Wasting time.

I am have been sitting around here for a week recovering from surgery. Feeling a bit depressed as the recovery is taking longer than I anticipated. Will be returning to work tomorrow.

I have decided to try my hand at writing. This seems as good a place as any to start. I started an online writing group to get feedback in my writing. Not sure even where to start, but it is something I have always wanted to do. I think I will start by writing short stories about things I know and have experienced in my own life. I am contemplating purchasing a Microsoft Word software. I had an old version, but lost the number to access it. So now out of luck. Using a new product called Open Office. Seems compatible with the Microsoft product so that is a good thing. Will work with that for the time being. See where that will take me.

It is a beautiful day here in Wisconsin. About 60 degrees with the sun sunshine throught wispy clouds. There is a bit of a breeze. My lilacs are blooming and smell like heaven. It has been very dry here. Need rain badly. After a long winter, it is great to hear the birds singing so sweetly in the trees and feel a warmer breeze flowing over my skin. God is Good!!

I have been reading a book, "Reading Lolita in Tehran." It is a fascinating view of life in Tehran for those who have independent thinking. I have a new respect for the women and men who maintain their faith under adversity. I have a new compassion for what the women in this country have gone through and continue to suffer from the intense fear that some humans have and how it exhibits itself through hatred and brutality toward the very thing(s) they fear. Most of the fear is internal and self centered. It appears to me to be a fear of the very essence of our humanity be that our sexuality, self, safety, etc. Maybe that is what we fear the most, ourselves. Instead of fixing ourselves we set out to destroy each other and what we preceive as the faults of others. In the end who do we really destroy. It is a very thought provoking book.

Schweickert

My husband is Bernard Charles Schweickert. His father was August R. Schweickert. His grandfather was Charles Schweickert. They lived in LaSalle, Illinois. August was one of 24 children born to Charles Schweickert. Charles came to the states from Germany with 3 other brothers. After they came into the states they lost contact with each other. A very large family, however, Bernard is an only child. We have two children Charles A. Schweickert and Angela Katherine Schweickert Smith. If you are a Schweickert, please contact me. We are always interested in finding other family members.