My college kids don't get many cards in the mail. I can work on that. But I regularly send them "thinking of you texts." Often with pictures. Sent with prayer.
In honor of the royal wedding, we donned a crown, cape, and tiara. And sipped sparkling cider. As we celebrated customer appreciation weekend at the Olympia Grocery Outlet.
I don't know when the tradition started. We like to have guessing jars for special events. Winner takes all.
If I could be anywhere else today, I would choose Pasadena. Not because it's warm and sunny. I would love to be there celebrating my sister's birthday.
It was a reunion of our former Sunday school class. And fond farewell for our friend. God gave Don Mansfield a second chance at life 30 years ago. And he made it count.
This was an Easter celebration to remember. Hearing 17,000 people sing and cheer. Praising Jesus, the Risen Savior. Watching people come forward and get baptized. In 20 heated and chlorinated pools. By the hundreds.
My mother-in-law put eggs in the goblets. But they were not filled with candy. Each egg had a verse with part of the Easter story. After reading them aloud, we enjoyed a wonderful Easter dinner. Minus our two college students who didn't make it home this weekend.
It's a low tide day. And sunny. What are you going to do? Join the 5th graders on their spur-of-the moment field trip. To Potlatch State Park.
I love simple yet creative projects. Made with love. Like the banner my sister and her three assistants made last month. They decorated it with 90 stick figures. In honor of our Grampa's 90th birthday.
So the lost puppy does not have a microchip. But while we were at the vet's office a man came in and recognized the dog. His friend's puppy ran off a couple days ago. From the area near my parents' home. I'm so glad we went to that vet when we did.
We're waiting to find out if the puppy is lost or abandoned. It showed up at my parents' doorstep and thinks it is home. We will take it to the vet tomorrow and find out if she has a chip.
That's the thing with snowbirds. They leave and then they return. So good to have my in-laws back in town. They may have brought some warmer weather with them. At least for today, anyway.
Sometimes I just sit here. With my laptop. But I'm not surfing the web. I enjoy looking through my digital photo albums. With fond thoughts.
It was family night. The school family that is. Students, parents, and teachers put on a talent show fund raiser event for the 7th and 8th grade trip to Washington DC.
Every Thursday I say I don't want to get up early. But it's my morning to check the folders in fifth grade. So I get up and go.
It started with a bouquet of flowers for my daughter's new dorm room. Now my husband sends bouquets virtually. By cell phone. Every time he sees sunflowers. My daughter can feel the love. All the way across the state.
Today I heard click click click for the last time. As I prayed for the old green truck to start. It faithfully hauled dirt, rocks, mushroom compost, bark, lumber, hardwood flooring, furniture, ladders, paint equipment, appliances (how many refrigerators?), and more. For us, our neighbors, and relatives.
We have the perfect setting for going on walks. There's our loop (one-third of a mile) or we can venture out on the walking path. So I have no excuse. Especially when the sun comes out long enough. Like today.
What will they remember me for? It is a small town, after all. When I go to garage sales and thrift stores I try to be pleasant and friendly.
Usually she is on the other side of the world. For her birthday. But not today. I could make my mom lunch. And applesauce cake. As a small token of my love and respect for such a godly mom and grandmother.
Invite one friend over. Bring out the puppets. Play some music. Record a video. Watch the video on the TV screen. Repeat.
I am definitely a city girl. Grew up in big cities like Portland, Hong Kong, and Taipei. My husband has a little bit of country in him. His family raised steer.
We love the coupons and special deals. Great bagels. Friendly staff. We drop our names in the jar. In hopes of winning a free bagel sandwich. Today the owner picked two names and was happy to see us. And save a stamp for the two gift certificates. His and hers free bagel sandwiches.
It was the perfect ending. I came home from the writers conference to find my husband had been busy. He cleaned our bedroom. And set up a writing corner for me. I love the desk he found at the Habitat ReStore. Complete with a little drawer for pens and pencils. What a guy!
My goal was to be inspired. Meet other writers. Get two books autographed. Done and done. Dr. Gerry Breshears was glad to sign the Doctrine book for his former seminary student, my husband. Plus my husband's classmate, and my friend, signed her latest book for me.
