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Thursday, May 28, 2015
 
  • My brother, David, made the long trip to my town to help my other brother, Michael, haul his new project home last weekend. They stopped by my house for a quick visit. As we all went out the front door an army of carpenter bees buzzed around us. 
  • I am listening for a knock on the door. 
  • One of Gracie’s friends left her a present the other day. Gracie is our calico cat who never goes outside. Nevertheless, she has many friends who stroll through the yard and entice her to sprint from window to window just so they can visit. 
  • It has been a good week. 
  • I saved three lives last week. My husband had stopped mowing long enough for a water break. As he drank, I looked down at his feet. A foot or two in front of him was a hole in the grass that I soon realized was a rabbit nest. If he hadn’t stopped for water, he might have run over the nest in his next pass. 
  • The war has begun and I have lost the first skirmish. I bought some pansies at the store last week. A six-pack of spinach jumped into my cart to keep them company. I planted the pansies and half of the spinach into a raised planter. The rest of the spinach went into the garden. A day later everything was settling in nicely.
     
  • I turned a profit on my walk yesterday. As I rounded a corner I spied two battered pennies on the ground.
     
  • Sometimes I am amazed at how much my life has changed through the years.
     
  • That was interesting. I attended a woodcarving show and exhibition this past Saturday. It was the first time I had been to one of these shows as an exhibitor. I shared a table with the president of our local carving club. Two of the other club members had tables on either side of us. 
  • It’s official. Spring has arrived at last.
     
  • A package of ferns jumped into my cart at the store today. A small bag of flower fertilizer soon joined it. I managed to escape before the entire cart overflowed with promises waiting to be fulfilled.
     
  • What a difference a week makes. Last weekend we woke up to almost a half-foot of new snow. As there was no chance of it melting on its own, we decided to shovel the white stuff off of the driveway.
     
  • Nine short years ago I became a grandmother. It seems like yesterday that I held a tiny bundle in my arms and read her the first story she ever heard while her mother listened and her Aunt Chrisie took pictures. 
  • I am a wimp. There, I’ve said it. All my courage is gone. It had been sapped by a lifetime of listening to my mother telling me to be careful, to stay home if it is bad outside. 
  • I engaged in a bit of time travel last week. We had been invited to meet our great-niece on her one-month birthday. My sister-in-law, Sue, was visiting her first grandchild. She had invited us to have lunch with her, the baby’s mother, Margaret, and most importantly, the new baby, Isabella. We were told we could only come if we promised not to call the baby Izzy. Reluctantly, we agreed. 
 
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