Tilting at Windmills: So, who gets the blog candy????

Friday, April 11, 2008

So, who gets the blog candy????

The counter clicked over past 2000, but so far no one has claimed it!

5 comments:

Suzanne said...: Don't have a clue.....I didn't realize your counter was at the very bottom of the page....sneaky hiding it way down there. I wonder who it was..........?

How are things going for you? A bi better I hope!; April 11, 2008 at 9:58 PM
Lee said...: I dunno........I go wandering and blog-hopping and completely lose track!!! LOL; April 11, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Beth said...: ???

OH-that's what I get for "juming in where I am"...never saw the counter, lol! Thanks, Suzanne, for clueing me in!; April 12, 2008 at 8:36 AM
Anonymous said...: hoping it's me but realizing it's probably not! lol; April 13, 2008 at 5:00 PM
thinker said...: hmmm.... don't know where my post went.... maybe I'll try a 2nd time?!

anyway, I know it's won't be me since I'm #2077.... but CONGRATS to whoever it is that claims/claimed the blog candy!!!!; April 13, 2008 at 6:38 PM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".