DO YOU PIN? and an UPDATE
It takes little for me to become addicted to something. Ask my good friends chocolate and diet dr. pepper. I think that along with ADD, I’m blessed with that addictive type personality. It is tremendous thanks to God who has kept me from being tempted by the things that would cause me harm. However, shoes and purses have caused quite a bit of harm to my checkbook through the years. But, lots of that has passed on away as I look more for comfort than cute nowadays. And, as of late, to be totally honest with you, food has moved in on the scene and I would like to get it off! Anyway…
These days my attentions have turned to a thing called PINTEREST.
It’s a great way to organize and categorize the things you like. You can have as many little bulletin boards as you want and then you can pin whatever you like on them. Maybe it’s recipes or funny jokes or cute shoes or jewelry or table settings…whatever. I started out with about 5 boards and now I have way more. Maybe you are collecting pictures for a room you wish to redo…this is the place to do it. Or perhaps you are picking out toys for a grandchild. This is a wonderful place to keep them all visible in one place.
THE SAGA CONTINUES…
My last post was all about my lunch date that didn’t happen. Along with the reasons why. And, so a week has past and I decided to try again to leave the house and get some errands done AND go grocery shopping. Believe me, those 2 corndogs AND the Girl Scout Cookies are long gone! Adam needed me to keep Levi for a few hours so he could set up for a shoot tonight, So, I got ready before and Sweet Levi and Don were my lunch dates and then Adam came back to gettake Levi home.
My sore throat and coughing has only progressed since last week. And until yesterday, I still thought it was just allergies. But I began to get worse last evening and through the night. By this morning, I knew I was much sicker. I called the Dr. as soon as I got up and was told to come in this afternoon.
But, here it all goes haywire. I got into my car, and noticed that the radio would not come on. At least where I was turning it on. So, I tried several other knobs…no luck there, either. I’m just guessing here, but I think when the battery died, it totally wiped the phone lady’s and the radio man’s brains free of the info Alex and I had stored. I do not know that for a fact…I’m just thinking that is the only explanation this feeble mass of brain cells can formulate.
So, no radio…just a note that says ‘PUT IN CODE’. Great. Where do you put the code…since I see no keypad or numbers to use. And. What is the code? Did we have a code? Did someone tell us a code? Did we make up a code? Why would you have to have a code to listen to a radio on a car, anyway? And, if I had a code, where oh where is it now? Can I make up a new one? Do I have to talk to Honda Pilot International Car Code Division of American Honda Cars in America, Lower Alabama Division? Is there even a HPICCDAHCALAD? And, if there is, how do I find it? Am I doomed to make all the music in my vehicle from now on? No Sirius Satelitte Radio, no FM, no AM, no ‘put in a new CD, no ‘stored CD’?
I’m in distress here, friends. And, to top it all off the telephone thingy didn’t work, either. My phone rang and the phone lady didn’t make a peep. Things are just not good in Tonjaville today. Someone has hit the mute button on my voice and someone else has hit the ‘screw it up royally’ button in my car.
I went to the doctor and have acute bronchitis, and allergic rhinitis and asthma issues and am once again bordering on pneumonia. Which is to say, I’ve got the ‘CRUD’ and I’ve got it bad.
So, today, Saturday now, I will stay in bed all day following my doctor’s instructions. We have a big celebration tomorrow at church…a 65 year anniversary with former pastors and music and youth ministers attending and participating. Two services starting at 8:30….then huge dinner on the ground at noon. Doc says ‘no way‘. I say ‘we’ll see, I surely do not want to miss this.’ So, please, friends, prayers that I will feel wel enough to attend on Sunday.
It’s 4:40 AM here in the Deep South, rainy and cool. I just had a bowl of cherrios and blueberries, took the meds from the doctor, and am heading back under the covers to emerge whenever this body-o-mine tells me to wake up.
You know I may be aging and having trouble…nigh on to mayhem, with technological things. But, one thing this girl still knows how to do is pull the cover over my head and find a sweet dream to climb aboard and ride the course. ’Nitey-Nite’ or ‘Morny-Morn’.
Shhh-hhhhh-hhh-hh………..
MY LUNCH DATE
You know how it is, don’t you? You start to tell a story and you have to think back to the very beginning. We bloggers want to be accurate and tell all the facts…ALL the facts…so that you will have a clear understanding of what it is exactly that we want to convey in the post in question. So, that’s what I did…thinking waaaaay back to the very beginning of this story.
I did a post back in November about my trip to Birmingham for Pop’s eye surgery. [He's just returned from the last check-up and all is great. He's even cleared to drive...in the daytime.] Anyway, Joy, Adam and I all went…with Adam doing the driving…in my car. It is a new car and I still hadn’t learned all the things to do to get it to do what it is supposed to do. (It is now the middle of January and I still do not know much more about it…but, I will.) I was really excited about this car because it had Bluetooth and I could use my phone while I was driving…if I really needed to. Alex and I had set it up so I just had to say who I wanted to call. And, all was well. Never mind that I didn’t know there was a lever you had to press to turn on the phone before you could say the name. I was just riding around town yelling out “Joy, Call Joy, …………. Joy, JOY…… CALL JOY!” And, no one came on to talk to me and say “dialing Joy.” I felt quite stupid. I feel quite stupid again just telling you about it. But, it’s an important part of the story.
Adam decided that since he was doing all the driving for the three days, it would be a wonderful idea to change the Bluetooth thing to answer HIS phone and talk to him. We did not discuss this prior to his changing things around. It probably happened when Joy and I were doing a little shopping before the surgery and Adam and Pop were sitting in the car waiting for us because “it will only take us five minutes.” I’m not sure. But, I was a little surprised when the phone rang and it was for HIM. I let it go because I didn’t know what he did and I didn’t know what to do to undo what he did. Plus, he said it was easy to do and he would fix it back when we got home. And, he did. Well, he thought he did.
But, when I would be driving around and my phone would ring and I would say, “Hello!”… it would keep ringing. I would say “HELLO! HELLO!” and no one ever spoke, yet my phone would keep ringing. And, when I got home, my phone would show me that Joy had called. I would call her back and tell her that “I tried to answer, but you wouldn’t say anything”…and then she asked me if I pressed the lever on the steering wheel that had the little telephone on it. She said the little picture was on there so it would be easy to see that it was the lever to push to operate the telephone. And I said, “No…nobody told me I had to push a lever to talk.” And, I’m not sure, but I think she probably thought I was stupid, too, cause that’s how sisters can be and besides she’s had her new Volvo that she could talk on longer than I’ve had my Pilot. I bet she had to take lessons or something at the Jr. College.
I explained it all to Alex, who set everything up the first time, and he said he would fix it. I have waited for weeks and one evening about a week ago, he FINALLY he agreed to walk 6 steps to my car and take Adam’s phone business out of the phone lady’s brain and put mine in. Then I had to tell the lady all the names again and say them real loud, and we got it all set. I now know there is a lever to push to answer and one to hang up and something else to do if I want to say “JOY” and have the phone lady do the hard work. I was so excited that it was all finally fixed and I was ready to hop in my car and go the first time I had need to. All was right with the world once again.
Suzanne picked up that amazing grandson of mine early on Wednesday, so I decided to go to the grocery store. When I say the cupboard is bare…I mean the cupboard is BARE!. Got in the car and turned the key…nothing happened. NOTHING! Not a sound! Not even a whimper. Oh, well, maybe I just wasn’t supposed to go to the grocery store today. Corn Dogs for supper! I told Don about it and he asked, “what did you leave on in the car?” I told him I had not even been in the car in two weeks. He said I must have because the car would not just go dead for no reason. And, I am a forgetful girl. So, I thought and thought about when I used the car last. And, I remembered. I remembered that Alex and I had sat in the car to fix my phone and it got dark while we were sitting there and I could not see those ##### levers and one of us turned a light on so I could see. Alex said “It wasn’t me!” and so I suppose that it could have, possibly, maybe have been me. But, I’m not sure.
In the meantime, my dear friend, Judy called and invited me to lunch with she and Kathy on Friday. I wasn’t going to have Levi, so I said, “SURE!” Cause they are two really good friends and I had not talked with either of them in several months.
My plans were beginning to gel. First I would make a mad dash to TJM to pick up a gift, then meet them for lunch. Then a quick (who am I kidding?) stop in Hobby Lobby and on to the grocery store. With a final stop at the drive thru window at CVS because we can not drive past there without at least slowing down and tossing some money in the window lest they think something was wrong with us!
So, Don brought a battery charger home and put it on the car yesterday and it charged all evening and all night. I rested in the assurance that when I needed my car at 10 this morning, it would crank up willingly. Alex was even going to call me on my phone to be sure it worked right when I left. I got my bath and dressed, and waited for Don to take the battery charger off the car, so I could go. He did, and I waved bye. And, nothing. NOTHING! I tell you! Not even a little try! Well, isn’t that a fine how do you do?
Because, now it was 10:45 and I was to meet them for lunch at 11:30…and my plan was already off because I had to wait on someone to slowly shave and get his clothes on and then check his mail and recheck his briefcase to make sure he had everything he needed before he left because he is a thorough man! He starts looking around the garage for who knows what…but all my stuff is in his way. So, I begin to move furniture…in my nice white, freshly ironed button down shirt…in 32 degree weather! I pulled 2 straight chairs and 2 rocking chairs and 1 wheelchair out into the driveway. I then put two boxes up on top of the 3 short Christmas trees that were packed away by me and Patty. NOW…nothing hindered anyone from getting anything into the middle stall of the garage. Nothing at all and especially not 2 straight chairs, and 2 rocking chairs and one wheelchair and 2 boxes and just a few other minute things!!!
He couldn’t find what he was looking for, so he said for me to come on and he would take me. I told him I did not want to go and sit at Olive Garden for 30 minutes and he kindly offered for me to go with him to eat breakfast and then he would take me. I had been standing outside in 32 degree weather with no jacket and my house slippers on for 20 minutes and I was chilled to the bone. My white shirt didn’t look so fresh and my hair was having a fine old time just blowing here and there, willy-nilly. So, I told him I just wasn’t going…it was too late. So, he said OK and left for work. I came in the house and called the girls and told them and then got out the heating pad for my knees. They were screaming at me….my knees, not my friends. And, it was OK, because I really didn’t feel too well. I began having a sore throat last night and I had been coughing this morning.
At 11:30, I saw his truck come whizzing into the driveway. He had gotten a set of jumper cables and managed to get his truck into the middle stall even though I had already moved the 2 straight chairs and the the 2 rocking chairs and the wheelchair back into the garage.He attached them to the car and called me to come out. He told me to “crank ‘er up”. And, I did. And, she roared into action. He had me sit there and gas it a little and then he gassed it alot and said, “Now keep these jumper cables with you so you’ll always have them.” OK. I could do that. He said for me to “go on to lunch and if my car died again, find someone to jump me off.” OK. I was NOT going to do that today. My knees were hurting and my head had started pounding. I did not tell him that. Perhaps he read it on my face. But, he said he had to go back to work. I came inside. And, I’m sure what happened next was his attempt at kindness. He came back in and said, “Here, take my truck. I’ll just take your car and keep it charged up. But, I’m really low on gas, you’ll have to stop and fill the tank!.” OK. Well…no, I was not going to do that today, either.
He left and I resumed my position on the bed. And, I have been here all day. My throat hurts and my head hurts and my nose is running and I’m running a fever and we have no groceries and I did not have a long, leisurely lunch with my friends. I did not hear about their grandchildren, nor did they hear about mine. We did not get to laugh and enjoy things that only girlfriends of long standing can.
But, it’s OK. I’ll feel better. We’ll do lunch again soon. My car will be fully charged. And, there’s 2 corndogs left in the freezer for he and Alex for supper. I suppose I’ll just have to make do with that unopened box of Girl Scout cookies…the chocolate with peanut butter ones. I’ll manage. Besides, I didn’t even have any lunch!
Good ‘ole Maxine knows just how I feel…..
THE ANGEL…GLORY
Not by my choice, but the very vast majority of the Christmas decorating falls to me. I’m not complaining…I enjoy it. And, I have seen what other members of my household call ‘looking great’….so I will gladly do it all myself. Well, it’s not always ‘gladly’…but , oh well.
Last year, my DH decided that we needed lights outside. Now, I do not know anything at all about the way you decorate…everyone has their own style and likes…but I know what I can accept and what passes as ‘NO WAY!’. Some folks have lots of white lights…enough to light up the street. Fine, by me. Some have colored lights lining the house and every tree…OK by me, too. Some have nativity scenes, or snow men, or what-have-you…all OK. As long as it is tastefully done. But, man, there are several houses in our town that have yards that look like the Christmas sections of K-M*rt and Wal-M*rt threw up all over their house and yard. No kidding, they have one of everything there is for sell somewhere for all the world to see. If that makes them happy, so be it…but it makes me start twitching. Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to write about.
When DH decided to put up the lights last year…without my approval or my coasching…it was on the evening of the night of a big Christmas party-at our house. Somewhere he came up with 7 or 8 strands of white lights and strung them through several trees in the front yard…next to the driveway…where you HAD to walk past to get into our house. Oh. My. Goodness. It was Tacky City, I tell you. It was bad. [ I like those little white lights in the trees, but there has to be a method to the display. It has to make sense, and it has to have enough lights to look like it was well thought out---not just an after thought of throwing up a few random strings of lights]. And, there those lights are still…and the cords…well there are about 8 of those thick outdoor green ones running all over the yard. But, now there is a years worth of growth of our ground cover over them. I tugged and pulled and struggled and yanked and could not get them loose. So, they are there…and there they will stay. Until HE moves them. Or until Jesus comes. Either way.
But what I really wanted to tell you is that our yard is very dark. Someone failed to include enough outside lights…and I’m just saying, I wouldn’t walk up in here in the dark. Not that anyone has any business walking up in here in the dark. There be dogs and foxes and raccoons and armadillos and snakes in these parts…and probably some things I don’t want to know about.
Back to the topic. Joy and I went shopping on Friday and while we were in T*arget, I spotted a very pretty angel in the Christmas Decor Dept. It looked so pretty standing there with a harp in her hand, I thought that it would look even better in my yard. And, so I bought it.
After all the other goodies were put away, I decided that it would be nice to put the thing together quickly and have it burning when DH got home. And, so I got busy. It was a pretty day, so I pulled up a chair and began opening the box. And, that was my second mistake. My first was buying the ’XXXXXX’ angel in the first place. But, Joy insisted. At least, I think that’s what I remember.
The box was so light that I thought there could certainly not be too much to putting it together. Plus, it said EASY ASSEMBLY…which like a fool, I believed. To start with, just pulling it out of the box was a chore. Friends…there was a bottom skirt front…a bottom skirt back…a top skirt front….a top skirt back….a torso…a right wing…a left wing…a left arm…a right arm…and a halo. ALL SEPARATE. PIECES… BUT CONNECTED WITH A LIGHT CORD !!!! This was a royal mess, I tell you. I pulled out the instructions and they had the nerve to start off. ” RELAX! WE’VE DONE ALL THE HARD WORK FOR YOU!” Oh, how they lied! In the package was also 6 of those plastic zip tie things and 4 yard stakes to hold her upright in the yard.
OK…I can do this. How hard can it be, really? Someone put one together in the store, so, so can I. And, I set about trying to separate the pieces…which you couldn’t because of the light cord. I found the bottom skirt pieces and put them together, and zip tied them together following the instructions. NOWHERE did it say, BE SURE THE LIGHT CORD REMAINS INSIDE THE ANGEL. So, I found the wire cutters and cut one of thezip ties off and put her insides back inside and used another zip tie to fix it back.
Top skirt…this was the worst of all. It couldn’t have been a straight across skirt—-no, she had to be playfully kicking her heels so as to cause one side of the skirt to raise up. However when you put both of the ‘kicked up parts’ together, the pegs would not fit into the bottom skirt. So, I tried it the other way…then the other way…then backwards…then I drop kicked Glory to the yard!!! (I had to call her something, and I figured if I gave her the name Glory, I couldn’t say bad words to her…it just wouldn’t be right).
I sat there in my chair and wondered if I could even manage to get her back into the box and return her to her home in the backroom of the Bulls-eye store. No…I CAN do this I AM WOMAN. And so I started again. I got the skirt together and I zipped it on one side…then the other. Still wouldn’t fit into the bottom pegs. Going on a search mission, I found that some of the pegs had extra paint inside them which was, in turn, blocking the pegs from fitting inside easily. I found something to clean the holes out and now the pegs could fit inside! Then I had an idea that could help me and Glory! I found my wire and my wire cutters and I wired her so tight she couldn’t breathe! But, I DID get the pegs into the holes. And all the while balancing her torso and wings on my feet and knees so her backbone (the main electrical cord) wouldn’t snap. She now looked like what you would imagine those ladies who the magicians cut in half would look like.
I pulled her torso up and fit it into the pegs. Zipped one side, then wired the other. (Why on earth would they only give you 6 zip ties for a girl like Glory…I needed at least 2 dozen!!!) Anyway…wings next. First one then the other…wired them. Then hands. Oh my! One hand keeps drooping like it has no bones. What could be wrong? It has to be this way…I’m quite sure I’ve got it right. Pull it out..put it back…still drooping. Pull it out and throw it over to the side and pick up the other arm. THE PEG WILL NOT GO INTO THE HOLE! Upon closer observation, I discover that they have changed the game on me! Now they are using square holes instead of round ones. Again, no explanation from them. Fixed second arm in and go back to first. Get it in…still droopy, but not as bad. Fit on the halo. Now, just take a good look at her and tell me if you don’t think it looks as if she is ready to backhand somebody! She is!! And, that is just where I am sitting!!!
She is a vision. Wired together within an inch of her life and one arm drooping slightly. For some reason she was leaning just enough that she would not stand on her own. OF COURSE SHE WAS. It would be way too easy for her to stand up right.
I got her harp and fit it into its pegs. Well, well, Glory. I’ve done all this work, and you won’t even hold you own harp. The ‘droopy arm’ just wouldn’t cooperate. Otherwise…she’s a real beauty. And, ‘perfection’ is not beauty, is it? Our flaws give us each our own distinct beauty.
Can you see how she’s so delicately kicking up the hem of her skirt? I think she may just have ‘dancing feet’, as well!
I pulled her out to the yard and tried her here….no, she wouldn’t go there…couldn’t stand up. How about I prop her next to the house? Not a good idea. Put her close to the little tree, and close to the conglomeration of electrical wires and socket thingy stuck into the ground. It was here that I discovered that the wires were all buried beneath the ground cover. Bummer. Lucky thing I bought my own 40 ft extension cord at the Bullseye. I prop Glory up next to the tree and plug her in. I was so anxious to see her shine and remind me that all my work had not been in vain…that she was indeed a vision of lovliness. She just stood there and stared at me as if to say, “Why did you think this would be so easy as to just plug me in? We are going to make a day of this, my dear!” And, she fell over…face first onto the cold ground…saved from a mouthful of dirt by her protruding chest.
I righted her out of the goodness of my heart. Couldn’t bear to see a Glory angel in such a state. Then I set about trying to get her turned on…so to speak. Of course, the 40 foot cord was just not quite long enough to reach the plug on the porch. Luckily I had thought to buy a 15 foot cord just in case. And, this was a case…and HOW!
She’s glowing! I leaned her up and went out to the street to look at my handiwork.. Good job, Tonja! Neighbor came by and said it was ‘real purty’. I need to move her over just a tad. I do and get the stakes out to stake her in place. No. I just thought I was. I moved her all around and she was determined NOT to stand on her own. I can fix that, says I. And, I go get the rest of my wire. And, friends, I wired that girl between 3 trees around the waist, around the head, around the skirt. She is not moving…not an inch.
I left her then. She and I had had enough togetherness for the day. She patiently waited till dark. I patiently waited till dark. Then I plugged her in and went to the street…not looking until I got all the way out, so as to get the full effcct.
And, there she stood…glowing her little heart out. A big wad of lights in her belly…a drooping arm…and a slightly askew halo….the wire reinforcements glittering in the lights. Perfect! For our house…and the people herein…just perfect!
(I didn’t realize until I saw these pictures that I planted the dear girl right in front of a bush…which makes a delightful design on the front of her skirt, don’t ya think?)
CONFESSIONS
I do not like confessions. Well…those that I have to make, anyway. And, occasionally I have to. Yes. I tend to get excited and go rip-roaring through life, and sometimes that is not a good thing. I frequently find myself having to back pedal. Not fun.
But, my DH is usually just the opposite. Ambling slowly through life is more his style. And, that gives him a chance to correct things as he goes along, or sidestep them all together. And, that is probably a much better way of living than mine…but…it is what it is.
HOWEVER…there are times when he will lose his mind…temporarily, of course…and go on a rip and a tear. In sharp contrast to the ones that I go on…his usually only last a minute or so. What sets him off is usually something that is out of place, or some perceived ‘stack of mess’…which is, in all actuality, NOT. It is usually a ’stack of things that I want to get to when I have time’. I don’t ‘stack’ junk…just the things that are worthy of my time. DH, unfortunately, has quite a different idea of ‘junk’ than I. And, therein lies the reason for this post.
I have on my island/counter/hub of activity station a large wooden box. Inside are my candles, and salt and pepper, and other things that we frequently need here. And, so, knowing his bent to pitch what he considers junk…I put a small stack of papers and catalogs inside so they would be safe from his hands. Imagine, then, how I must have felt when I walked into the kitchen this morning to go through my stack of goodies while I savored my pop-tarts…and my stack was gone. GONE, I tell you—–nowhere to be seen. In times past I have sometimes been able to rescue portions of other ‘discarded by him goodies’ from atop the garbage can. But, his latest lapse was last night….while he was gathering the trash……to put in the big trash cans to take to the street…for garbage pick-up today since Thanksgiving falls on Thursday, which is our usual garbage day. So, there was no rescue going to take place. There was no getting back what he had thoughtlessly swept into the trash. [Well, actually, he didn't 'sweep' it...he had to make a conscious decision to pick it up and discard it. Which in my book is much, much worse.] So, here is CONFESSION #1——I don’t actually remember what all was in the stack…so I cannot be specific in my fussing. I do know that I had some important coupons, and a magazine, and a catalog that I was going to order something for our sweet little grandson on his very first Christmas and which now he will never have and it’s all his fault. DH’s fault…all his.
So, what was I going to do while I sat and ate? I realize that some of you dear readers do not find it necessary to do two things at once, but I function so much better when I do. Even though it doesn’t make sense, I feel the need to do something else while eating if there is no one to talk to. And, there wasn’t at 5:30 this morning. Looking around the kitchen and the den, I didn’t spy anything that grabbed my attention. There was only one small devotional book lying on the ledge of the box. And, so, here is CONFESSION #2——-I didn’t really want to read the devotional book. I had more important things to read. Not proud of that.
But, I did pick it up. And now I can tell you, that that is what I was intended to read this morning. It is what I needed to read. And, this is the blessing I wish to share with you. There was an article there entitled The Miracle of Food. What a blessing. I have never thought of food in quite the way that this author does. The article consists of an interview with Alton Brown, who is host of several cooking shows and winner of numerous awards for his culinary talent. I offer you the link, and hope that you have the chance to read this before the big day tomorrow. But, even if it is after…the thoughts contained herein are so worth your time. Read it here…The Miracle of Food, A Conversation with Alton Brown. Go, read it now…and come back. I have something else to tell you, but you won’t understand it unless you have read the article. So, GO, I’ll wait for you.
And, now to CONFESSION #3——–I am NOT the one with the gift of service in our family. That person would be my sister, Joy. Quoting from the article…”Cooking is an act of service, an act of hospitality……No one will cook as well for you as someone who loves you and cares for you. That’s the food that nourishes above all, because of how and why it was produced. And, so cooking for our families, eating with our families—that is powerful stuff.” Joy is in charge of Thanksgiving for our family. She has planned it…she is cooking it…she will set it all up at Pop’s house…and she has already told me- she will do all the cleaning up. That is a gift of service.
[I disdain cooking. It never goes right when I do. Someone always complains about this or that...and rightfully so. My mom was a wonderful cook...and my Mother-in-love was a wonderful cook...and my sister is a wonderful cook...and my daughter-in-love is a wonderful cook. And, I think that is plenty of wonderful cooks in any family!!! Seriously, I can cook, but I have never enjoyed it. And, now we have a gas stove which shoots fire at me everytime I turn it on and an oven with so many buttons and pings and dings and sounds it makes you nigh unto crazy just trying to preheat it!] But, back to Joy…
And, this is not the only area she gives of herself. She watches over all the members of her family with love and care and understanding. She serves our church by sharing her musical talents as our church pianist, and she loves and cares for so many of the older members of our church. She keeps in close contact with so many of them, and especially those who were friends with Mom. And, she is the major ‘go to person’ for Pop. She shoulders most of the load in doing things for him and with him. I cannot tell you what all she does, and she would be upset with me if I did. I am so often tied up with Alex and my own health issues, but Joy is always there. I thank her and love her for all she does for us our family. You have heard me say before how my boys love her. And, she, them. We, as the Townsend/Owens/ McKibben family are blessed beyond measure to have her as ours.
To end, CONFESSION #4—–I am still upset about my ‘stuff’ that DH threw away… guess I’ll just have to start a new stack!
Thanksgiving—-it has come to be thought of as most about the food…and that is important. And, it’s not such a bad thing really. Because it serves as a reason for our families to get together…to eat together…to laugh together…to recall blessings together…to pray together.
May God bless you and yours with health, happiness, and peace……and lots of laughter!
About Me
I am a Christian woman who has survived 56 years on the planet. God has blessed me with a wonderful family: husband, 3 sons and a dear DIL. I also have dear friends to keep me inspired. I am an artist of sorts and am finding my way through the great blessing of retirement. I recently retired after 20 years as a music teacher. Life is good!
My Parents
Me & Don
Gatherings
