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Showing posts from November, 2008
The other day I was feeling as if I was just in a survival mode. I wasn't in the mood to be thankful for our cozy home, beautiful yard, lovely children and grandchildren, numerous friends, and plenty. Nope! I wasn't thinking about those things at all. I sat myself down to read the comments on my blog. When I see someone new has dusted me, I follow his/her link, because I'm nosy. That's how I happened to visit MoziEsmé (an American toddler growing up in Mozambique. Her mommy and daddy are volunteers with Maranatha Volunteers International.) I smiled at the cute pictures and stories (yes, grandmothers are suckers for little dimples and curls.) But I quit smiling when I got to her post entitled Zimbabwe Again . I think I've heard little bits and pieces about Zimbabwe in the news. But I had not paid attention long enough to actually understand the truth about what is happening there. Please take a moment to read her post. She quotes an E-mail fro
Mariposa, author of Mariposa's Tales , is hosting Fun Monday today in celebration of her 3-year blogging anniversary. Thanks lady, and CONGRATULATIONS! The topic she chose is High Moments in Our Lives : I f you could share to us 3-5 high moments in your lives...this could be funny moments...the you can't believe you did it moments...the "I told you so" moments...or the times we asked the ground to go open and eat us moments! You need not write a book to explain them, the highlights will do. I chose the humiliation event. If you dare.... Read on: * * * * * It was just an ordinary Saturday -- as ordinary Saturdays rolled those 15 years ago. My youngest daughter, Mandy, invited a new classmate to join us at the region’s best shopping center. (60 miles away.) We had an understanding at the mall. I kept track of them, but stayed my distance. (As any un-cool mother must do so as not to embarrass her 12 year old daughter.) We had a fun shopping day
I quit my job. It wasn't something I planned. A voice said "I quit." When I turned around to see who had spoken, there was no one to claim the decision except me. If your own words and actions are unrecognizable, then it is time for search and rescue . (Before it becomes just a recovery operation.) Tomorrow will be my first day unemployed. Yes, it is very poor timing. No, I don't have a solid grasp on my compass. Maybe, it will all work out for the best for everyone. Here goes...
I have been tardy for every occasion the past few months. So it is with posting my first Thematic Photograph hosted by Carmi. He is one of my favorite Wordless Wednesday participants. About last week's theme he said, " Basically, anything th at lines up is fair game." I blog in an agricultural valley, so it was easy to find photographs that I could use with "rows" that I had snapped over the past year. It is my pleasure to present to you: Food for more than thought . grapes apples wheat Carmi at Written, Inc is an inspiring read. You really ought to click over to his blog and enjoy his creative vision.
I had a dream last week that I actually remembered the next day. My Aunt Delores made an appearance in it. Delores, who will be 88 this month, was married to my mother’s younger brother and is the last surviving member of that generation. She still drives to the grocery store, to church, and to her volunteer shift at the local hospital gift shop. She also babysits her 2 year old great granddaughter every weekday morning. She's a good cook and a great conversationalist. There is really nothing elderly about my aunt except her age. In my dream, the hubby and I were on a trip to California. Our return trip included plans to pick up Delores, who was visiting her son in the Bay Area. We were shocked when her son asked us also to drive one of his companies huge semi-trucks back to our town. I probably was tossing and turning at this point in the dream. I just didn’t know how we were going to drive both vehicles safely. I knew that the hubby would have to dr
Someone else had the same idea today as did I. A walk in the park. I doubt she left her house with the thought that her distant image would show up on a stranger's camera, much less a blog. Whoever she be, I appreciate her accidental posing for me with such grace. A few weeks ago I would have sworn that we would be knee-deep in snow by now. But, here it is, November 2, and the fall weather has been most appealing. We trudge through carpets of leaves and sparkling showers of much needed rain. I lift my thanks for the sunshine that sneaks between the clouds and smiles through all the colors. I do love autumn.