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Monthly Archives: February 2017

The Cushion Returns – But Where’s that Dang Mattress?

Ah ha! Remember the ugly cushion and that pesky mattress from Tuesday? We have one mystery solved. The boys returned the cushion to the chair yesterday. I imagine that their mom made them return it because no one would want a chair with no cushion, and the practical solution would be to the return the cushion. ‘But, Mom, there was a sign that said Free on it!’ would be the whiny, slurred response…

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A Good Match of a Face in a Rock and a Face in the Clouds

I went for a walk today at Harriman Park and had a blast. I found several faces in nature while at the park that I thought were good matches for the weekly photo challenge of a good match. This guy is a close up of a rock that I thought had a nice mixture of pink and grey rock melded together. Once I snapped the shot and looked at it, it looked like a face…

Rhythmic Ebbs and Flows

There is a rhythm to every neighborhood. When I was younger, I was in too much of a rush to appreciate the quiet rhythms that you find in life. I was so driven to go and get some where that I often failed to notice the beauty around me in the present. Now I make a conscious effort to appreciate the beauty around me. It took me a while to realize that life is made…

A Hammock Hideout on the Beach

Today I tilt at windmills. Today I feel like I’m pursuing dreams that are so big that I will surely fail due to hubris and ego. Today the idea of hiding out in a cozy hideaway sounds refreshing and safe somehow before I tackle Revelation at Bible study. Wanna come, too? We’ll start by flying ourselves there. Just like a plane, we’ll cruise through the blue sky and smash…

Glitter Nails, Sparkly Tiaras and a Swooshy Dress

Life was more simple when Morgan was younger. Some glittery nails, a shiny tiara and a dress that whooshed around her when she spun around pretty much made her life complete. Looking back it’s easy to see that we wasted a lot of time sweating the small things, and I know now that they no longer matter at all. Now we have entered the era of boys and hormones, and they bring choices…