One autumn evening

There’s something about a sunset.  I’ve heard there’s also something about a sunrise, too, but I’m far more likely to experience sunsets than sunrises.

Every 24 hours the sun signs off for the day.  Some days it’s just a quick goodnight with no kiss of beauty.  Other times God paints a sunset so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. That’s a fact.  Sometimes a sunset can take me away to one particular evening in 1970.  Kind of odd that one particular sunset has been etched permanently in my memory.  But it is. Continue reading “One autumn evening”

Inexplicable mysteries of my gray matter. Subtitled: If I Only Had a Brain

As we watched the KU game against Stanford a few days ago, I wowed everyone in the room with my vast knowledge of Stanford’s coach Jerod Haase and where he grew up, the two colleges where he played college ball, and his coaching history that began in North Carolina, as well as giving a brief verbal synopsis of the book he wrote titled “Floor Burns”.   To clarify the facts, “everyone in the room” was merely myself, the hubby, and our dog.  In order of wowed-ness, the hubby was least wowed.  The dog came in at #2, and that just leaves me to top the list of most wowed by my vast knowledge. Continue reading “Inexplicable mysteries of my gray matter. Subtitled: If I Only Had a Brain”

Snowy happiness. In my own backyard and far, far away

There is snow in the forecast this week. First snow of the season?  We’ll see.   Last year we had approximately 150 flakes of snow total during the winter here in the South of Kansas. But a couple of winters ago we were blessed with probably record amounts of snow. The ground was covered a lot of the winter. And I  made a new friend. Continue reading “Snowy happiness. In my own backyard and far, far away”

From shelf life to finish line.

For the past few years every August when I celebrate my birthday, I do what probably many of you my age do…. wonder how many more birthdays I’ll be blessed to celebrate.  My dad’s life ended when he was 64.  At the time I was 17 and thought “at least Dad had a good long life”.  Ha.  64 is so very very young. The closer I get to it, the younger it seems. Continue reading “From shelf life to finish line.”

Shelf Life — A look into my pantry. Brace yourself.

With Thanksgiving being last week, I spent a lot of time standing in my pantry, perusing the shelves for ingredients needed to make recipes that I only make once a year.  Not that I only use these individual ingredients once a year, but from the looks of the expiration dates on some of these items I clearly do not cook often enough. Continue reading “Shelf Life — A look into my pantry. Brace yourself.”

Benton and Bunny

My folks had three teenage daughters when they discovered they were expecting a baby.  Pretty sure my dad, Benton, at age 47 just knew his son was finally on the way.  One last chance to carry on the family name.  Oh the gloom that must have been thick in that hospital nursery the first time he glanced down and thought “No son.  Not now.  Not ever.”  In fact many many years later I came across the bundle of greeting cards that my parents received after I was born.  Some of them had all the happy exuberance of sympathy cards. Apparently the whole world, or at least all of Ottawa County Kansas, was sad for them.  “Well, you must be disappointed you didn’t get your boy.”  Stuff like that. Just dripping with happiness and encouragement. Continue reading “Benton and Bunny”

Nostalgia. A side effect of cleaning

Now that I’m sort of semi-retired, my leisurely breakfasts often include thinking about cleaning.  And occasionally, my thoughts become actions.  Some of  my closets are now phenomenally clean and organized.  Some are not.  Yet. Continue reading “Nostalgia. A side effect of cleaning”

Simply B

Simply B

After much time considering starting a blog, maybe today is the day.  Or not.  We’ll see.  As brilliant as I consider myself to be with technological stuff, setting up this blog has been kind of challenging.  Yes, brilliant is really brilliant … well look at that, I figured out how to strike through text all by myself.  

If you’re looking for profound posts you may want to skip my blog. I refer to myself as Simply B for a reason.  🙅  BTW the name of that emoji is “face with no good gesture”.  Seems appropriate.  

My goal is to have this little blog be empty of politics, mean stuff, deep thoughts, or basically anything of substance.  Occasionally I may stray into meaningful topics.  But don’t count on it.  😁  I might share travel info, camping tips, recipes to make and/or recipes to avoid.  And I love Jesus….you will undoubtedly hear about Him.  But again, I’m simply B.  Nothing deep, just an encouraging word or two.  

Until next time, 
Simply B