My knees hurt. The swelling makes me look as if I have a football strapped to each knee. The fluid build up is so severe it oozes from my skin because it has nowhere else to go. I have taken enough anti-inflammatory medicine that by now I should have shrunk to a mere few inches… Continue reading Knees
Chapped Hands
I love winter. The snow does not intimidate me one bit. I have a great pair of cross-country skis and will use them daily. Want to build a snowman? I’ll bring the carrots for the nose. A raging blizzard is just a great excuse for baking. Yes, I love winter. Sadly, there are two things… Continue reading Chapped Hands
Paint Chips
We are doing some painting in our house. Quite a bit of painting and the most time consuming part of painting is not cutting in your edges, it’s not taking down photos and art work to patch up the holes, it’s deciding which color of white and blue to use. I never knew there were… Continue reading Paint Chips
Thick Chubby Ears
How do I tell you that he has your eyes, your freckles or your thick chubby ears? I wish you could see the funny faces he makes when he knows he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. If you were privy to his comical behavior and jokes I know you would… Continue reading Thick Chubby Ears
To be Forever in Love in the Beams of the Moon
I am going to be really sad when my little tin can is empty and there are no more "seeds". It has been fun to pull out a tiny slip of paper and unfold it to find out what the writing prompt will be. I guess it's a writer's Christmas sort of thing! Hope you… Continue reading To be Forever in Love in the Beams of the Moon
Garbage Girl
My dad started out working for a city in the mid-sixties, riding the back of garbage trucks making two dollars and fifty cents an hour, so he told me many times growing up. By the time he had three small daughters at home, it was the early seventies. He was now driving the truck, plus… Continue reading Garbage Girl
Snow Plowing, Continued…
“Faster dad, faster.” I squeal. I am sitting shotgun in his Jeep as he bamboozled a ton of snow into a mini mountain. When his plow and the snow he is pushing connect with the mountain of snow from the previous winter storm; we lunge forward with such force my little face is dangerously close… Continue reading Snow Plowing, Continued…
Free Write Friday
I added another post to Free Write Friday. I really enjoy writing these! I have been using my "seeds" from the tin can and it will be a sad day when it is empty. Happy Reading.
If I Had a Space That Felt Like Home
If I had a space that felt like home, there would be a mess throughout the house that says, “someone lives here”. The space would also have a warm and cozy feeling no matter what time of the day or year. My home would have soup on the stove simmering all day long teasing us… Continue reading If I Had a Space That Felt Like Home
Part of Me….
Ok, back at a Draft and Craft we all were asked to write down on small slips of papers writing prompts. After we all wrote perhaps a little sentence or possibly the beginning line to a favorite poem…whatever, we placed all the slips of paper into a “hat”. The hat was passed around and we… Continue reading Part of Me….
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