Archive for March, 2013


Holidays may cause you to experienced a blogging derailment.

It is no secret, that after returning from a wonderful holiday, it has been hard to discipline my writing life and keep up with my Blog. Even reading the stories and tales of the people I follow, has had to be squeezed into a time slot that has often been unattainable. So I am sitting at my desk, staring at the computer screen and wondering where this post may take me.

Yesterday it was going to be all about ‘Winning Wednesdays’. A reflection on how all my writerly friends, at the writers group I belong to, are so encouraging and supportive. A local poetry competition had us all putting pen to paper and fingers to the keyboard in order to make a submission before last Fridays deadline. We wrote, shared and helped edit each others work, before meeting the closing date (wow – seven of us submited a total of thirteen entries). Even before the winning entries are announce I believe we are all winners as there is no competitiveness amongst ourselves. It doesn’t matter if we win a prize or not, participation is the goal and we have been cheering each other on, seeing this as a victory for our productive little group.

On Monday, it was going to be ‘Birthday Cake and Candles’. Sharing with you all, the wonderful story of celebrating the 18th birthday of our grand-daughter. She was the first-born grandchild, holding a special place in my heart. Seeing her grow into a beautiful young woman has been a privilege and I am proud of her on so many levels. Finding the perfect gift needed several shopping expeditions, even though I knew it would have to be jewellery.

Last week it was going to be  ‘A Renovation Review’. An update on the renovations taking place, turning our under croft garage into a study, library, office. Is it only me who arrives home from a holiday relaxed and rested with an idea that suddenly turns into demolishing property and building walls? It has been a long job, which has taken four times longer than expected and the cost is still escalating, as I’d like some new curtains, a big rug, two large comfy armchairs, not to mention some other unnecessary miscellaneous stationary items, that are of course a must have. I confess to being a secret stationary addict.

So today post, is a brief summary of what I have been doing in recent weeks. Something always has to give when it comes to fitting in another project and on this occasion, I’m sorry to say, it has been my Blog.

Catch you all again soon – Promise.

(c) Sandie’s Snippets 2013


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9950856-paint-and-cansSettling back to life as I know it, after an extended holiday, has been a challenge. Not helped by a major renovation, turning our double garage into a new office, study, lounge area. As always, when it comes to renovations, my role tends to be one of  ‘Trades Assistant’, running around, fetching, finding, holding innate objects and fuelling the man in my life, with copious cups of coffee and meal time snacks.

I’m not grumbling. The new area is taking shape and after bricking up the gap left by removing a roller door (that was in interesting experience for the two of us, as it came crashing to the ground), rendering walls and a coat of paint, it is fast becoming something unique. Painting is not my favourite occupation, but has been placed in my arena, where I tend to wear as much paint as the walls. That is fine, until I go to the shops and discover all the splashes and splodges I missed in the shower as I go through the supermarket check out. Quite embarrassing fo me and the check out person, who just had to tell me that I had paint down my arm. Not sure who blushed the most.

Unlike the rest of our home, which is filled with treasured heirlooms, family photos and practical pieces of furniture, this has a modern, contemporary feel. Already I envision a couple of my own photos, mounted on canvases adorning the walls. My collection of books which are currently scattered around the house will have a place of honour, huddling together on shelves, creating their own work of art, enticing me to handle each one with the reverence they deserve.

There is an air of expectancy about me, the big move capturing my imagination and creating an excitement, not felt for some time. First though, I have light fittings, a rug and a couple of big old armchairs to find.

Let the shopping begin…….

© Sandie’s Snippets 2013

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I have no idea who wrote this story but I thought it was worth sharing with you all as we head towards April Fools Day.

An atheist became incensed over the preparation of Easter and Passover holidays. He decided to contact his lawyer about the discrimination inflicted on atheists by the constant celebrations afforded to Christians and Jews with all their holidays while atheists had no holiday to celebrate.

The case was brought before a judge and after listening to the long passionate presentation by the lawyer, the Judge banged his gavel and declared, “Case Dismissed!”

The lawyer immediately stood and objected to the ruling and said, ‘Your honour, how can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter and many other observances. Jews have Passover Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet my client and all other atheists have no such holiday!’

The judge leaned forward in his chair and simply said. ‘Obviously your client is too confused to even know about, much less celebrate his own atheists’ holiday!’

The lawyer pompously said, ‘We are unaware of any such holiday for atheists. Just when might that holiday be your Honour?’

The judge said, ‘Well it comes every year on exactly the same date – April 1st! Since our calendar sets April 1st as ‘April Fools Day,’ consider that Psalm 14:1 states, ‘The fool says in his heart, there is no God.’ Thus, in my opinion, if your client says there is no God, then by scripture, he is a fool and April 1st is his holiday! Now have a good day and get out of my courtroom!

Way to go, Judge!

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Towards the end of our recent trip I started to think about the future direction of my writing. So many ideas and projects seem to be piling up and everyone seems to offer different ideas and suggestions for the emerging writer within.

Blogging seems to be my community platform, where I can merrily write about anything I want and a loyal band of followers contribute with the most beautiful feedback. Even after six weeks of silence, you are leaving kind comments and liking a post. That is true friendship and I do value your input.

One of the changes I wanted to implement was my workplace. Our small shared study has had me spilling into the dinning room and a trail of stationary links all the areas in between. My solution was our double garage under the house, that has held an assortment of odd, left over furniture, craft items from my scrap-booking days and various other bits and pieces.

Once home I gave it the critical  assessment and deemed it a project we should pursue. My mind’s eye had us both sat at computers, surrounded by our precious collection of books and a best seller, with my name on it, was also sitting on a shelf (well I can dream-lol). Hubby’s eyes rolled as I poured out my thoughts, I talked decor and furnishings, while he envisioned the harsh world of labouring over a pile of bricks and render.

A couple of days later a loud crash interrupted my day and I witnessed my neighbour ( a solicitor) placing office fittings onto a trailer and lamenting that he’d tried selling it, tried giving it to local charities and now he was going to take it home and burn it. My heart skipped a beat as I declared I was looking for some new office furniture. The invitation to go and help myself was taken up in an instant, then, just like a kid in a candy store, I wandered through the two offices that were being cleared.

We are now the proud owner of an assortment of files, cupboards, bookshelves and desks that we can rearrange to suit the area underneath the house. While they might not fit the profile of the up and coming professional, it sure suits our needs and I am excited about creating an environment we can both live in and enjoy. An added bonus is, that our daughters partner is a cabinet-maker/fitter and he has offered to do all the work of fitting it out.

So now, as I sit in my miniscule office, typing up these thoughts, I am in a state of bliss, dreaming of the great move downstairs, wondering if it will help or hinder my creativity.

Only time will tell.

© Sandie’s Snippets 2013

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