In the airport, waiting to fly home. There was this little bird, a sparrow, I think. His eyes were alert, but he didn’t seem to be afraid. Just flew down from the iron beams to look at the waiting passengers, and pick up a few crumbs.
I’ve noticed something: children are getting older and old people are getting older.
We were in a row boat, just fishing and enjoy the afternoon, when a speed boat went cruising by, a little closer than necessary.
Is today really Ground Hogs’ Day? You know, that time in Pennsylvania when normal people of good sense dawn tuxedos and top hats to consult a very large squirrel about the arrival of spring.
This felt like Friday morning at the OK Corral. Carmel, my not so brave and fearless cat, became tangled in a plastic grocery bag. Not knowing what had hold of him, but sure it was about to swallow him, he began running through the house, knocking over the sweeper, clearing the coffee table, and causing all my IT equipment to hit the floor.
At the grocery store this week, getting ready for the snow and cold to come, there were a lot of shoppers. Some had fairly full carts, others, just what they didn’t want to run out of over the next few days.
My grandson, who is eight, begged me to let him ride his bike to school as I followed along behind. I finally agreed, telling him he had to stop and wait on me at the corners so I could catch up.
The restaurant is one of my favorites. Lots of fried food, and everything is served with lots of sauces and mayonnaise. And the bread, to die for – and if I ate too much of it that just might be the results.
Changing plains in Atlanta meant that I only had carry on, heavy carry on. As I boarded my fight, I looked for a seat that looked like it has a sturdy nearby fellow traveler, someone to put my luggage in the compartment above. He said, “Of course,” and smiling hoisting the suitcase over his head to its traveling space.
Looking at the stack of sweaters, I found one that I thought was beautiful, a really nice gift for Linda. Then I saw the bottom of the sweater and it was edged with a pink thread. No, not a pink binding –
The waitress stepped away from the table with my iced tea order and I said to my friend Carol, “So, do you have your Christmas Shopping done?” She put her fork on her plate, took a deep breath, and said “Yes,
Three are three major lies in life, at least as far as I’m concerned: “One size fits all”, “Love means never having to say your sorry?” and “If you build it they will come.”
Four and six may be a little young to help cut and then ice Christmas cookies, but it sure was fun. The boys did a fine job for their ages, of course there was cookie dough hanging on the backs of the chairs and icing on the ceiling, but outside of that , the cookies were perfect.
On the floor with my knee bleeding, my grand son said to me “are you okay Grammy, did you break anything.”
Happy Thanksgiving, I hope it was anyway. You see, I’m writing this on Wednesday before thanksgiving.
Out the kitchen window, in the set back of the house, is a rosebush. Remembering it is mid November, and the weather has been frosty for a few mornings, I was amazed to see the full flower of a pink tea rose.
My kitchen is a mess, beyond the dirty dishes, the wall paper is half done, and the contents of the kitchen drawers are on the dinning room table.
This morning at 6 a.m. I came to a very important realization, I need a new alarm clock. This one keep’s waking me up.
Food is one of those things that is pretty much required to live, yet it is so easy to become addicted to it.
On the Pennsylvania turn pike, there is an area called “Town Hill.” The turnpike is on a mountain side, with a huge valley sever hundred feet below. It is beautiful.