Some days the ground must feel like sand or mud or sludge to you. Your feet shuffle and stumble and stub up against things. Some days you ask me if you need permission to go outside, or if there's a sign-out list, or who it is you need to pay for breakfast. I know you rarely remember, but you used to take …
My Sunday Post is almost a Monday post. In fact, I'm trying to talk myself out of posting at all. But I will not listen to that voice any more. Last Thursday we made another two-hour trip to the dentist. Three trips in three weeks. But this time, since Doug wasn't under the influence of pain killers or bleeding …
It's overcast today. Warmish, but not too. Just the way I like it, actually. I opened all the windows this morning, as always, then sat down with my journal and coffee. The breeze rolled over me. And so began my list of thanks. I ran through the names which impressed themselves upon me, including the one so far away in a …
A long, long time ago, in a place far away, I married this great smile. Somewhere during the 2nd or 3rd year of "for better or for worse", and because of a night out playing ice hockey with the guys, it morphed into this toothless version. Over the years an interesting variety of bridges and "flippers" and …
It's hard to escape symbols lately. They are thrust in your face every time the TV news comes on. And as we all know, symbols can get a body worked up. And cause frustration. And misunderstanding. And turn one against another. So I've been looking for symbols that are life-giving. Not life sapping. Because I am a little sapped. Which does not …
Last Sunday, on my weekly post, I was going to include the fact I'd achieved ROY.G.BIV in my closet. Months earlier I'd complimented my husband on his new-found closet organizing, color coordinating skills. He waved across his shirts and said, "ROYGBIV" (pronounced roy-ga-biv). I'd never heard the term before. red-orange-yellow-green-blue-indigo-violet. Am I the only person on the planet who did not know that …
I could prattle on about my trip to the craft shop early this week, where a bin of hula hoops and brightly colored balls caught my eye. $3.99 the sign said. Since I'm updating the grandkids' toy box I grabbed a couple of balls, the items I went to the store for and checked out. …
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Early morning sun, hanging basket, summer flowers..... and that one, last strand of Christmas lights. Christmas lights in June. Yes, we are those people! It's interesting how the morning shadows caused me to see that strand of lights. And it's interesting how a change in routine can cause you to see something that's been taken for granted. This week marked …
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