How well I recall the day I learned my family was poor. The news didn’t come from my parents. I often heard them having lively conversations about finances early in the morning while they were eating breakfast. While I was exercising my sloth-like tendency to sleep late. I heard them, but it was never serious enough to fully awaken me.
Since Mom’s death in 1993 I’ve been the family member most involved in my developmentally disabled/intellectually challenged oldest sister’s care. Sharon has been so blessed with wonderful care where she lives in a group home. (THANK YOU GOD!!!!).
One of my favorite Christmas gifts ever was from my sister Lois. I was eight or nine years old, she was 16 years older than me and, in my little girl eyes, quite wealthy. She was a Medical Technologist and worked in a hospital laboratory in a big old hospital. 😜💲💲💲 What was this magnificent gift, you ask? A Scrabble board game. I was ecstatic. Seriously!!
Tyler State Park. Our final campground in Texas. This picture was taken on a hiking trail near our campsite.
There’s no end to Texas. I’m certain of that. It is vast and so diverse topographically.
Our stay in Texas was initially going to be 6-8 weeks. Due to various circumstances we were only there a bit shy of 4 weeks. But even if we’d spent all 8 weeks touring Texas we could never have seen it all. We shall return. I want to see more. Continue reading “Texas, the final chapter. For now.”→
For the last several springs and summers we’ve taken frequent camping trips to local lakes. And the Mr. worked remotely from our RV. While he worked, I did, uh, very little. Mainly spent time outdoors in exquisitely beautiful surroundings, hanging out with the Creator.Continue reading “Where’s your sense of adventure? Stay tuned.”→
Rarely do I prepare a recipe for the first time and have the Mr say, “That was restaurant quality”. But this evening, it happened. I suppose his response could have been triggered by the fact that he’d not eaten one bite of food since an early breakfast this morning. Starvation can make any entree more palatable. But we both found it quite tasty. And you know I didn’t go all day without eating. That never happens. Continue reading “Emergency recipe post”→
The year was 2006, the month was March. I’d been longing to be a grandma for oh so long. Prayers were prayed, decisions were made to adopt, and we traveled to Guatemala with our daughter and son-in-love and Grandma Cindy to meet the baby who would be our very first grandchild.
“Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.” Words from an old Beatles song. I’m old enough to have listened to it when it first came out many, many, many years ago. About the same time I started wearing makeup. About the same time teenage acne made its unwelcome appearance on my young face. About the same time my confidence and self image plummeted. The face in the jar by the door became my routine, my shield against insecurity. I really never used very much makeup, honestly just enough to feel comfortable with the girl in the mirror. Not always a successful endeavor. Continue reading “For Real”→
Have you ever found yourself laughing in a totally inappropriate setting for laughter to occur? Like loud laughter with potential snorting? And nothing you try can stop your laughter. With tears streaming. You might manage to stop but then right away have a trigger that starts it up all over again. The struggle is real.Continue reading “Unfortunate LOL. And 911 Humor.”→
The dentist office has historically been a very unlikely place for me to receive words of encouragement. My oral cavity has been the location of a lot of drilling and bridgework and excavation…. seriously there should be tiny little orange cones in my mouth most any day of the week. Always a work zone of some sort.
Once upon a time in the land of my childhood, there was an alley running between our property and the neighbor’s property. You don’t see too many alleys anymore, especially in big cities, but in our small town they were a significant part of life. Kids could congregate there, learn to ride bikes without traffic, play with their friends. And trash was collected in large steel drums generally placed near the alleyway. Periodically you could light a match and revel in the pleasure of watching your trash burn.
A few months ago I was in my mom-in-law’s house with her. My eye caught sight of a vase I’d not seen before and I said, “Wow, that is gorgeous. I love it!”. To which she immediately and without hesitation emphatically said, “Take it. It’s yours. I do not need all this stuff.” And she waved her hands around the room.
Thanksgiving. Time to make the list. The “what I’m thankful for” list.
You know the drill. Most lists have the same items on them year after year no matter who is writing the list. “My family. My friends. Food. Shelter…”
Gratitude is a good habit to practice. One time several years ago I sat down and quickly wrote 100 things I was thankful for. All the wonderful good things in my life I could think of. It was good medicine for my attitude and kept me happy for, oh, maybe 10-20 hours. Continue reading “The worst everything.”→
If you had the option to live your current life here on earth forever, would you choose to do so? We recently went to a play put on by a local high school. Tuck Everlasting. It was a new story to me. Is it new to you? If so, I’ll tell you a little bit about it quickly and painlessly:Continue reading “Would you?”→
For the first twelve years of my education I attended the same school system. Tiny little town, tiny little school, tiny little class sizes. There wasn’t much mobility in family life back then, so for the most part the class members in Kindergarten went through all 12 years together and graduated high school together. Continue reading “Subliminal learning. The beauty of failure.”→