WHEN IT RAINS .....

 

The Morton Salt girl is still happily walking in the rain under her umbrella with her box of salt freely flowing even in the dampness.  Some how the expression "When it rains, it pours," always meant that when troubles came, there were going to be a LOT of troubles.  Then comes the Morton Salt girl making light of the expression. 

When my washing machine went this morning, I thought of the expression.  There were still wet clothes with which to contend.  There was a time frame within which to work it out -- not.  Bill was not in a mood to deal with it.  The repair service could not schedule me until way next week and then not at a good time. 

The church newsletter was giving me agita.  Paying the monthly bills was more agita -- more imagined than real, actually.  It's just the principle of the thing.  Money going out as fast as it comes in.  Then the camera batteries were low -- again.  And the SD card didn't seem to be downloading properly.  Time is running out for a needed grocery stop. 

All little annoyances in the big picture of things.  Perhaps that is why the Morton Salt girl smiles.  She knows the secret.  Don't sweat the small stuff.  Suck it up.  Move on.

 

SISTERS ARE THE BEST



Happiness is getting a phone call from my sister.  Jac does not do AIM or FB  chat.  So once in a while we use the landline.  And it is a great hour of talk, catching up on what is happening to us, how we feel about all of that, and how we think about it going forward.  And she can say whatever she wants, and I will accept that.  AND I can say whatever I want, and she will accept it.  Does not make a difference whether we like it, love it, condone it, hate it, doesn't matter.  We listen.  What a lost art it that?  Listening.  There ought to be listening courses.  No one knows how to do that anymore.  THESE sisters do.  We listen.  We love. Doesn't get any better than that.

 

SOME DAYS ....

 

Yup, some days  just don't turn out the way one has anticipated.

  

 

LONESOME

 

Family gone.  House is empty.  Quiet.  Really enjoyed the young voices and their activity, even their banter.  Jopa left behind the remainder of his peanuts from Five Guys.  I finished them.  Now all I have are the empty shells which are pretty much like the empty house -- stuff to tidy up and put away to get it back into the semi order that we like to live in.  The shells will go on the compost pile to settle into plant food.  The pillows and blankets and air mattresses will once again be stashed into the closet to await the next visit.  Sheets and towels into the laundry.  In a day or two it will be like no one was here.  But not quite.  I have all the good memories of us being together.
 

THE FUN CONTINUES

 

Jopa and Gabriel are getting reacquainted.  We are all reacquainting and having great fun.  Off to the Beardsley Zoo and the Barnum Museum today.  Hoping for some fun pictures.  Family dinner tonight.  Grandma is a happy camper.
 

OH NOOooooo.......

 

Duh!  Something went awry.  I had a "Friday" blog scheduled to go live at nine this morning.  Didn't happen.  Oh, Well!
 

JOY TO THE WORLD

 

Michael Martchenko illustration from The Paper Bag Princess

Jopa is coming!!!!  I am a VERY happy grandma.  Jopa is short for Joseph Patrick, almost eleven, and the youngest of my grandchildren.  Jimmy, number three, will continue on with his dad to Boston for a college visit then back again for a short bit before all return to their home in Pennsylvania. 

Uncle Jeff is going to do Family Tree stuff and we'll do some candle making and Saturday a photo opp at Beardsley Zoo.  Then the fun of downloading and 'playing' with photos.  Family Dinner.  Ooooh, I'm a happy person