Month: September 2014
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Tree-mendous imaginations
Our kitchen stool and the ladder-chair left the kitchen and walked out to the front yard Saturday. I didn’t see them leave, but I did see them under the low branches of the pecan tree. Snugged tightly against the tree, the chair and stool served our guests with the one skill they could provide: a…
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Make Way for Ducklings
((Have you heard of this book? Please comment yes or no. We were surprised how many had NOT heard of the ducklings.)) For weeks and months, my husband spends hours poring over the computer search engines seeking out the “must see” sites for our next vacation. He plans our days, all the side trips, the…
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smile for your great-great-grandkids
It was just a simple observation overheard at the News-Times: “It looks like this picture for the obituary is a copy of their driver’s license – it has the seal of the state across it. I don’t think I can photoshop it out.” I know, I know. You hate having your picture made. You can’t…
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Klutzy day
“Having spilled my coffee all over my desk today, sprayed myself with my coke yesterday and stumbled over my own feet so that I dropped and broke my favorite coffee mug…. I have declared myself stressed and klutzy. It’s time to go home and gather up my pieces.” That was a statement I posted on…
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Play is child’s work
“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.” – Fred Rogers of “Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood.” Given a chance for imperfection, play and work merged this summer. In St. Louis, the six-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter knew what she wanted to do when I came. She…