Monday, April 30, 2018
He Must Have been Hungry
All the signs of spring are in the air and beauty is everywhere. I can't help but watch with fascination the things of nature being what they are and doing what they do. A little sparrow sat upon the banister surrounding my porch. Very quietly was he sitting in the sun. Not singing or chirping, just...
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Friday, April 27, 2018
Closed For The Day
An early morning Scrabble Chat found two old ladies (me and Sis) not only playing computer Scrabble but also making plans for the day with Jeri (friend from CA) putting in her ideas from in front of the news channel on the TV. So far, what seems to be a sure thing is migrating to Sis' place for a...
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Thursday, April 26, 2018
Profound Reflexions on Aging --copied from the Internet because I really do not feel like trying to be me and write from scratch today. I did try a couple of hours ago. I had three paragraphs with which I was halfway satisfied. I was pondering how to finish my offering when I hit the wrong thing (a...
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Wednesday, April 25, 2018
The Swift Mental Switch
The sunshine and warmth of yesterday, the blue of the sky, the busy chirping of the birds, the brightness of the blossoming trees all disappeared overnight, taking with it my mood of yesterday. I have a feeling that I am not the only one with the swift switch mental attitude. Yesterday, in...
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Tuesday, April 24, 2018
What A Way To Celebrate
I just love the Queen of England. She is and has been, since I was tiny and introduced to the fun of making and keeping scrapbooks, one of my favorite people to follow in the news. The latest news today is the best--At 92 years of age, she celebrated the birth of her latest great-grandchild by going...
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Sunday, April 22, 2018
Well, So Much For Sunday Afternoon
We celebrated with a Zarzuela--La Revoltosa--Spanish, colorful, funny and lots of lovely girls in colorful dresses with whirling skirts and lacy fringed shawls and castanets. Ribcage had trouble keeping his eyes away from the bosoms with low cleavage. What we were celebrating was the 36 th...
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Saturday, April 21, 2018
For RPresta And Anyone Else
Though it seems like yesterday, it was way back in December 2015 that I began writing the story of my Oklahoma Family. It became quite a project for me and I not only enjoyed doing it, I sent copies of it to any of my relatives who were interested in it. Some of you that are here now read it. The...
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Friday, April 20, 2018
Space Food Sticks
After the trail we had followed to get to this point, when the whistles blew, I could imagine anything and I became a little distraught. We retrieved our backpacks and headed in the direction the boys had gone. The beautiful hanging canyon continued peacefully in the same direction without...
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Thursday, April 19, 2018
The Whistles Blew
By the third summer out west, sons (almost five, seven, eight and nine) had become pretty proficient at trekking, climbing, exploring, horseback mountain trails, white water rafting, etc. Their straw hats and canteens had been a lot of places. This year, 1970, we had plans to take in the wonders of...
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Wednesday, April 18, 2018
To The Rescue (Continuation)
I didn't blow my whistle for two reasons: I didn't think they could hear it that far away, and if they did hear it, they would try to get down too quickly and fall or lose their sense of direction and get lost. Daddy didn't seem too worried and continued what he was doing, so..... "You two stay...
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