit.
But I have to put a collar and leash on Laverne and then tie the leash to a heavy vertical beam because she'll drag me all over hell's half acre if I don't. She's just convinced I am about to amputate her foot at the knee. Even as closely-tied as she is to the beam, she darts and ducks and spins and bolts and rears and crashes to the ground trying to avoid having me pick up her feet. I have to cavort with her in this bucking bronco way for three or four minutes before she decides to let me pick up her feet. Then, when I do, and I finally get her all taken care of she becomes as docile as a newborn lamb. She stands there regarding me with gentle eyes, allows me to pet her and run my fingers through her thick winter coat. It's like she suddenly realizes what Shirley knows from the get-go: Just because I pick up a pair of hoof clippers doesn't mean I have lost my mind and become Jack the Ripper.
Needless to say, by the time I get both goats' feet taken care of, I'm easily as worn out at Laverne is! We both sit there (well, I sit; she stands) looking at each other. I'm laughing; she would, too, if she could.
I sometimes think she isn't half as scared as she's pretending to be. I think she just enjoys giving me a run for my money. She doesn't pant or cry out at all; she just acts "flighty" -- as if I'm a coyote about to eviscerate her, even though she knows I won't.
It's just part of what makes her unique. I don't know if all Kalahari goats share this trait, but I can say that I'm glad I only have to wrestle ONE of my goats to care for their hooves!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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January Update
You'll probably see less of me (here on my blog) for a while, but there's a good reason. I'll still be right here (so email me if you need me!) sitting at my work station, I just won't be blogging much...
I'm going to be multi-tasking like crazy for the next several months. It's all to earn extra money, but eegads--it's going to be a serious challenge!
I'll have my usual church gig two days a week (very part time) and possibly an additional part-time church gig, too (creating marketing copy and fliers for the church's youth group).
I'll be critter-care taking (checking in, petting, and litter box duty) for a nearby friend who's going on vacation.
I'll be working on my usual freelance copywriting gigs.
And I've accepted another part-time, non-copywriting gig that'll take upwards of 14 hours a week through late-April.
With any luck at all, all of this will result in a significant boost in my income.
It's going to be a real juggling act! Of course, my priority is always my main source of income, copywriting. But the work, although steady (I land projects every week), hasn't been heavy enough for me to re-build my emergency fund, so that's why I'm going to extraordinary lengths to find more (virtual) work. (Do you have any good leads for me along these lines?)
Slowly-but-surely, I'm building a copywriting clientele locally (in addition to the work I get via the Internet), but I'm not yet in a position where I can survive (reliably) solely on copywriting income (although I've managed to scrape by, by the grace of God, for four years now 99.999% on copywriting income). I anticipate it will happen this year (2012), but until it does, I'm accepting other virtual opportunities that come my way as long as I'm sure I can do them well while continuing to serve my clients in an exemplary manner.
One new copywriting client found me by doing a search on "copywriter Tacoma." That was a first for me, so I tried it myself and there I was, on the first page of Google "above the line"! That was a nice surprise! I guess I'm just "chatty" enough online, and have enough keywords on my Facebook copywriting page, to get decent Google rankings. WOO HOO!
This past year I've also discovered what DOESN'T work when it comes to advertising. Little Nickel, NOT! Facebook ads, NOT! Adwords, NOT! Craigslist--occasionally. Blogging--yes! Facebook outreach--yes. Writing articles--yes.
I also have a new ad (I posted it here not long ago) on a TV screen at two Forza coffee shops in Lakewood and an ad in a Baby Boomers "aging in place" magazine that I believe will result in additional income. I got both ads at a significant discount, so they're worth the cost ($50/$55) even if they lead me to a single client each. (I expect they'll lead me to more than that!)
I've written two guides to copywriting that I haven't offered to the public yet. I still need to do that to garner additional "passive income." Two--occasionally three--of my books earn some passive income. If I'd do more outreach for them, I'm sure they'd do better! I have to put that on my work schedule!
Which reminds me: The Authors Show (theauthorsshow.com) is re-running my SERVAL SON interview right now. You can also hear it right here to the right of this blog, up top, any time you want.
Here in Tacoma, my nose is to the grindstone right here in my home office, 24/7/365 (when I'm not asleep). Being an enterpreneur isn't for sissies or anxiety-driven souls. It takes guts and waaaaayyy more than a little faith--but it's a terrific way to make a living if you have a service or a product that other people are willing to pay for!!!
If you're looking for work and not finding any, think about what you can do that you LIKE to do that others are willing to pay for, and hang a shingle. The work you get will help you feel better while you wait for the economy to recover--and you MAY find that your new self-employment is "just what the doctor ordered" for the balance of your career.
Where is it written that you HAVE TO put your neck on the chopping block for employers to hack off whenever they feel the "need"? That's just one way to make a living. This country was founded by entrepreneurs who ran their own businesses. Go for it.
Again: it ain't easy, but it's worth it!
I'm going to be multi-tasking like crazy for the next several months. It's all to earn extra money, but eegads--it's going to be a serious challenge!
I'll have my usual church gig two days a week (very part time) and possibly an additional part-time church gig, too (creating marketing copy and fliers for the church's youth group).
I'll be critter-care taking (checking in, petting, and litter box duty) for a nearby friend who's going on vacation.
I'll be working on my usual freelance copywriting gigs.
And I've accepted another part-time, non-copywriting gig that'll take upwards of 14 hours a week through late-April.
With any luck at all, all of this will result in a significant boost in my income.
It's going to be a real juggling act! Of course, my priority is always my main source of income, copywriting. But the work, although steady (I land projects every week), hasn't been heavy enough for me to re-build my emergency fund, so that's why I'm going to extraordinary lengths to find more (virtual) work. (Do you have any good leads for me along these lines?)
Slowly-but-surely, I'm building a copywriting clientele locally (in addition to the work I get via the Internet), but I'm not yet in a position where I can survive (reliably) solely on copywriting income (although I've managed to scrape by, by the grace of God, for four years now 99.999% on copywriting income). I anticipate it will happen this year (2012), but until it does, I'm accepting other virtual opportunities that come my way as long as I'm sure I can do them well while continuing to serve my clients in an exemplary manner.
One new copywriting client found me by doing a search on "copywriter Tacoma." That was a first for me, so I tried it myself and there I was, on the first page of Google "above the line"! That was a nice surprise! I guess I'm just "chatty" enough online, and have enough keywords on my Facebook copywriting page, to get decent Google rankings. WOO HOO!
This past year I've also discovered what DOESN'T work when it comes to advertising. Little Nickel, NOT! Facebook ads, NOT! Adwords, NOT! Craigslist--occasionally. Blogging--yes! Facebook outreach--yes. Writing articles--yes.
I also have a new ad (I posted it here not long ago) on a TV screen at two Forza coffee shops in Lakewood and an ad in a Baby Boomers "aging in place" magazine that I believe will result in additional income. I got both ads at a significant discount, so they're worth the cost ($50/$55) even if they lead me to a single client each. (I expect they'll lead me to more than that!)
I've written two guides to copywriting that I haven't offered to the public yet. I still need to do that to garner additional "passive income." Two--occasionally three--of my books earn some passive income. If I'd do more outreach for them, I'm sure they'd do better! I have to put that on my work schedule!
Which reminds me: The Authors Show (theauthorsshow.com) is re-running my SERVAL SON interview right now. You can also hear it right here to the right of this blog, up top, any time you want.
Here in Tacoma, my nose is to the grindstone right here in my home office, 24/7/365 (when I'm not asleep). Being an enterpreneur isn't for sissies or anxiety-driven souls. It takes guts and waaaaayyy more than a little faith--but it's a terrific way to make a living if you have a service or a product that other people are willing to pay for!!!
If you're looking for work and not finding any, think about what you can do that you LIKE to do that others are willing to pay for, and hang a shingle. The work you get will help you feel better while you wait for the economy to recover--and you MAY find that your new self-employment is "just what the doctor ordered" for the balance of your career.
Where is it written that you HAVE TO put your neck on the chopping block for employers to hack off whenever they feel the "need"? That's just one way to make a living. This country was founded by entrepreneurs who ran their own businesses. Go for it.
Again: it ain't easy, but it's worth it!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
The Face of an Angel... ALPHA ROSSETTI -- Gone 28 Years, Never Forgotten!
ALPHA ROSSETTI:
MORE THAN A SCHOOL TEACHER
(AND I REVERE SCHOOL TEACHERS!!!!!)
For many of you, this is the first sight you have of the woman who first believed in me as a writer. I received this photo today from her daughter, Susan , who has also been a school teacher for many years. (I'm happy to report that the apple didn't fall far from the Alpha tree.)
Of course, for those of you who grew up in Cle Elum during the same time I did (and in the decades before and for a decade or so after), you know, remember and revere Alpha Rossetti every bit as much as I do. She was an institution in our town. Her husband Mike was the mayor of Cle Elum (more than once, as I recall). With only 1600 people in the little burg (at that time), we were scarcely more than a village. Everyone knew everyone.
Ten years after I graduated from high school I went back for a visit. Mrs. Rossetti asked me, then, to call her Alpha, but I was never able to do it. To me, she earned the august title "Mrs. Rossetti". The familiarity of Alpha just never felt right to me. There are some teachers who inhabit their titles. She did.
Susan tells me her mom loved me. I have a feeling she probably loved a lot of her students. But I know she loved me. I absolutely do. She wasn't obvious about it, of course. She wasn't even "obviously" Susan's mom in class! She was a Teacher. Back in those days (the 1960's), Cle Elum High was "old school", scarcely past the knuckle-rapping days of yore. Teachers were Teachers. You didn't mess around. You Respected them. And because we did, we learned a lot. Our school's scholatic rating was always among the highest in the state.
But back to the major thread of this story...
While my dad was telling me to "get my head out of the clouds" and stop being so foolish as to think I would ever make a living as a writer, Mrs. Rossetti was telling me I was an amazing writer and buying me subscriptions to THE WRITER magazine. She did this, I suspect, because one time when she told me I was a very good writer, I asked her, "Teach me how to be better!" She told me that great writing wasn't something she could teach. (I get that, now, but back then I thought any English teacher could be a great writer if they decided to sit down and write: they knew all the rules and had stories to tell. What more did great writing require?)
She told me, "I can't teach you how to be better. I'm not a writer. But I'm a reader--and I know good writing when I see it."
I reckon my request preyed on her mind. Not long after this brief exchange, she handed me a copy of THE WRITER magazine. I have no doubt my eyes flew right out of their sockets!
Then she said, "I've paid for a two year subscription for you." (We were a poor farm family. We could no more have afforded a magazine subscription that only one family member would read than we could fly to the moon.) This was her way of teaching me how to be better--the only way she felt she could reliably!
I practically memorized every issue.
She also loved me enough to set me straight when my teen-age personality begin to segue from sweet to sour. She took me aside one day after class to advise me, not unkindly, "I don't like your new personality."
OMG! OMG! OMG! Red Alert! The very thought of losing Mrs. Rossetti's high regard for me catapulted my racing heart into my throat! I quickly regained my sanity. She never spoke of it again.
There are some people who become so much a part of your heart that you know they're sitting in heaven just waiting for you to beam up. These are the same souls you're half-compelled to go AWOL from life to see again, sooner than God has scheduled your leave-taking.
Alpha Rossetti is one of those. I simply cannot wait to see her again. But alas, I must. Until then, this new photo will sit to the right of my flat screen monitor, smiling at me...
She has been gone 28 years. In 28 years I'll be gone--probably sooner. And that's okay with me. I've got great friends over yonder that I'm missing like crazy. And a Savior I'm aching to embrace.
Cowabunga. It's going to be great!
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