Getting Back in the Swing

We were on vacation last week and I simply didn't write anything. Actually, we were gone 20 days. We left the frozen north land for the warm island of Antigua. If you want to sound like a native you say an-tee-ga not an-tee-gwa.


Now back in the cold it's time for me to get to work again. I've failed in my goals so far this year. No devotions written and only the beginning of a short story. Granted the vacation cut into writing time even though I had my computer with me and did write a little. Now, though, I have to get back in the swing of writing every day.


I hope to get the guys to build a swing in my back yard. My granddaughter, who missed me very badly, loves to swing. If I had one for her it's sure we'll spend a lot of times with me pushing her higher and higher.

Robert Louis Stevenson wrote a poem titled The Swing which I recite to her.

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!


So now I need to