Saturday, December 23, 2006


I'm taking some time off. A Sabbatical. In our hurried lives, it seems difficult to take time off, even when needed. So, the planning for time off started back in April and though I feel that I've tipped my toe into the water of it, I'm still not all wet. Will I be able to turn on the machine and redirect the calls to my replacement? Will I be able to retire from the email jungle I find myself wading through early every day? I think I must. I think it is the time. More later.

Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 22, 2006

Is anyone else tired of all the skin exposure? Low cut blouses, midriffs peaking, shoulders bare, lots of leg, skin everywhere. We used to be able to watch television without the advertising of underwear and lingerie prancing across the screen on commercial breaks. No longer relegated to the soap opera shows and late night, now it's everywhere, and well, I'm sick of looking at it. Enough already! Give us a break.

There I said it. It was hard to do without naming names but really, you know who you are. Would a bit of modesty be so difficult to manage? We're so saturated with skin and sexual imagery. Seems nothing is sold without it these days. What if we make it the measure of what we will and won't consider buying and viewing? Could have quite a ripple effect on the economy but really, when is enough enough?

Friday, December 15, 2006


Wow, what a week. That's a lot of w's.

We took a little roller coaster ride with my Mom's health this week when her EKG came back with some signs of an 'incident' meaning a heart attack at some point in time. She's been feeling a little under the weather and went to the doctor to have it checked out thinking a shot in the shoulder to help ease the pain of her bersitus (have no idea on the spelling-and not looking it up right now). So they scheduled a stress test for Thursday morning at 8:30 am and we all waited in anticipation for that trip to the doctor. Good news as all went well and she didn't have any problem getting up to the level they wanted. She still feels mighty tired and will hopefully rest a few days and see in a couple days how's she's doing. Maybe she just needs that shot after all. We're still not sure when she had a mild heart attack though so guess it'll be best to watch the stress, the diet, the weight, the cholesterol and all the other p's & q's on that list.

It does give one a chance to take a moment though and count the blessings of having a good Mom. & Dad. There are many to count. It seems when health issues pop up, it just makes us feel like holding those blessings a bit closer to our hearts. I know I had a bit of a cry myself on Thursday morning and just had to give God the fear that I was feeling. I sent out an email call to several people I know who'd be able to pray in the moment for her as well. We hang onto things pretty tight sometimes. He just wants to carry the load for us, just like He promised.

Word on the text message is that the boys are in route. We'll be doing a little more praying tonight that their path will be clear and a steady ride will bring them home safely. It sounds like they're about ready to be home for a bit.

I'll try to remember to write about the recent trip to the store to buy a new tv. Course since we haven't yet bought one the story isn't finished. Anyway, maybe later.

Enjoy your moments!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Weather and such

What is it they say about Alabama, 'if you don't like the weather, just wait a few days and it'll change':)

Yesterday the temp was 70 degrees on my back porch. It was great, I opened up the windows again. There's just something about shaking the rugs and airing them in this fresh air.

I'm attempting to add ornaments to my tree. So far the cats seem to have a habit of pulling them off for me at night. They pull off the news ones and leave the previous ones they've played with. I guess it's an initation ritual, who knows.

More paint in place on the upstairs landing. BC taped it off and painted some trim for me. I rolled on the rest late yesterday. I'm liking the transformation taking place with these soothing blue shades.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Cold morning ramblings

Twenty three degrees at eight am in Alabama. I'm sure it was colder earlier but I didn't have the heart to look. Sky is clear and blue but don't let that fool ya, it's cold. Yes, I know it's nothing like further north but this is Alabama. It's not supposed to be cold here.

I've managed to get the tree out of the box and assembled, even the lights work. This was Will's job last year and I'm thinking maybe I should have waited another week and let him do it. After seeing my cats investigate it, I'm not sure I'll be able to hang anything on it, at least nothing breakable. Should be interesting.

Pepperdine is sitting on the top of the box like King of the Hill, she remembers this from last year. Give her a cardboard box and she's moderately happy. If you knew her, you'd know what I mean. The little cat, Benjamin, is just looking at it, and imagining a good climb I'm sure. One of them has dragged the kitten doll under the tree. Now what is that all about, I'm sure I don't know. The show must go on for sure.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


More play.


The third color, Blue Thistle, is now in place. What an interesting transformation occurs when color is added. I'm always amazed.

A little play with a picture taken recently thru the window in a mirror. Digital photography is such fun.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Precious Memories

This old song was brought to memory today. We find many references to 'Remembering' in scripture.


Precious Memories
Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.

Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.

In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.

I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.

As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.