What Gets My Attention

What is it about watching the birds outside my window that is so fascinating to me?  I have this holiday bird feeder on my deck (yes, I know it's April) and just when I was contemplating putting it away til next year I noticed a cute little couple darting in and out with construction material for a new home.  As you can see this is a St. Francis wannabe Santa bird

feeder.  Check out the little bird in his hand.  The not real one. On his lap sits a little bag where the birdseed would go. Well, not long ago water froze in the bottom of that little bag and the bottom broke out. That left a nice little hole where the newlyweds could set up housekeeping. So for three days straight Mr. and Mrs. Wren worked like nothing I've seen, bringing every little scrap of nature bits they could carry to pack down in this hollow space. It is just amazing.  I am thinking that the poor birds didn't realize just how deep the hole was and what it was going to take to fill it up. I've been watching for eggs to appear but have not seen any as of yet.  As a matter of fact, I haven't seen the birds in several days. I hope they stick around.  

Matthew 6:26-27 says:

26: Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Ar

e you not worth much more than they? 27:"And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?

So to answer my own question at the beginning of this post...birds keep me from worry.  And these days that is a good thing. 

Hooping it Up!

"If you hear a voice within you say, 'You are not a painter,' then by all means paint…and that voice will be silenced."
— Vincent Van Gogh

"If you hear a voice within you say, 'You are not a hoop dancer,' then by all means hoop dance...and that voice will be silenced."

~Susanishness

And to expand on that thought...you will find that when engaged in full out hooping with your headphones on and your body grooving to the tunes while trying over and over to get it right, many calories are burned and many muscles are tightening, all while having a really great time.

Get in touch with your inner Hoop Dance star.

Why am I blogging?

I just don't know that I know the answer to that question yet but as time goes by perhaps that reason may be revealed to me. I have been sitting on this ball (I sit on a green exercise ball at my 'computee' (as Alan (my favorite (and only) son would say) quite a while today trying to think up some clever name that would reflect what I plan to blahblahblog about, but since I have no clue, the name that stands is the best I can do for now. It did not come easy, however.

I did have another one.

"Optasomo."

That was going to stand for "Other people's thoughts and some of my own." Being a quote- aholic, no doubt I will be posting many of my favorite quotes here and there or when I can't think of anything nice to say. But Optasomo looked and sounded kind of funny to me so that was rejected. Then I spent some time googling around looking at other blog names for inspiration but to no avail. I have to say there are so many really good ones out there. (See my list of blogs I read now and then) Anyway, Susanishness is what it is. Adding suffixes to names first got started for me by my favorite and only daughter, Claire, when she would email me or send me a card with momish or momishness written on it. That has just stuck with me. I decided to add some suffixes to my first name and liked it. So now just what does Susanishness mean? Well, hhmmm. Let's give it a shot.

The suffix -ish usually indicates approximation.

The suffix -ness is added at the end of an adjective to indicate the state, condition, quality or degree of something.

Susanishness: /suze-an-ish-nis/

Being Susan to a great degree and sometimes just approximately.