Rollin' on the River

Ok so maybe I wasn't exactly rolling-more like floating and paddling as much as I could. Lauren and I decided it was just too hot to do any productive work and we decided to tube from Hasty to Carver on the Buffalo River. I thought it was five miles, but it's really only four-and it took us four hours. Lots of bruises later-we arrived in Carver just before a massive thunder shower and we both have some great tans to show for our efforts in spite of using SPF 50.

My day

Today started out with two texts from my sisters talking about missing Mom. It was strange that I got those particular texts because my day was planned to spend with my grandson-and thinking about him has been reminding me of her. I know that's strange, but one of our last meals together was a lunch with my grandson. She was laughing at me as I was spoon feeding him some ice cream. All of a sudden, a look passed between us. No words were actually spoken, but lots of things were said. I understood her pure joy at being a grandma. I knew how she could love nine grandkids with every ounce of her being. I know she wasn't perfect, but I do know that she knew how to love. Really love. I like to think she's passed that on to all of us. The orginal plan was to pick him up and return home just to finish some chores and take a nap. Screw it. We went to the park and played until he grabbed me by the hand and led me back to the car. Then we got his sausage and cheese kolache. We went shopping where he picked out the ugliest orange pants on the planet and we ate dipping dots. We took some pictures in a booth and drove home barefoot. When I dropped him off, he kissed me goodbye with no prodding and when I shut the door, he started to cry. It's probably wrong of me, but I started to smile. How many times had my kids done the same thing? Then when I started to get into my car, I found a penny on the ground. Somebody in heaven was thinking of me.

Lonestar - Just The Rain (2014 Video & Lyrics) song for the day

Lonestar - Just The Rain (2014 Video & Lyrics)

Cleaning out my desk

So I'm at working cleaning out my desk(I keep everything until it becomes a necessity to throw it out due to lack of space) and I'm diligently looking for some number and I run across this scribled down

Sometimes the best thing you can do is to NOT think-not wonder-not imagine-not obsess. Just breathe and have faith that everything will work out for the best.


I don't know who wrote it it or why it was in my desk but it was good to find.

Morning

Early in the morning, there's a time that seems almost magical. You can't really assign a specific time to it, but it's when the fog is just about melted off the mountains. The spider webs glisten like jewels and there's still a slight breeze left from the night before.

Garage Sale Addiction

 I know I have a garage sale addiction. I know I do and I'm trying to keep it under control. I only allow my self three a day on Friday and Saturday on the way home from work UNLESS it's a special occassion (like a community sale). See? I don't make any special trips. I'm in my car-which cuts down on large purchases and that of farm animals.Before you juge me-this is what I got for $3.75:
a christmas tree skirt-with an elaborate cut out lace fringe
2 really cool snowflake cookie cutters
a blouse
some boots to wear to feed the animals
an owl salt and pepper shaker set that came with a tooth pick holder
and a large pendant that could be put on a necklace or broach
and I had a lot of fun

Happy Father's Day Daddy

A long time ago, when I was a young girl I would often wind down my summer days playing in the yard. I'd either be in a tree or playing in the sand at the foot of the hill, but I'd be in the yard with one ear cocked towards the road. As soon as I heard my Dad's motorcycle, I would race him to our driveway. As he pulled in, I'd be there hopping up and down begging for a ride "just ONE time around the block". It was one time around the block for me, but it often became many more for him as I was the oldest of four and there were often neighborhood kids standing in line too. It never occurred to me that he might be tired or that he had just worked all day. I don't ever remember him telling me no either.  Dad, if you're reading this I want to say thanks for all those miles on the motorcycle. I want to say thanks too for being a rock after my mom died. Her death taught me that no one can ever take tomorrow for granted. I don't call as often as I should. I'm three hours away, but
there's not a day that goes by that I don't think of you. I want to  make sure you know how much I love you. I love you very, very much. I always have. I don't think I've ever told you how proud I am of you. You came from a small delta town to a big city finishing your college degrees working full time after fathering four kids. Becoming a mom came easy for me, I had the best teacher in the entire world. You never had that luxury. You never knew your father's love  or discipline or had his guidance. You had to self teach yourself a whole lot of things. All in all, I think Gramps would have just as proud of you as I am but for the record I love you more.