Easter weekend brings time for self reflection —-
Easter weekend brings time for self reflection. It’ a good thing.
The events of Good Friday make me feel so very humble and blessed.
When working on a quilt project for an entire day in the basement sewing room – it feels acceptable. When sitting in a soft chair in the living room for the afternoon crocheting on an afghan it makes me feel like I am goofing off. It boggles my mind.
Memories define us. Memories deliver us. Memories are who we are. Memories are not just about what we have done, but point us to where we are going in our lives.
A quart of milk is not only $2.88, but also requires having several hours to make the four-block trip. The sun brings people out to chit chat in the grocery aisles. One would think they had been snowed in all winter.
Today I felt as if I were living in a snow globe. Multiple times the sun would peek out and in a heartbeat the snow flurries were so dense the view across the street disappeared.
Today I had the same idea I had in the mid 1960s when we lived on the farm: back entryway floors should be wood slats with a pull out drawer under the slats to dump all the spring muck and dirt that gets dragged in.
March 4th 2014 – This pencil thin ice cycle is the only one on our buildings. You know its been a long cold spell with no warm days in between when even the ice cycles have thrown in the towel.
“Be sure you plant your feet in the right place and then stand firm.”
—Abraham Lincoln
We have no carpeting in the house. Our clothing is much like any retired couple — not the latest or the greatest. Where on earth does all the lint accumulate from. Nary a batch can go by without removing a little bunny-sized mass of lint in the dryer screen.