Summing it Up...

Now, that I'm on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Right now, I'm blessed to feel more content with life. I believe that kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!

Sunday, November 04, 2012

Poopie, doopie, doo...

We all have our own idea of heaven. Not particularly what heaven is like once our journey on earth is over...but our dreamy idea of what we think heavenly delight is here on earth. I do believe...other than being surrounded by grandchildren that don't live 700 miles away...this, would be mine. Ahhh, surrounded by corgis...... I cannot believe that lil' Emmy Lulu is old enough to be getting her kindergarten photo taken. School pictures have come a l-o-n-g way since my day back in 1957, and my kid's pics in '80-'81.
Living so far from the grands, and then seeing this photo, I realize just how much we have missed of their lives. It burns my butt. We get one go round, and I'm not happy missing out on so much. Granted, living closer could make the "big kids" uncomfortable...but, a nearby town...close enough to babysit, share holidays, being able to see them more than once or twice a year would be delightful. When we were rv'ing, we were able to see more of the kids, and be housed in a campground nearby. We could do our thing, and visit, and then go away. Perfect for everyone. We hope, and pray we'll be able to do that again, now that we're on the wrong side of 60. Retirement can't come fast enough. Will it ever happen? Sigh, we're wondering. Surely there is a money tree we can shake to make this happen. Why the heck do we have to be old and gray and bent and spent before we can retire and live, live, live? The last of my hormones must be kickin' in. It ain't pretty is it? Grrr, hear me roar!??

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Fall Rites

There's just something special about Fall. The smells, the sounds, the sights of it just evokes so many memories, all pleasant. Well, except for that necessary raking, raking, raking. Overall, the sunshine on colored leaves, those impossibly blue skies, and the crisp air is enjoyable for all. People pull out their soup and cobbler recipes. Crock pots get the dust blown off them. Jackets and long sleeved clothing that we haven't thought of for months, feel oh so good to put on! Socks and flannel and afghans are pulled out of bottom drawers! Today just seemed like the perfect day to pull out the portable fire pit on wheels from the garden shed and use up that nice dry wood from 2009, leftover from our RV'ing days. Boy! Did it burn fast! The corgi girls sat at our feet as we encircled the warmth. Later, we brought out the hot dogs and enjoyed them as we gazed into the glowing coals. The day was overcast and cool. All the right elements for the rites of Fall.

Y'all come back now...

Y'all come back now...

Everyone is special, and counts!