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It’s Trick or Treat nite here!
Decorations up? Almost done. Vampire teeth, skulls, and bones ice cubes made? Check. Candy? Check. Lasagna ready? Check. Fancy Halloween cupcakes ready to go? Check. Wine and drinks ready? Check.
Well then, LET’S PARTY!!!!
It grew to 150 feet…
As we wait today for the tree guy to come, I remember the day my mother, The Curmudgeon, and I went looking for a tree to plant here. We went to three different nurseries. I was looking for two trees one for here and one for the side garden area. Mom said she would buy one.
Finally, in the third place we tried, I found a Sweet Gum I liked, it was about five feet tall. We walked for a long while when Mom stopped, pointed, and said, “There it is. There’s the perfect tree.” She was right. It was a big leaved fast growing native shade tree, a six-foot tall, beautifully shaped Tulip Poplar.
A storm passed through here Saturday night. Lightning struck her tree. This beautiful tree that shades the entire side of the house and keeps us cooler in the summer. I’m hoping the tree guy can save most of the tree. I know we’ve lost a large part of the top…
I’ve lost Mom, I don’t want to lose her tree too.
A letter to my baby sister
Dear Mary,
I think of you every day. I thought about you today. Not one of those ‘I wish you hadn’t died and left us, I miss you so much’ thoughts mind you, but a happy ‘remember when we…’ thought. It made me smile so big and made my heart feel very light. I had a soaring of joy fill me and take wing. For once, I didn’t cry, although now that I write this, I can’t say that. I wonder, do you think of me on the odd occasion?
With love,
Me
Precious memories
Father’s day is just around the corner.
This is my father. He hasn’t been here for a long time. He died in November of 1995, but he was gone for quite a few years before then. Dad had several strokes, one finally damaged his brain enough to put him in a nursing home. He was to spend quite a few years locked in the prison of his damaged mind.
When I was a little girl he used to take me with him to run errands. He would tease me and say I was his favorite. I never thought I was, but considered it sweet of him to say so. I’m sure when he had any of the other four sisters out on excursions he would tell them the same thing.
For as long as I can remember an oil portrait of him as a young minister preaching a sermon hung in our home. That painting a few other items made any new house we moved to our home. He, on many an occasion caught me staring at his portrait, it was on more than one occasion that he told me one day the painting would be mine.
Dad is long gone and so is my mother. The dear to my heart painting is lost to me too. However, he lives on in my heart, and forever he will have residence there. There’s nothing in the world that can take my precious memories of him away.
If your father is still around, if he was a good man, hug him and tell him how much you love him. You won’t regret it.
You all have a good one!
Lovely day
What a great day for walking! Annie and I made two circuits of the park. We can’t do that on days when G walks with us. G has had a knee replaced and once around the park is all she can handle before her other knee starts to kill her. She dreads it but knows that one of these days that one too needs replacing.
We saw a wonderful sight by the second foot bridge. An elderly Lab was tootling around (doing mini laps) in a small patch of deep water. His mom was standing by keeping watch while he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Two ducks nearby were unconcerned about his company.
It never gets easy
On Friday the thirteenth in April of 2001 my baby sister breathed her last breath. A hole opened in my heart and has never healed. To have her joy, laughter, sense of humor, and smile leave this world forever was the cruelest thing of all.
I mourned her then. I mourn her now. Mary, it still feels like it was only yesterday that we spoke on the phone. I miss you. I love you.
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