Leslie said, “this is how it’s done.”
No Mom! Said Jake, THIS is how it’s done!”
Now wait, says Grandma, this is how it’s REALLY done!”
(Videography by Joscelyn Studios)
It’s been a quiet winter, writing, that is. My life has been full of family, paint, and work. Those things are not bad, they are things that keep me busy, keep me from thinking deep within. Which is fine, we all need a break from ourselves, don’t we?
Those that do follow me, you’ve seen us painting. The painting continues because we are interrupted by life happening! My goal is the end of this month! Then little things can be accomplished, but the massive undertaking will be done and I can live my life again, in rooms that need to be experienced by me. I see the sun shining in my large living room, and it needs me to enjoy it! (weekend project–the dining room!)
I spent an exciting evening watching my son, the principal, do a “shoot out” with the competitor school principal between basketball games (yes, it was basketballs!).
Oh what fun! My family brings me great joy.
I babysat last weekend and the little ones were so absolutely adorable! Little Miss thought she would really “be really bored” while the old folks watched 1963 (I believe) “Great Race” with Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon and Natalie Wood. Surprise! She couldn’t wait to see what Professor Fate would do next! And, one of the highlights of our weekend was the trip to McDonald’s. It is, after all, “our kind of place.”
Little Boy loves his boots from Grandma and Ross
So, as you can see, it’s been a very busy winter. It’s March 11th, and for the second weekend in a row, we are experiencing the brutal temperatures of winter! I sure do look forward to spring. I hope my British Soldiers can hang in there!
A short story
One year someone gave us their white light framed reindeer. We were the recipients because it always grazed, never lifted its head, like it was supposed to. Why we were the ones that received it, I do not recall, but there you have it.
My kids were about middle school age, I think, and way too busy to bother with any decorating, leaving it all up to me. I wondered how little they would pay attention….
I chose to move my white light deer. Every day I moved him to graze in another section of lawn.
Then one day it happened. He moved! Not only had he moved, but he was hanging from the tree (oh dear)! I did get a chuckle out of it. Took him down to graze some more.
The next time I looked, he was feet up in front of my car! Talk about laughter and the best medicine!
By the way, the prankster is now a school principal. I wonder if he tells his children this story…?
This is what the LORD says: “A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.”
My heart mourns with Rachel, whose child died unexpectedly at the jaws of the alligator. No parent should have to go through that.
My heart mourns for Rachel, who lost children in Orlando, at the hand of a madman. No parent should have to go through that.
My heart mourns the Rachel of the madman. No parent should have to go through that: that your child became a murderer.
My heart mourns for the Rachels who have lost children, who became soldiers, fighting to stop terrorism from seeping into our country. No parent should have to go through that.
In stories that are as old as time, they do.
Rachel, while it’s impossible to imagine, it is written that joy comes in the morning. Meanwhile, let me put my arms around you. I cannot comfort you, but hopefully it helps, just a little bit.
Have we really turned into a nation of crybabies, wearing our hearts on our shoulders? Where is integrity, where is their mother, who always said, “if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all?” I have been watching these potential leaders, who should know better, slam each other, each other’s spouses, stating off the cuff possible improprieties financially and morally. I am watching candidates say “well, that was the going rate…” on what they were paid for speeches, etc.
Our country is crying out in poverty. Detroit is shutting down its schools, Flint has polluted water, not suitable for drinking or bathing. There is a great number of us who cannot afford the health care that insurance providers want to charge us (and cause possible ruin to this small number…) And we, as Americans, sit here and watch the news, watch grown people, who want to rule our United States, argue about whose wife wore what, question backgrounds, etc.
Is the position of President of the United States one where there are no background checks? Think about it. I needed a resume and references. For some of the jobs I’ve taken, I’ve had to have a background check and fingerprints. And yet we’ve got candidates who have questionable backgrounds, questionable citizenship, and questionable integrity.
Upon this consideration, I did look up the qualifications for someone interested in running for the presidency. It states:
I do like what Bob Schieffer said last night on the CBS Evening News:
I wish we had a Teddy Roosevelt back. But then, he’d be questioned because of his hunting, so….