Unknowns and Whatevers Part I
Tighten the old belt
Another hole
Done that
No like strangers
In my kitchen
Away, away
Dream
Just a heads up. You may notice on my blog and in comments on your blogs, that I’ve started using the name “Maery Rose”. Some people have already started addressing me that way so I figured I’d go with it.
Okay, so I’ve been back home for awhile and so has Java, but I needed to spread out my vacation postings so as not to overwhelm you with one big, long post. Java survived her stay at the kennel, although she was pretty lethargic for a few days. She has snapped out of her doldrums…
Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else. –Will Rogers My fence passed inspection today – Yeh! While working on switching out a rotting deck railing and missing flashing between my deck and house, my contractor discovered that the deck was not properly attached to the house — like no rim…
I don’t have many of my own photos to accompany this post as I forgot my good camera and my hand-held camera’s batteries died after only a couple photos. So I stole a few photos from fellow mountain bike riders. Beyond that you’ll have to use your imagination and picture a group of about 30…
Both dogs went to the vet this morning. Java just needed a heartworm test and to get her nails clipped (as long as we were there). Latte had her third round of puppy shots, plus Bordatella because I hope to put Latte in doggy daycare a couple days a week starting next week. That should…
Will I continually start, stutter, stumble, stop. Repeat, repeat, repeat Just do it Sounds so simple Seems to be impossible Try again Do the important stuff first It’s all important except maybe cleaning the house Some things, like sleeping Are important by nature Other things are important to me It’s all timing When I have…
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“I have more than enough of everything I could possibly want or need.” Words to live by. Hang in there girl. 🙂
Beautiful! What a difference a year has made.
How is Luke?
I must wrote a great response, but lost it so now I am crabby! Great picture of you!
Great pictures and I loved the poem. Yes, grown sons can be great huh?
Sue – It’s not that I’m feeling hardship really or that I’m not happy with what I have. It’s discomfort over losing ground every month. Trying to turn the tide or just accept it may be this way for awhile.
Lori – Luke news will be in “Part II”. It was too much for one post.
Kathleen – You poor thing… I’m sure it was brilliant.
Cousin B – Thanks. How did you know he was the person I want to visit? Very intuitive.
Beautiful poem. I feel that way sometimes. You are so good with words.
I, too, am worrying about Luke. I’m thinking of you.