tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post1801516196068993803..comments2024-03-17T09:49:47.095-06:00Comments on Brenda @ It's A Beautiful Life: Parasols, Prompts, and Postage StampsBrenda @ Its A Beautiful Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02955486477303938670noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-13044257207157381732011-10-20T07:38:42.986-06:002011-10-20T07:38:42.986-06:00What a lovely conversation this posting has create...What a lovely conversation this posting has created. I love it! Thank you, everyone, for sharing. <br /><br />I'm hoping to response more fully to some of your comments... but think maybe a posting would be easier than trying to squeeze into this comment box.<br /><br />So watch for them....Brenda @ Its A Beautiful Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02955486477303938670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-51192014589289176282011-10-20T05:26:58.279-06:002011-10-20T05:26:58.279-06:00Hi Brenda, how lovely your postings are. I gain so...Hi Brenda, how lovely your postings are. I gain so much, I do hope visiting my cats gives you an injection of feline love in return. I know what you mean about the end of a day... twilight time. I love autumn but am dreading the clock change as it means I get up in the dark to go to work and then come home in the dark afterwards. No garden time. Once again, thanks for your wise words. Love Helen, Darcy and Bingley xxPurrfect Havenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00082571893215482515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-66286845959637106632011-10-19T10:53:18.764-06:002011-10-19T10:53:18.764-06:00One year I didn't put up a Christmas tree, but...One year I didn't put up a Christmas tree, but so many people asked about it that now I feel obligated to do it. But that's ok. Once it's up, I do find that I enjoy it more than anyone else, since all the ornaments are old family pieces, it's like revisiting old and sometimes gone friends. Those are beautiful stamps. Wasn't Grace Kelly just the loveliest? I feed all the neighborhood stray cats. Last year we had over a dozen. They are too fast to catch and besides the vet told me they would probably be put to sleep if the were brought to a shelter as they are all bulging at the seams with strays now. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing. It doesn't seem like much of a life for them. We even made a little cabin for them and the neighbors thought I was nuts when I put a heater out on the porch to keep them warm during the harshest part of winter. Sometimes it's just not easy to figure out if I'm doing the right thing for them.Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01851312702044308420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-68798220064636186962011-10-19T10:07:01.511-06:002011-10-19T10:07:01.511-06:00I love this idea, Brenda! Here goes...
I never th...I love this idea, Brenda! Here goes...<br /><br />I never thought life would be so roller-coasterish when I married a preacher!Jeanette Levelliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-55078644273425405912011-10-19T08:06:28.969-06:002011-10-19T08:06:28.969-06:00Hi Brenda, I loved your post today, it is so thoug...Hi Brenda, I loved your post today, it is so thoughtful and thought-provoking. I have always enjoyed that time of the afternoon because it is the time my husband comes home from work. Everything in my day is kind of centered around it. I guess too there are remnants of my childhood thinking left over as well such as "Better get all my homework done so that I can play later". :)<br /><br />I know what you mean about feelings of "obligation". I am like that too. When someone makes me feel pushed or obligated it zaps all the joy out of what I am doing. I dislike it very much when people use guilt to motivate. I'm afraid it doesn't work very well on me. Maybe for awhile, because I'm trying to be "nice" but eventually it will usually make me want to do the exact opposite. <br /><br />I am reading a delightful book right now that I am finding it hard to put down. It is a regency period book called "The Nonesuch" by Georgette Heyer. It is has some laugh out moments.<br /><br />Have a beautiful day ahead! Delisa :)Delisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00793953725620270977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-44932658206431512552011-10-18T22:49:24.321-06:002011-10-18T22:49:24.321-06:00Brenda,
How do you stop feeling obligated when peo...Brenda,<br />How do you stop feeling obligated when people make you feel that way? How do YOU handle it? That is exactly what someone does to me all the time. I always end up feeling so stupid and say such dumb things. I hate the obligated feeling.<br /><br />Loved your post!<br />PamAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-6286992947979232792011-10-18T19:58:33.878-06:002011-10-18T19:58:33.878-06:00I really enjoyed this post! I liked its randomnes...I really enjoyed this post! I liked its randomness, its cleverness, and its honesty. The year before last I didn't put up a Christmas tree either. (Well, I put up one of those lighted palm trees indoors, but that was hardly the same thing.) I opted out because I was feeling stressed. So, I don't think it's horrible at all; there are cetainly many other facets of the season to enjoy. Also, I could relate to your feeling of sadness as afternoon wanes to night. I especially liked your detail about emptying coffee shops because that is so true and a descriptively wonderful way to engage readers. Although the arrival of evening does mean I get to go home from work, I feel its sting sharply on weekends and other days off when free time is particularly precious. And finally, I agree that feeling obligated is the worst. It seems that so much of life ends up that way if you let it. Thanks again for such a lovely, heartfelt post.The Tote Trovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05828378648748724469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-39041102962533100222011-10-18T08:47:39.029-06:002011-10-18T08:47:39.029-06:00After reading this post, I feel I know you so much...After reading this post, I feel I know you so much better, my friend.<br /><br />When I read that you don't enjoy the afternoon-early evenings, I understood.<br /><br />And I miss your Miss Kitty, also.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09690722786561637489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-25330876593776838832011-10-18T08:41:58.032-06:002011-10-18T08:41:58.032-06:00lots of insights today, change of seasons can do t...lots of insights today, change of seasons can do that to do and less sunlight to be outside makes for more thinking inside...have fun traveling with hubby.Great Grandma Linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791149428495689835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-70415376132585628942011-10-18T07:34:18.679-06:002011-10-18T07:34:18.679-06:00Oh and there are *too many* views shared here, in ...Oh and there are *too many* views shared here, in this one post... To address them all. :-) <br /><br />Like, I too dislike feeling obligated. <br /><br />But I look on pre-twilight, as cozy/comfy-ish. :-)<br /><br />Delightful post, all round, even if I can't address each and every one of our agreements (and dis-). :-)))<br /><br />Gentle hugs,<br /><i><b>"October, here’s to you. Here’s to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the wine-y spell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nuts and the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke."</b></i> <br />~ Ken WeberAuntie sezzzzzz...https://www.blogger.com/profile/16170232476926222740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-37893206035945656682011-10-18T07:32:00.819-06:002011-10-18T07:32:00.819-06:00One way to get that good cat feeling is to volunte...One way to get that good cat feeling is to volunteer at a shelter. All the joy with much less responsibility -- kind of like being a grandparent!A few Good Catshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025459270425576088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-51240657411264254042011-10-18T07:30:35.783-06:002011-10-18T07:30:35.783-06:00"...so there's no fear of not having a co...<i>"...so there's no fear of not having a cozy ambiance around me."</i><br /><br />-smile- I just love your words there. They say "it" so perfectly... Our need for soft lighting ambiance. Especially as the days/night grow colder.<br /><br />May you always have <i>"...a little fig tree with twinkly white lights up all year round..."</i> in your life! <br /><br />Gentle hugs,<br /><i><b>"October, here’s to you. Here’s to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the wine-y spell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nuts and the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke."</b></i> <br />~ Ken WeberAuntie sezzzzzz...https://www.blogger.com/profile/16170232476926222740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-84666339266589710212011-10-18T05:57:23.752-06:002011-10-18T05:57:23.752-06:00Hi Debora... I love the twilight hours that come a...Hi Debora... I love the twilight hours that come after that shift. There's just that short space between that feels lonely.. the anticipation of the day's events is done and the shift into evening isn't quite there.... mmm... tried to explain it, but it still doesn't clarify. (oh well..smile)<br /><br />PS. Thanks for stopping by!Brenda @ Its A Beautiful Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02955486477303938670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-57221583754393053192011-10-17T22:11:38.656-06:002011-10-17T22:11:38.656-06:00I really enjoyed all of your insights. Funny, I ju...I really enjoyed all of your insights. Funny, I just love that shift from afternoon to evening time. I like the color of the sky and the darkness falling. But when the kids were babies, I called it 'the witching hour'. The were, as you said, very fussy at that time.Deborahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12002468510668438210noreply@blogger.com