First learn, then teach.
Errand Day
I’m up and dressed; my list is made. Off I go!
Drop off tablecloth and red sweater at the cleaners, the little Asian man says “Thank you very muchee.” check
To the post office, one package to Oakhurst and one package to
Arizona. check
Next the OUTLETS, Legg’s etc here I come. check (it’s personal)
Lunch at Mel’s, I like the Chili burger, no onions please. check
Oh, look, Pier One, hmmm, not on the list, stop anyway! New pillow to go with one I bought last week, more placemats and napkins, rest of Margaret’s placemats, wreath of stars for the front door, I love it,
3 cute little shopping bags in their own storage bag, I’ll use one for gift wrapping. I might have found the nite stands, dresser, and head board for guest room when Emily moves out. No rush Em, but you know, a mom has to be prepared. add to list check
Office Max, it’s in the same parking lot. Pencils with erasers that haven’t petrified and a key board for the lap top, so I don’t get writer’s cramp. check
Batteries Plus, finally, I”m remembering to get a battery for the
camera Mom gave me. Maybe I can learn to do the picture thing on the blog, since now I can take relevant pictures. You don’t want to know how long it took me to figure out how to spell relevant correctly. Thanks Mom. check
Barnes and Noble is next, Happy Birthday Acacia, Rainbow fairy
books, Hope by Lucado for Mary, Creative Journal Writing and The Art of Thank You for me. check
Last stop Safeway, cat food, tp, cards, snacks, gift card, Happy Birthday, Courtney, sweet 16 on Saturday. check
A Subway – dinner check
Home again, home again, jiggity jig
Trying to Post a Picture
These pictures were taken July 16, 2009 at the lunch we attended after the memorial service for Aunt Hazel Helm.
Patrick, Mom, Casey, Leslie, Joe, and Clif
Mary, Elmer, Leslie, Parker, Margaret, Corbin, and Emily
The pictures are inserted, quality isn’t to good.
Mushrooms
This morning I was eating a frittata of egg, zucchini, mushrooms and olives I think. I don’t like mushrooms, so I was sitting there picking them out. It came to me that we can not be like this with God, we have to take all of his word, all of his commands, all of him, we cannot pick and choose what just tastes good but we have to just eat everything that is on our plate.
While waiting on the porch…
I have been waiting on the porch, for such a long time.
What have I been doing while I’ve waited?
I have been very busy.
1. I checked the driveway, yes, free from poison oak and stinging nettles
2. I checked the porch foundation, yes, secure and constant.
3. I swept down cobwebs of discouragement,regret and disappointment.
4. I washed the window to keep a clear vision.
5. I kept the steps de-iced with warmth, forgiveness and compassion.
6. I sat on the porch chair and prayed.
7. I washed the steps with tears.
8. I was watchful, even when busy, glancing out the window.
9. I paused often, listening for a knock.
10. As I looked down the road, I looked up.
The best part of waiting on the porch was opening the door and saying,
“Come in! I’m glad you’re home!”
July 15, Evening Tidbit
The contemporary suburban human being of a high-strung mature and mediocre intelligence has been force-fed the obvious masquerading as insight for so long that they no longer know the obvious.
—Andrea Richinsen
July 15, 1978
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, deart Margaret
Happy Birthday to you!
How do dreams feel?
Today Kelsey pledged herself to the United States Army.
As I listened to the chorus of young men and women:
vow to uphold the Constitution of the United States,
vow to defend their country from all enemies, foreign and domestic,
vow to obey the orders of the President of the United States,
and vow to obey their direct commanders, so help me God.
As I watched these young men and women hug with smiles through their tears, parents, siblings, wives, husbands, and friends.
I thought who would have thought that this is what a dream feels like.
Congratulations, Kelsey, Best of Luck, our love and prayers are with you.
It will be gone before you know it. The fingerprints on the wall appear higher and higher. Then suddenly they disappear. —Dorothy Evslin
Thoughts of Grace 