tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post6377458893626710756..comments2024-02-15T23:41:36.425-08:00Comments on SIMPLY WAIT: TEN YEARS AGOPatry Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-65781675318226818062009-05-22T02:38:55.797-07:002009-05-22T02:38:55.797-07:00vNice blog~
www.detectivedone.com.twvNice blog~<br /><A HREF="http://www.detectivedone.com.tw" REL="nofollow" TITLE="徵信社">www.detectivedone.com.tw</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-52576827540924675622008-06-19T15:31:00.000-07:002008-06-19T15:31:00.000-07:00Beautiful piece, Patry. Your poignant story of the...Beautiful piece, Patry. Your poignant story of the visits with your father reminds me of so many men of a certain generation, their manners, their (often) inability to express their emotions, their wanting to be needed.<BR/><BR/>My life is very complicated - unquiet - at the moment and I came to visit you, knowing you'd have something calming and compelling for me to ponder. xoxoxparis parfaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05457437124988976587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-57216233840330612212008-06-17T20:40:00.000-07:002008-06-17T20:40:00.000-07:00Life seems the same day after day. And then one da...Life seems the same day after day. And then one day it all changes. I particularly resonated with your words about your dad. <BR/><BR/>I hope you are not in too much pain. Your spirit seems so healthy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-57475577103667137342008-06-08T18:33:00.000-07:002008-06-08T18:33:00.000-07:00Very nice...Very nice...Diana Raabehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12253218231229616447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-73459568176499252592008-06-06T10:35:00.000-07:002008-06-06T10:35:00.000-07:00There is so much to take with me from this post. ...There is so much to take with me from this post. Thank youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-66341689075099461142008-06-03T19:33:00.000-07:002008-06-03T19:33:00.000-07:00"Those who feel like permanent fixtures in our liv..."Those who feel like permanent fixtures in our lives are already vanishing, as are we."<BR/><BR/>And then your response to Lisa's comment. <BR/><BR/>Hugs from Denver, Patry. K.Sustenance Scouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12980573661955592633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-23132048334077005342008-06-03T17:49:00.000-07:002008-06-03T17:49:00.000-07:00floots: Good to see you around again.floots: Good to see you around again.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1797837668796794462008-06-03T11:43:00.000-07:002008-06-03T11:43:00.000-07:00beautiful - and brimming with truththank youbeautiful - and brimming with truth<BR/>thank youflootshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530734765701940680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-83082468157160003862008-06-01T10:04:00.000-07:002008-06-01T10:04:00.000-07:00Laura: Thanks for sharing your journey of ten year...Laura: Thanks for sharing your journey of ten years here. It really sounds as if you've found where you need to be, and are doing what you need to do. What more can we ask for?<BR/><BR/>Gillian: I don't know if the people who think up memes would agree, but thank you!Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-20545727011570616172008-05-31T20:57:00.000-07:002008-05-31T20:57:00.000-07:00That is the best damned meme answer I think I've e...That is the best damned meme answer I think I've ever read.<BR/>xoxoGillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08845512494417503198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-88468131682226058842008-05-31T17:38:00.000-07:002008-05-31T17:38:00.000-07:00Ten years ago, I hadn't even started writing yet. ...Ten years ago, I hadn't even started writing yet. I had been steaming through tons of paper, mostly scraps that I had accumulated over time, making very tiny pastel drawings and watercolors, but suddenly that had dried up, and I felt that I had nothing more to say...I hit a dry spell or "a phase"...I would make oil paintings after the pastels that I made the previous summer hoping to capture their essence, but it wasn't the same, the pastels were too beautiful, as delicate as the dust on butterfly wings, I couldn't duplicate them or improve on them. Nothing seemed to please me all that much... <BR/><BR/>Ten years ago, I took a new job at the museum thinking it was what I needed, maybe I was just bored typing letters, answering the phone, answering the door, data entry, fetching mail, making endless pots of coffee, keeping tabs of "the boys" as they went about the business of the day. Going from the secretary to the registrar was a switch...I frantically flailed around trying to keep up with the intensity of the job...I'd go home exhausted from schlepping artwork, matting, framing, packing crates, shipping, documenting incoming donations of artwork, data entry (didn't shed that responsibility, it carried over cuz I was good at it). In the meantime, I felt my creativity slipping away...it wasn't a good time...I began to read a lot "to step outside for a bit"...gobbling up books like I was starved. I found Virginia Woolf and rediscovered Joyce Carol Oates...things were simmering, but it felt better to sit still and do nothing, just conserving energy for the next day. <BR/><BR/>Ten years ago I already had Fibromyalgia bedeviling my life, but I didn't have a name for what was wrong with me, and a doctor wanted to put me on Prozac for my depression, which I promptly told him in a firm and blunt manner where to stuff that prescription! <BR/><BR/>Ten years ago...wow, it feels like another lifetime. A year later I was immersed in front of my very first laptop, typing the rough ideas for my first novel...scribbling notes into a salt n' pepper notebook, or on Post-It notes...what a difference a year made!Laura J. Wellner (author pseudonym Laura J. W. Ryan)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02521328695400639226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-15570939823282652472008-05-31T17:31:00.000-07:002008-05-31T17:31:00.000-07:00damian: The scary thing is that I'm developing a f...damian: The scary thing is that I'm developing a few of the old stories myself...Enjoy your trip home. I look forward to reading about the ways Ireland has changed, and the ways it's remained the same.<BR/><BR/>melba: I'm glad you said how you really felt, instead of how you thought you were supposed to feel. I had a crappy day, too. Spent it in CC Emergency room--first waiting for a couple hours, then on IV for a couple more. <BR/><BR/>lisa: Thank you. I will do the same!Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-1313746607583367462008-05-31T16:52:00.000-07:002008-05-31T16:52:00.000-07:00Hi Patry,Just FYI: I'm listing your site on the bl...Hi Patry,<BR/><BR/>Just FYI: I'm listing your site on the blogroll I'm finally putting together. Please let me know if you want off...<BR/><BR/>Thanks! LisaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-11376617491972005482008-05-31T10:06:00.000-07:002008-05-31T10:06:00.000-07:00I re-read my comment which I don't always do and f...I re-read my comment which I don't always do and felt I should have said something lighter, but then I know you know and you appreciate the realness of it all.Melanie Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07124900253892141834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-12155531909399558652008-05-31T10:04:00.000-07:002008-05-31T10:04:00.000-07:00I am having one of those days where I want to hide...I am having one of those days where I want to hide under the covers and cry for many reasons both real and imagined or I guess we imagine it all. But Maggie is sitting on my lap while I read your post and it lifted me a bit. because I know these days are precious. still. still. life is feeling impossible today.Melanie Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07124900253892141834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-83825729488091465592008-05-30T20:50:00.000-07:002008-05-30T20:50:00.000-07:00Your words about your father and impatience to get...Your words about your father and impatience to get to your computer and not listen to he old stories rehashed are so resonant. My own father loves to tell the old stories when I go home to Ireland to visit and I become impatient after a time, yet I know as I try to dismiss my impatience a day will come when I yearn to hear thesed stories. <BR/><BR/>Such is the duality of life.damianmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02565727884639935425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-65338801932024366972008-05-30T18:04:00.000-07:002008-05-30T18:04:00.000-07:00Lily: Always love to hear from you. I'm working on...Lily: Always love to hear from you. I'm working on a new novel. Right now, today, the writing is going very well. We'll see how I feel tomorrow. Somehow I suspect you understand.<BR/><BR/>becca: At least as far as the writing goes, I do feel recovered and strong.<BR/><BR/>kg: I can't wait to see where YOU will be in ten years!Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-45928728850737328962008-05-30T07:34:00.000-07:002008-05-30T07:34:00.000-07:00I read this a few days ago, and I've been thinking...I read this a few days ago, and I've been thinking about it since then...now I'm back. ;)<BR/><BR/>It's really good to look back on life. Ten years is definitely a span of time wide enough to show significant change and development.<BR/><BR/>You always provide such deep food for thought! Have a great weekend, Patry. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-54184686363433329162008-05-30T05:30:00.000-07:002008-05-30T05:30:00.000-07:00Patry, how this touches my heart. You know better ...Patry, how this touches my heart. You know better than most how much life can change and how we take so much for granted.<BR/><BR/>This was stunning - thank you.<BR/><BR/>Your words are flowing beautifully these days - a sign of strength and recovery :)Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14623887166087444590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-66126654538937021602008-05-29T16:14:00.000-07:002008-05-29T16:14:00.000-07:00Dear Patry, This was a lovely and inspiring post....Dear Patry, This was a lovely and inspiring post. It made me think about what matters, and that isn't something that happens very often. I hope your writing's going well! Sometime, I'd love to hear about what you're working on. xoxo, LilyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-23906060163011687702008-05-28T19:58:00.000-07:002008-05-28T19:58:00.000-07:00Oh my god, Robin: that's got to be the nicest comp...Oh my god, Robin: that's got to be the nicest compliment I've ever gotten. (It's a good thing you didn't see me this afternoon when I got into a very cranky mood about my writing being interrupted.)<BR/><BR/>kyra: Thanks for sharing a little bit of your "today" and your always positive voice here.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-21338738971033498672008-05-28T13:44:00.000-07:002008-05-28T13:44:00.000-07:00beautiful. all of it. especially the reminder abou...beautiful. all of it. especially the reminder about all any one of us has: today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-8141400131620195092008-05-28T11:10:00.000-07:002008-05-28T11:10:00.000-07:00Oh...What Sue H. and Maryanne S. and basically all...Oh...<BR/><BR/>What Sue H. and Maryanne S. and basically all the others said. There's nothing I can add, other than what I am feeling right now -- that you are the most natural, unaffected spiritual person I've ever met, Patry. You really are blessed.RobinSlickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12744792508763281122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-38807894751968734332008-05-28T10:59:00.000-07:002008-05-28T10:59:00.000-07:00litpark: You make my morning shine, too. xxxSpider...litpark: You make my morning shine, too. xxx<BR/><BR/>Spider: I don't remember the words, but I think my son used to play that song on the guitar.<BR/><BR/>debra: Sorry to hear about your dad. Hope the sweet memories overwelm the others.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695927.post-79043140022051305162008-05-28T08:36:00.001-07:002008-05-28T08:36:00.001-07:00Ten years ago I was grieving for my mother and gra...Ten years ago I was grieving for my mother and grandmother who had both just died. My kids also climbed into my laps and called me Mommy. I know what you mean about your father, too. Mine had a massive stroke on Father's Day last year, and died 3 weeks later. It has been an intense year. <BR/> You have sparked many sweet and bittersweet memories with your quiet words. Thank you.debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17676300309029588465noreply@blogger.com