Friday, March 23, 2007
QUIET FRIDAY.....
Things are pretty quiet here today. We have a soft rain falling…..and the temperatures are pleasant. The grass has greened up all over and the leaves are popping out everywhere. A short drive around town made it possible to view forsythia in almost every yard. It is so bright and pretty….like sunshine scattered about from a paint can in the sky. With the bright green grass, daffodils and forsythia it is almost a green and yellow world.
Spring is such a pretty time of year. The freshness after so much brown and gray during the winter make it very special. I guess it’s the newness…..the chance to begin again that makes it such a “feel good” kind of emotion. I’ve never met anyone who had negative things to say about Spring.
We had a guest for lunch today which offered a good visit and time to exchange news around town. Sadly, each week when Opal comes, there are always acquaintances we have known who passed away the week between visits. Babies born, folks coming home from the hospital, job changes etc; Our town is a regular Mayberry kind of town where we know each other and care for one another.
Rocky is low-key today. He has had nausea again and after eating has been able to lie down and sleep through some of it. Having nausea with three children I can sympathize with him. It isn’t a pleasant feeling at all and I’ve never known any cure to get rid of it. Some things do help but not completely.
Becky will be home in another hour or so and then she only has one more week to teach. I’ll be glad when she’s finished because I am concerned for the long drive home on crooked roads and the sleep she has to fight. There will be occasional teaching on and off all summer but not to this extent. She has received high praise for the job she’s done.
Almost time to call a halt to the week. I hope it’s been a good one wherever you are and with a pleasant weekend ahead. Even though retired, it seems more fun when the weekend rolls around for some reason. Old habits are hard to break I guess.
From my mothers box: (Author unknown.)
Life is a story in volumes three,
The past, the present, and yet-to-be.
The first is finished and laid away,
The second we’re reading day by day,
The third and the last of volumes three,
Is locked from sight, God keeping the key.
Until next time, I am,
Essentially Esther
Spring is such a pretty time of year. The freshness after so much brown and gray during the winter make it very special. I guess it’s the newness…..the chance to begin again that makes it such a “feel good” kind of emotion. I’ve never met anyone who had negative things to say about Spring.
We had a guest for lunch today which offered a good visit and time to exchange news around town. Sadly, each week when Opal comes, there are always acquaintances we have known who passed away the week between visits. Babies born, folks coming home from the hospital, job changes etc; Our town is a regular Mayberry kind of town where we know each other and care for one another.
Rocky is low-key today. He has had nausea again and after eating has been able to lie down and sleep through some of it. Having nausea with three children I can sympathize with him. It isn’t a pleasant feeling at all and I’ve never known any cure to get rid of it. Some things do help but not completely.
Becky will be home in another hour or so and then she only has one more week to teach. I’ll be glad when she’s finished because I am concerned for the long drive home on crooked roads and the sleep she has to fight. There will be occasional teaching on and off all summer but not to this extent. She has received high praise for the job she’s done.
Almost time to call a halt to the week. I hope it’s been a good one wherever you are and with a pleasant weekend ahead. Even though retired, it seems more fun when the weekend rolls around for some reason. Old habits are hard to break I guess.
From my mothers box: (Author unknown.)
Life is a story in volumes three,
The past, the present, and yet-to-be.
The first is finished and laid away,
The second we’re reading day by day,
The third and the last of volumes three,
Is locked from sight, God keeping the key.
Until next time, I am,
Essentially Esther
