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It’s Not All About Me

It’s been a rough two weeks, well almost two weeks. And towards the end of these two weeks I was reminded to put others first, more specifically I was reminded to put my husband first.

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So for the last two weeks as I already mentioned things have been crazy in my house. My husband has been working on a project at work, which basically has him working almost 24/7. This has led me to be by myself for that time. It hasn’t been fun I might add. In all honesty it’s made me feel lonely. And it doesn’t help when the kids say “when is dad going to be home” or when I realize that we are eating supper without him.

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Then on, I don’t know, maybe Tuesday I noticed my husband was looking seriously depressed and was super concerned about this project he was working on. He kissed me goodbye that morning and I told him he is good at what he does and he would get it done. He was thankful for that. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized I needed to stop thinking about myself being lonely and I needed to start supporting my husband.

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That day I prayed for him constantly. I sent him a bunch of text messages reminding him of how good he is at what he does and to let God do the rest. I prayed that God would help my husbands eyes to see what they needed to see and for his fingers to type what they needed to type. I sent him Bible verses that I knew would be helpful. I got down on my knees for him and prayed. The more I did this and forgot about me the better my day went, the better my husbands day went. It was a win win situation.

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He ended up having a good day at work that day and was feeling positive about himself. While he did all that I had a pretty good day myself at home doing what needed to be done and I got two book sales to top it all off. Now if I could just remember more often to pray for my husband and encourage him more, his day and my day will be so much better.

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

There Was a Rabbit in My Tub

There was a rabbit in my tub! Yes, you read that right, I said there was a rabbit in my tub. You might be thinking why did she have a rabbit in her tub? Doesn’t she know that’s no place for a rabbit? Yeah, I know, but what I didn’t tell you is, this happened when I was somewhere between the age of 5-10.

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So this is what happened. I was looking out my window and I saw a brown rabbit. That reminded me of a memory from my childhood which I told my daughter about. After explaining to her about the white rabbit and our tub I thought it would make a cute blog and she agreed so here we go.

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When I was little, like I said above, somewhere between the ages of 5-10 my dad, worked for the sanitation department in Manhattan. One day he found a white rabbit hopping around. How this rabbit got into the sanitation department in Manhattan is beyond me, but it did. My dad brought that rabbit home. How I don’t know, my guess is in a box. I do remember being so surprised.

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That rabbit stayed in our bath tub. Yep, you read that right again, he stayed in our bathtub. How did we take a shower? This is going to sound odd, but for some reason the bathroom in that apartment had a bathtub along with a separate shower stall. So while it stayed in the tub we took our showers. I do remember one day my dad took the rabbit out of the tub and put it on our couch for us to look at and pet. The next thing you know I see little black things that looked like black olive pits. Yep, the rabbit pooped on our couch! My dad quickly picked up the rabbit and put it back in the tub while my mom cleaned up the rabbit poop.

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I don’t remember how long we actually kept the rabbit for. I do remember my parents finally telling me we had to give it away. We knew a family that lived in one of those big homes near Greenwood Cememtery. My guess is the husband was one of the grounds caretakers. Anyway we gave them fluffy, (that’s what I named the rabbit because of it’s fluffy white tail) to this family to take care of. They had lots of out door space for this rabbit to hop around and it was better and healthier for us to not have it in our tub.

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I remember being told we could go visit it whenever I wanted to which I thought was a fair deal. Only problem with that is when I asked my parents kept telling me no not today. When I finally asked why they weren’t keeping their end of the deal they told me fluffy died. Boy was that crushing news! So I never got to see that rabbit again, but it certainly is a memory that I can share with my kids, grandkids and now you know.

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

Why is Eating Healthy Expensive

I love fruit! To be more exact I love fresh fruit however I find fresh fruit to be rather expensive. But before I move forward with this blog, let me take a step back for a brief moment. You see usually on Mondays I share my blog and then later on in the day I make a podcast on the same subject. It makes Mondays easier. This time I’m doing things in reverse. Today I am using my podcast to make my blog. For no other reason then I couldn’t come up with anything else to write about, so shall we continue…

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The other day I went to our local supermarket with my husband. I had every intention to buy some green, seedless grapes and some Kerrygold imported Irish cheese. I was looking forward to having them for my lunch the following day. I did get the cheese, but when I got to the grapes I saw that they were near four dollars a pound and when my husband weighed a bag they were two pounds, which means the grapes would have been eight dollars. Eight dollars for grapes! That’s crazy! I didn’t buy them.

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As my husband and I were walking towards another aisle I asked him how doctors expect us to eat healthy when fruit is so expensive. He was kind enough to tell me the two were not related. Even so, how are people expected to eat healthy when fresh fruit is so expensive? And where I live in Upstate NY the only real fresh fruit we have are apples during the Fall season and strawberries in the month of June, that’s it. All of the rest of our fruit either comes from other states or other countries and by the time we get that fresh fruit, it really isn’t that fresh anymore.

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Have you ever noticed how you can get a bag of candy for less than fresh fruit? I have and I find that confusing. We are told not to eat to much candy and plenty of fresh fruit. But the fruit is way more expensive than the candy. I don’t get that. I am happy to say that I was able to go back to that store about two days later, and by some miracle I found a bag of green, seedless grapes that were well under two pounds and I was able to buy them. And you know there is another thing about the fresh fruit. Besides for it being so expensive there is no way my family and I could eat two pounds worth of grapes before they go bad and have to get thrown out. Now that’s a waste of money.

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I don’t know, maybe I just have to do some research on where I can get fresh fruit at the cheapest cost as local as possible. Or maybe I have to drive a half an hour or so to get fresh fruit at a decent price. But then I start thinking about how much gas I’m using in my car. Tell me what do you think? Is fresh fruit expensive where you live or a good price? And how much do you think is too much to pay for fresh fruit?

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

Thank You

Can you believe I’ve been blogging for over 5 years! I can’t. It’s funny I started my blog hoping it would help me get more book sales. That didn’t work, but my posts have gone from one paragraph to so much more. My blog now allows me to share about the different countries I’ve visited. It has become a way for me to share my experiences with different foods in different countries. It’s allowed me to share my feelings on love and loss. My blog has allowed me to write letters to people when I knew I couldn’t say what I wanted to in person without crying. It has allowed me to share my thoughts. I wanted to say thank you, to all of you who have read my blog posts at one point or another. Whether you have read one, two or all of them, thank you for taking a few minutes out of your busy schedule to read what I have to say. Thank you!

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On a slightly different note I’ve been an author now for over 5 years as well. I now have 3 books self published. One about my miscarriages, one about me living in Brooklyn and Upstate and the last book is a bunch of my blogs put into a book. All of my books are on the Kindle and Audio. And once again I am thankful to all those who have either read my books or who have listened to them on audio. You don’t know how much I appreciate you wanting to read my books or listen to them for that matter.

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Last, but not least, I have been doing a podcast called Kathleen’s Korner for over 2 years now. I can’t get over it myself that I have been doing a podcast for that long! I am beyond thankful to all the people who have also taken the time to listen to what I have to say. A lot of my podcasts are about the different places I have been to like Ireland, Italy, England, Scotland and more. I like to explain about the different foods I’ve eaten overseas, my likes and dislikes about the food and places I’ve been. I even like to do podcasts about the different places I’ve been to locally. You really never know what my podcasts are going to be about. Sometimes I don’t know what they are going to be about until I start talking!

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With all that said I would like to say how truly thankful I am to all my readers and listeners. Without you my books, blog and podcasts would go nowhere. Thank you for the comments I get on my blog posts. Thank you for all those who have followed me on Twitter after hearing one of my podcasts. It means a lot to me to know that there are people out there reading and listening to what I have to say. Once again a VERY BIG THANK YOU to everyone!

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

I Am A Walking Contradiction

Yesterday I was looking at our Christmas tree and I thought “the holidays are over.” Then I looked under the tree and I thought how bare the tree looked without any wrapped Christmas presents. It looked rather depressing. All I could think was how sad it was that it’s all done and over with. I felt like a walking contradiction. I say this because my last blog was all about the pain I feel during the holidays that nobody can see. At the same time I enjoyed the holidays this year. Do you see what I mean, I’m a walking contradiction!

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So here’s the thing with holidays, me, joy and pain. After my mom died being able to celebrate any holiday was painful. I had to put a smile on my face when we were out in public and yet when we were home I would cry on my husbands shoulders. This happened on Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. As the years go by each year feels different between the sadness and the joy. I sure hope that makes sense, but if it doesn’t, that would be the walking contradiction again.

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I found this holiday season to be a little better than years past. I still feel the pain of my mom’s death and I still miss her terribly. For example, the last two Thanksgivings my family and I spent in Colmar, France at the Christmas Markets. I had a great time at these markets, but at the same time I remember my mom. I remember that’s the time of year when she went into the hospital for a “brief” stay.

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This year, or should I say last year, I had fun with my family at a bunch of Christmas Markets. I had a great time holding and playing with my first grandchild. I had a bunch of laughs with my husband, our kids and other relatives. I had a nice time eating good food and watching a movie on New Years Eve and Day. I was able to have a good holiday season this year, but at the same time I was feeling the pain of the loss of my mom. Do you see what I mean by a walking contradiction? I miss my mom something terrible around Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years, but at the same time I have a good time with my family.

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Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be having a good time during the holidays. Then I start to think about my mom and how she would feel. She would probably want me to have fun and laugh. She would probably say “it’s okay to enjoy your family”. I wish my mom could still be with us. I wish she could give me one of her big hugs. I wish she could see my kids now and I wish she could see and play with my first grandchild, her first great grandchild. I truly do miss my mom and at the same time I love spending the holidays with my family. I really do feel like a walking contradiction. I wonder how many other people feel like that. Do you?

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

The Pain You Don’t See

Yesterday was January 1, 2020 A.K.A. New Years Day. That’s the day most people are continuing to celebrate the new year. Some people get together with family and friend, have a party, or hang out together doing something. Others like to go to the mall and shop or whatever. For me that’s the day I try to keep myself busy. For me New Years day has a different meaning. That’s the day of the anniversary of my mom’s death. So for me it’s a day of sadness. A day where all I really want to do is cry.

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Let’s not forget about New Years Eve. The night everyone is getting together to party. The first three years after my mom passed away I tried to do this. I went with my family to our Church’s New Years Eve gathering and tried to have fun. All I wanted to do was cry, but I knew nobody there would understand. The fourth year my husband and I decided to stay home and watch a movie. The movie we picked looked like it would be good and possibly make us laugh. WRONG! It ended up being sad and made me cry almost the entire time. Last year, the fifth year, we were in India of all places for a business trip. Once again I wanted to cry, but was around people who wouldn’t understand. This Year my husband took me to the Black and Blue Steak House in Albany on New Years Eve and on New Years Day we went to see the movie Jumanji. This New Years Eve and Day we kept me as busy as possible.

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In all honesty the pain that I feel, starts in November. That might sound odd, but November is when my mom called me to let me know she had to go in the hospital. She tried to assure me that everything was okay, and she should be out of it by that Thanksgiving. There was a lot she wasn’t telling me on that phone call and I could hear it in her voice. I knew she was keeping something from me, but I couldn’t get her to tell me what it was. If she had I could have prepared myself for her death a little better, not a lot, but a little.

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When that December came and she was still in the hospital we decided to visit her and give her a birthday card. I had no idea that was going to be the last birthday card I would give to my mom. I actually thought she looked better then what I was expecting to see. I mean she was sitting up in a chair, in her room, so I thought okay this can’t be that bad, she’ll be home soon. Although I think deep down I knew this wasn’t going to turn out good. I remember kissing my mom good bye that day and letting her know how much I loved her. We gave each other a good look while I had tears in my eyes. That last look of I love you to each other and everything is going to be okay.

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And then January 1, 2014 came and at 7pm that night I got that dreaded phone call from my dad. His voice was crying while he said “mom is gone”. I started to cry and told my dad we would be right there. What a terrible way to end one year and start a new year! I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I felt like an orphan all of a sudden. I had this shooting pain in my heart that couldn’t be taken away by anyone. Not even my husband while he help me as I cried like a baby.

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That pain that starts in November and lasts until sometime after New Years Day, nobody can see. I won’t let them see it. My husband knows about it. And for all I know maybe some people can see it, they just don’t know how to help. Which is fine too since I would rather people not try to hug me and tell me everything is going to be okay. That isn’t what I want to hear. I would much rather deal with it one year at a time. I would rather my husband keep me busy while I do my best to get through that pain.

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

The Dali Museum

Before I try to describe the Dali Museum let me explain something. While on vacation in Barcelona, Spain my family and I went on a bus tour with a group of people we don’t know. One of the stops was to the Dali Museum. I have never heard of this man, but there were other things on this tour I wanted to see, so I agreed to go. That was my first and last bus tour. The lady who did the tour was nice and my husband and I did get to take a nap on that bus, but that museum was something else! If you don’t know who Salvador Dali was, he was an artist known as a “Surrealist.”

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If you read last weeks blog about Gaudi and where the saying “thats gaudy” came from then you will understand when I say the Dali Museum wasn’t only gaudy, it was seriously over the top. I mean the Cathedral Gaudi started to build is completely amazing to look at. Dali’s Museum was, well there really are no words for this museum. To me the entire place was way to much. The first room we were taken into had a car in the middle of it and a bunch of golden globe statutes. If you put a coin in the slot by the car, it would make it rain….inside the car!

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The next room we went to had a picture of Venus de Milo. There is more to that picture than meets the eye, like the fact that when you looked at it a certain way it becomes a picture of Abraham Lincoln! I’m not giving any other secrets away on that though. If you want to know more you need to go see it for yourself.

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The rest of that place had many different paintings. Some had you trying to figure out what Dali was thinking when he did them. Others, Yeah all I could think to myself was “why”? This museum was over all not my taste. Granted he did use interesting colors in his art and I did think it was fascinating how he put those colors together, but it wasn’t my taste of art. I would much rather look at paintings by Vermeer.

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My daughter on the other hand got way more out of this museum than I did. This place opened her eyes to a whole new world of art. These are her thoughts about this place:

“We went to the Dali Museum today. I’ve learned more from just a few rooms here than I have this whole trip. Every time I go to any art gallery or museum I see different art and I see all the views different artists have seen and used (elegant strokes with the brush, perfect color contrast, precision, perfection) it’s always inspired me to do something but never enough to actually do it. This time, at this museum I saw a whole new view of art that I’ve never seen before. The artist Salvador Dali had an incredible view of everything. He made his art, quite literally, surreal. There were paintings that made no sense, drawings that looked like he was going to do something but left it a sketch, silly things that he just put there to be funny, things that looked like I could have made them at home with random things, glue, and tape and so much more. I’ve always wondered what kind of art I really could do since I have always been interested. Now I know. I want to draw things that confuse people and really make them think. Things that maybe only I will ever understand. Things that are basically just random pencil movements that, if you look hard enough, turn into something different. His art taught me to make what I think is funny or amazing or just odd and show people even though their reactions would probably be ‘what???????’ Like he did with all of his art.”

As you can tell from the above my daughter got way more out of this museum than I did. I’m thankful that she did. This place may not have done anything for me, but it showed a new world of art to my daughter. It inspired her to do her best with her art, which by the way I have seen and love. This place put a whole new light on the matter of art for her and I can’t wait to see what she does with her own talent. As for the Dali Museum I’m good if I never go back. It was without a doubt different and something I won’t forget, but once was enough for me.

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

That’s So Gaudi

Have you ever heard the saying “That’s gaudy” or maybe you’ve used that saying yourself at some point in your life. Perhaps more than once in your life. I know I have. There have been times when my husband has showed me something or asked for my opinion about something and my first thought was “That’s gaudy” – meaning it’s a bit much.

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Funny thing is I always thought that was just a saying. Turns out it’s not. You see my husband loves to do research on the places we are going to visit and on our last vacation he did some research on Barcelona, Spain and on a Church that’s there. It turns out that the phrase “That’s gaudy” is believed to come from the name of the man who started to build The Basilica of the Sagrada Familia. He didn’t want to make anything ordinary. On the contrary this man loved to make stuff that would not only wow people, but they would think that it was way too much. In other words it was Gaudi.

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This builder, sculpture if you will, died almost a hundred years ago, but the city of Barcelona is still working on the masterpiece of a Cathedral. The outside of this place is beyond amazing. Gaudi was able to put so much detail into the tiniest of pieces. He has so many Bible scenes built into the outside of this Church that you really need to take a good look.

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When my family and I were there my first reaction to this Cathedral was WOW. I had no idea it was going to be that impressive. The more we looked the more we could see. There was Mary and Joseph with baby Jesus. There was King Herod’s Soldier killing all the infants from ages 2 years old and under. This is all on the “nativity” side of the church. Gaudi died before the building was complete, but over the years they have continued to build the cathedral based on his designs. On the “Passion” side there are more carvings. There are many more scenes, including the man holding the cross for Jesus and Jesus holding his cross. There is so much more to see as well and that was only on the outside!

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On the inside of this Cathedral you could see different bright colors of green and blue. There are grey pillars that are so high you would think they could reach heaven. I mean there is a reason why people think that phrase is about him — because it is “That’s Gaudi”. You only need to take one look at this Cathedral both the inside and outside to understand how they came up with that phrase. At the same time this truly is an amazing place to visit. To stare at. To look up at in amazement from the outside. To walk around in. To try to find all the little details. To be able to say “Wow that really is Gaudi” and know that it’s his work you are looking at.

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Another amazing thing was that they are still building it! The city is hoping to have it done by 2026, the 100th anniversary of Gaudi’s death. So between now and then when you visit the building is constantly changing.

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

Giving at Thanksgiving

Last week was Thanksgiving. We have this holiday thanks to the Pilgrims who first came to America seeking religious freedom, but found more than that! Thanksgiving is a special day of the year where Americans gather together with family and friends around the table eating turkey and such while sharing what they are thankful for. It’s a time to remember the blessings we all have and spending time with loved ones.

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This year my husband, our daughter and I did something different. This year instead of partaking in all the good food and hanging out with family and “taking“, we decided to go to Imola, Italy and do some “giving“. We had the opportunity to help Chiesa La Rocca, a small evangelical church in Imola, Italy, do a traditional American Thanksgiving dinner for their community — with turkey, mashed potatoes and everything else that goes along with it and we served 160 Italians. This was a fun opportunity for a lot of people to experience some American culture and try some foods they may have never had.

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That day started out at 10am. As we helped to peel potatoes for mashed potatoes and apples for apple pie, we also had the opportunity to make new friends and share about our lives. We talked about each others books and the books we want to publish. We talked about family, places we’ve been and did a lot of laughing as well. As the day progressed my husband helped cook the green bean casserole while our daughter and I helped set tables up, decorate the place, get plates, cups and all that stuff set up.

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Before we knew it, people were starting to show up, sit down and it was time for us to serve dinner. It was a busy night trying to make sure everyone got the food they wanted. Since there was a language barrier between the Italians only knowing Italian and me speaking English and only knowing a bit of Italian, It made for an interesting night, but everything worked out. The people loved eating the traditional American Thanksgiving meal and we enjoyed serving them.

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It truly was a blessing for me to be able to give rather than receive this Thanksgiving. I got to see our Italian missionaries. I made new friends and I got to serve people. And it was a joy to watch my daughter having a great time giving rather then receiving as well. Would I do this again? You betcha!

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story 

A Weekend in D.C.

“We need to go to D.C. this weekend.”
“Why?”
“Because my boss needs me to be at an important meeting with some clients.”
“Oh, When’s the meeting?”
“On Monday, but I thought we could make a weekend out of it and do some stuff on Saturday and Sunday and then I would have my meeting on Monday.”
“That kinda sounds like a nice time, but what will I do by myself while you’re in your meeting? You know I get seriously nervous when I have to go on an adventure by myself while you’re in a business meeting.”
“I know, but I have confidence in you and I know you can do it. You are going to go to your favorite memorial on Monday while I’m in my meeting and you are going to love it.”
“Well I’m glad you have more faith in me than I do!”

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That is the conversation that my husband and I had two weeks ago. And that entire week I was nervous. That Friday we took our youngest to her aunt and uncles place so she could spend that weekend with them, and then we were off to Washington D.C. . For the most part it was a nice drive. Long but nice. We stopped at a hotel Friday night and finished our drive Saturday.

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On Saturday we spent the day in D.C. . We went to some museums. We did a lot of walking. We had some rather tasty Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches from a food truck, while we sat on the grass on the mall. As we sat and ate our lunch my husband explained where the Capital was, where the Lincoln Memorial was and everything in between on that stretch of the mall. He told me it would be easy for me to walk to the Lincoln Memorial which is my absolute favorite memorial in D.C. .

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On Sunday morning we tried to go to a Farmers Market, but it was rained out so we went for brunch at Barking Mad Cafe. I had brioche french toast with some fresh strawberries. That was a good brunch! I don’t remember what my husband had or I would tell you. After that we went to the Bible Museum. It was nice. I know we went shopping at an outlet mall, but I can’t remember if that was Saturday or Sunday. Sunday night we spent about an hour at a Christian concert on the mall in D.C. . When we got back to the airbnb we were staying at, we got all our stuff packed and ready to go the next morning. When we were ready to sleep I realized the next day was Monday and I had to be by myself for most of the day in D.C. . Man was I nervous!

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So Monday morning came. We were running late so my husband took me to Peet’s coffee shop and got me settled with my coffee and croissant. He took off for his business meeting which left me to fend for myself. While I enjoyed my breakfast I finished my blog, got it published and promoted it. After that I looked through FaceBook and all the other social media sites. After about an hour I knew I need to stop stalling, get my courage up and go. So I left Peet’s and started to walk. I had a pretty good idea of where the mall was so I headed in that direction.

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When I got to the mall I knew I still had a half hour before the Natural History Museum opened. I didn’t want to sit on a bench waiting all that time, so I looked at the map of the mall and noticed that it was a literal straight walk from where I was standing to the Lincoln Memorial. Once again I got my courage up, told myself I could do this and I walked to my favorite memorial in D.C., The Lincoln Memorial. It took me a half hour to walk to it. When I got there I walked up the steps and I stared at that monument. All I could think to myself was “I did it!” I walked to the Lincoln Memorial all by myself!

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I stood there for a while. After a bit I went into the souvenir store, bought a couple of items and went to one of the steps and sat down. I stayed there for a good hour, looking at my phone, catching up on FaceBook and reading my book. When that hour was up I reluctantly took one last look at the memorial and head back towards the Natural History Museum. I’m not normally proud of myself, but that day I was. I faced my fears of doing something alone. I walked to my favorite memorial like my husband knew I could. I stayed for a while and went to a museum by myself. Not bad, huh?

Kathleen Smith is an indie Author, blogger and she has her own podcast Kathleen’s Korner. You can read or listen about her life in Brooklyn and Upstate NY . You can also either read or listen to her personal story of how she and her husband kept their marriage together through 3 miscarriages in Miscarriages My Story