In the dark....

It's Earth Hour.

I'm looking down the street and I don't see many lights on.

All of our lights are off in our house. TV and computer are still on though.........guess I'm a flunkie.

I really do wonder how we will begin to manage more respectfully, the resources we've been given. We use electricity with abandon not to mention fuel, food and water.

I'm attempting to use less water...shorter showers, never leaving the tap running uselessly, less water to wash dishes (don't use dish washer). We send all paper products, plastics and cans to recycle facilities. We don't leave lights on when we're not in the room. Stuff like that.

Next it will be fuel consumption. I don't relish the thought of walking everywhere but it would most likely be better for me.......perhaps a bit unsafe.....but better for me, physically.

I do think we need to do this Earth Hour thing at least once a day and see if we can get into good habits.

We'll have to do something. The rest of the world is watching........and we need to be better stewards of all God has given us.

Just waitin'......

Not sure what for. I do know I'm waitin' for my body to start acting normal, as in no wheezing or coughing up a vat of phlegm.

Funny when your body isn't cooperating, it sends messages for your brain to nearly shut yourself down. Can't do much of anything. Tired.

I'm waitin' to get better.

Perhaps I'll take on the world when I'm feeling up to it, but then, I never was one to take on the whole world. I don't mind thinking up things for others to do to take on the world but I'm no heavy weight (so to speak, of course) myself.

Perhaps I'll just stay tuned in my little corner and wait.

God must want me to do something more with my life. Sometimes I feel like he has me by the hand but I have blindfolds on and I'm not sure if I want to take them off. Sometimes it's more scary knowing where you're heading than not knowing.

I think I'll just keep waitin'..........and peek out from the blindfold once in a while, you know, like watching a horror movie with a pillow over your face.....peeking......peeking.....until the scary part is over with.

Not sure why I feel like that. God knows.

The girl.....

How wonderful to have Brittney here with us this week. She's quite a lovely young lady this granddaughter of ours.

So, it's hair extensions, make-up, vampire books and giggling...not to mention what to wear skiing or shopping or to the show.

Reading 'til 1 in the morning because she just simply HAS to see what is going to happen to Bella. Will Edward always be there for her or will being a vampire make it impossible for their relationship to continue. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It's simply a MUST read........

Then it's catching up with friends on the phone and calling to see if Mom is missing her......as much as she is missing Mom.

She's looking forward to spending time with us at the lake this summer. We'll see how the fishing expedition goes this year. Perhaps a hat with a net will be in order......and not a net to bring the fish in from the water either!!! I'm talking like an apiary hat, the kind you wear when you work with bees. Ya. That's what I'm talkin' about.

Hope it warms up soon so we can have water in the lake, as opposed to ice.........

Break...

We were away for Easter. It's good to be home again though. It was a good Easter. We had never, in all of our nearly 40 years of marriage, been away from home for Easter. It was different and it was good. Attended a different church on Easter Sunday. Sometimes, those times make one so appreciative of what one has. Not that it wasn't a good service, but I wasn't celebrating Easter with my own church family. Church family is important to me and I miss not being with them on important occasions.

I not only had a break from P.A. (not that I need one) but it was a break from blogging. I know I never have anything of great significance to say here but they're my thoughts and that is why I blog. It was a good break from even my own thoughts!

My break from work. Well, that's a whole different story. I went back to work today with 224 emails to be read. Some, I simply deleted. Some, I read and filed. Some, I read and kept current. Others await me tomorrow. I somehow don't feel like I can keep up with everything these days. Perhaps it's because I've been so exhausted and sick that I simply don't have energy to even think about involving myself with extra things. I don't want to let people down but I know I can't do everything I used to do. It just isn't happening.

What do we do when we find we can't do all we used to do.

Relax, I guess. It's the only option left open...........

God will help me with the rest of it. Perhaps it is he, who wishes me to take a break from things that aren't really necessary. Guess I'll eventually find out.

Until then, I'll go to bed and have a good cough.........still.

ditto....

today was the same as yesterday.....except no flowers!

Cough.....cough...

cough........cough................cough..............cough.........

cough.....................cough...........cough......cough...........COUGH......cough...

cough.....cough..............cough.......cough..........cough.........cough......

Ya, well, that was my day.

Hope.....cough........yours was.......cough.......much better.

A dear friend even sent me flowers.

I'd still rather......cough....cough....cough...be at......cough....work.

March 18, 1917

This is my mother's birthday. She would have been 91 today. Missed St. Patty's by a day. But they called her Patricia anyway.

I think of all the many things about her that stay with me today. Her laugh. I can still hear her laugh. When she said something she thought was funny, she'd laugh and laugh - even though those around her didn't find it funny in the least.

She was good and kind. I liked how she treated people. She had the gift of hospitality.

She loved me, not so much in outward ways, but in ways I knew, deep inside me, that she cared about me.

She was a really great cook. She would have been proud of our children. They both now are great cooks, too.

She loved my Dad. That was always evident. They teased one another quite a bit too. Sometimes she could take it...........other times...not.

So, here's to my dear mother, Pat, who brought me into this world, and changed it to some degree, by simply bringing me into it. I thank her for the life she's given me and all she did to make my life a happy one.

Today, I thank God for my Mother......and wished she were here so I could say "Happy Birthday, Mom!"