It’s Only….

These two words have started many comments this evening. It started actually late this afternoon, when looking at hubby I said, “It’s only 4:30”. It’s been one of those days. Today as I was walking, I felt like the Lord told me to be still today, not have a long list of things to do,

Juggling…

I have a faint memory from childhood of having juggling balls.  I remember looking at the direction book and practicing with them.  I think I was able to get up to three balls.  I was excited at what I could do, but when I tried the fourth ball, I became discouraged and quit. Isn’t that

Markers…

This week is Thanksgiving.  A time when we remember.  A time to point out things in our lives that we are grateful for.  A time to give thanks. Many of the things we give thanks for are situations with family, friends, people.  Activities we may have had or shared experiences that have touched us somehow. 

A Walk on the Beach…

This afternoon, hubby and I headed out to do some errands and after finishing them up, we headed to the beach.  No, not to sit and sun, but to walk, and blow the stink off. We walk on the beach often, it is a place that relaxes hubby and he unwinds.  This leads to great

Could it be possibly be?

I really dislike warm weather.  I was excited to go to San Diego at first because I was leaving the 90 degree temps that are so common here in South Carolina in September. I was excited until I realized that San Diego was hot also. I felt like I couldn’t escape from the heat.  Upon

July 3rd…

We are still in our hometown.  Writing has somehow been harder to do here.  The ideas do not flow as easily as they do when I am in my home and surroundings. Today is the third of July.  It has been  40 years since I was in town for a fourth of July.  I thought

Home smells….

As I have written, we are in our childhood hometown.  We have been here three weeks today.  The time here has been like a series of flashbacks in a bad movie…  Wherever I walk, drive, ride or roam, there are memories.  Some of them good ones too. Today, as I was walking our puppy (yes,

A Memory of My Dad…

I have several memories of my Dad, as we all do.  Some good, some not so great.  There is one memory that stands out to me this day. I remember one Saturday night going to see the movie 101 Dalmatians which, having just looked it up, was released in 1961.  It must have been around

As It Was In The Days of Noah…

Yes, I know it is Easter time and Facebook and blogs are filled with words remembering the significance of this week.  Yes, I heartily agree with all of this, but, no, this is not a spiritual post.  Just a reference. Noah built the ark, and the rains started.   Last night I was thinking of pulling

Winter Walking…

My mom died in 1966 in the fall.  That winter, walking to school was a chore.  My older sister at the time was a sophomore in high school, my younger sister was in fourth grade and I was in the sixth. The three of us would walk together until my younger sister and I headed