Monday, March 31, 2008
It's a fact. Breakfast on the beach has always been a favorite of mine. Etched in my memory is a birthday breakfast at sunrise overlooking Lake Michigan, the year I got the Rocky album. Last week we celebrated breakfast on a pier, overlooking Tampa Bay. Not bad at all, definitely a memory-maker. The Rod and Reel was the name, but we didn't have fish. The pictures can speak for themselves.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
After bedtime prayers, I used to tuck my little boys in bed and say, "See you in the morning when the sun is at its best." Due to the extensive amount of travel we've been doing these weeks, as well as my usual days away from home working, I feel I've lost out on badly needed "home time." I love being home, I love having things around me that tell me stories about our lives, and I love seeing the sun streaming in the windows especially in the mornings. So with the precious little time I have had at home this week, I've found myself stumbling around figuring out what needs my attention the most. And I badly feel the need of accomplishing a project, but there's no time for that these days. So midst my fretting the other day I stopped myself and said, "Each moment is what it is. It's what it's to be, you have done what should be done with it, and you can only do that one thing (well I do like to multi task at times). Let it go, and go for the next moment.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
The weather could not have been more spectacular as we drove a couple of hours to meet
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Somehow I became the family correspondent. In the early years of our marriage I not only kept in touch with my friends and our friends, but also Spouse's friends. Such as Yate Butler, a lankly English major and for a time, a college rommate of Spouse's. Our correspondence began in the days before keeping in touch became so quick and accessible with emails and cell phones.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I DON'T THINK I'LL ever get used to turbulence on a plane. As many times as I have flown, the fear remains. Our short flight to Chicago had more turbulence than a little flight should be allowed. I turned to frequent-flyer husband, "Is this some of the worst turbulence you've experienced?" (implying, "and you're still here to talk about it?")
SPOUSE AND I HAD A QUICK TRIP TO CHICAGO. BEFORE THE BUSYNESS of the weekend set in, we drove from the airport to the small town I grew up in (a quiet Chicago suburb perched on the commuter line.) The entire suburban area is coming out of the worst winter since we lived there when our firstborn was a baby. Even though it was bleak and cold with dirty snow piled up at the corners, warmth filled my heart as I entered the land of my childhood. Almost everything looked as I remembered--but––of course, smaller.
The memories spilled from my mind to my soul, but it was the familiarity that drew me in. As a child I was allowed to walk uptown to the dime store and hardware store, but not as far as the block the bank was on. As Spouse and I walked the streets, the sidewalks felt like home. Most of the shops were different, but I was amazed at the familiar feeling that came to me from the sidewalks.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
"What comforts me is the thought that we are being shaped here below into stones for the heavenly temple--that to be made like Him is the object of our earthly existence. He is the shaper and carpenter of the heavenly temple. He must work us into shape, our part is to be still in His hands; every vexation is a little chip; also we must not be in a hurry to go out of the quarry, for there is a certain place for each stone, and we must wait till the building is ready for that stone ..." (Charles George Gordon, 1833-1885)
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
There is a lovely blue Wedgewood porcelain lamp that has sat on my mother's dresser for as long as I remember. I've always fancied its simple urn-like lines, and and it's pure white shade. There's a crack or two I've noticed ... it has obviously been repaired but I never really knew what all that was about.