This week in review...

Joshie boy became 36 this week. Here he is pictured with his ninety-three year old Gram. She was a big part of his life, growing up in a single parent household, and is very dear to him. ( I keep asking, HOW, he can be 36, when I still feel 39 inside.) Yeah, yeah, the outside is pushing 59, but baby, on the inside, I'm a perpetual 3-9!


Mom visited for a few days and Addie got some Gram time as well. She was a lap full but very content. Why are Grandma's laps the best?
(Addie wants to know if the plaid slipcover makes her butt look big?)



We've had stormy nights here in NE Indiana. The hollyhocks have suffered and I'm hacking them down, stems loaded with blossoms, sigh...
Twisters and downpours, and broken trees, and power outs. We were lucky here, but others were not. It's cooler this evening; birds are singing. My neighbor had a fire in her fire pit so we gathered buns and hot dogs to roast. Even the mosquitoes gave us a little reprieve.

A nice gal, who is quirky and artsy, and a soul sista, (whom I met since working at the library) has begun teaching me how to knit. So many novels are being written lately involving knitting as part of the plot, there has been a resurgence in interest in it. It was fun this morning to visit her horses, and watch the barn swallows swoop through her open barn. Their muddy nests were above the doors. She's a saint to do this, as I'm dumber than a box of rocks and stiff fingered. We'll see who ends up with the most hair in a week or so....and who has handfuls, yanked out in frustration!

Little blessings everywhere....if we just open our eyes and see them.