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Power Outage!
Early morning storms and those who know me know that I love BIG weather; that’s what began just before dawn. My dogs, however, hate storms, in fact, Shadow actually moves a chair to get behind and under it, where he whines incessantly. Soleil, not the brightest dog on the planet, seems lately to take his…
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A Special Woman Update 2012
This post is an update of the birthday post published last year in honor of my favorite Auntie Arlene, whose birthday is today. Much of the post is not new, just made current. I spoke with her an hour ago, wished her well, told her I loved her and we’ll get together in the next…
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Happy Birthday Hattie!!
Now there’s a name you don’t hear too much anymore, Hattie, in this case short for Henrietta, my Grandma Buelow who, if she was still with us, would be 121 years old today. She passed away at age 85 and played an important role here at Her Father’s Homestead. She came as a young bride…
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What’s in a Number?
Stats, ugh, I’m so not a numbers person, witness my go-round with algebra in the last year. Those who know me know this, and know also that I believe health issues are a private matter, to be shared if so desired, but definitely not anyone’s business if you choose to keep it to yourself. As…
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Catch-Up?
Playing catch-up? Very often these days, I seem to be in catch-up mode; tonight is no exception. With algebra going fairly well, but still time-consuming, and daily life with all that entails, things are good though the pace is frenetic. What keeps me grounded? My faith, for sure, and the things I’m looking forward to…
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… and a Time to Dance Part Two
We talked yesterday about another of the Homestead’s children passing away, my Aunt Henrietta. The day she died was one of those days you remember things about. Later in the day I hopped on the lawn mower and rode around and around with memories tumbling through my mind. Here I am on a lawn tractor…
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A Time to Mourn … Part One
Note: I began drafting this post a few days after the passing of another of the Homestead’s children, my aunt/godmother. I’d like to expand on it now and honor her memory. A time to mourn and a time to dance; that’s the complete phrase. Not an original title by any means, but so appropriate. Another…
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There Was a Time …..
There was a time when the night before Ash Wednesday would have my attention more for what was happening at Mardi Gras in New Orleans and Rio than for any spiritual meaning. Tonight is different. I’ve had an interesting week and am feeling very blessed! I was given insight into a situation that had been…
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Smiling at this Lenten Memory
Who knew when deciding to embark on the next 30 days to leaving the Shoulds and an Illegitimate Ruler behind that it would coincide beautifully with Lent? Well, Someone knew and ya gotta love how these things work out 🙂 So my Lenten journey it will be. I’ve never been one to “give something up…
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What’s in a Word?
A quick peruse of Roget’s online Thesaurus gives many synonyms for the word hopeful. My favorite? There are several, but blithe and buoyant just kind of roll off the tongue. I love words and languages, and words, as I am known for saying, matter. And frankly, I’ve been witnessing some challenges with words. Are the…