Sep
30
2022
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It is said that everyone has a love language.
A love language is how you manifest love to another.
It is also how you desire love to be manifested to you.
It always sounded very complicated to me.
However, through the years, I saw that there is indeed a pattern.
I see it in my family as they interact with each other.
I see it in me as I love them.
It really is our default response.
Sep
27
2022
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I told myself not to miss it.
I made a mental note to take notice.
There would be time.
I just had to remember to look down.
The car I drive now was bought after I was side swiped on a country road.
The driver hit me and drove off.
My mini van was drive-able but was dented all along the driver’s side.
I was so thankful that none of my grandchildren were with me that day.
Sep
23
2022
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We are waiting for some furniture to be delivered.
The new furniture will go in our family room.
The old furniture will go into our finished basement.
A lot of moving around will be happening in a few hours.
The old furniture is leather; the new furniture is leather.
Leather lasts and lasts.
Our current furniture was bought when our youngest daughter was four years old.
She is now almost twenty-seven years old.
Sep
20
2022
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You could say it was the last hurrah of summer.
It was a lovely evening when being outside just made sense.
Two of my daughters planned the evening, with three of my grandchildren.
I was invited, which was an easy, yes.
My youngest daughter was going to be there as well with her husband and some friends.
It was an outdoor concert, which I knew would mean many people sitting on the lawn.
Since restaurants are nearby, we could choose how to have dinner.
We could eat inside, we could eat outside (cafe style), or we could have a picnic on the lawn.
Sep
16
2022
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Trees are beautiful.
As fall approaches, the trees will be ablaze in color.
The air will get chillier.
The leaves will fall and carpet the ground.
I love trees.
Oh…but my walnut tree.
It is a nuisance.
That sounds harsh, but my feelings towards it are justified.
Sep
13
2022
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I sat in the pew waiting for the service to begin.
I saw a man put something down on the pew on front of me.
I assumed he would return to it in a bit.
I moved over in my pew so that others could sit on the end.
A family came in and saw the large space in the pew in front of me.
As they were ready to sit down, they noticed what had been left by the man.
The woman looked back at me and mouthed, Are these seats taken?
There was only one person, I mouthed back, putting up my index finger.
Sep
6
2022
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I planned Grandma days with my three oldest three granddaughters.
It was my oldest granddaughter’s turn.
She decided to go to our favorite spot for hot chocolate and a doughnut.
I had two other places in mind for us to go.
We were listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack, at her request.
She wanted to hear the narration again, which explains the fairy tale.
She wanted to talk about it, so I turned off the music.
She had questions about the need for the beast to be loved and to love in return.
Sep
2
2022
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The challenge was on.
The cartoon-ish nature of the piece made me take notice.
The drawing of two feet made me wonder what this was all about.
I read it skeptically.
How smart is your right foot?
I guess there are some things the brain cannot handle.
Aug
30
2022
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How I love my morning walk.
I love the solitude.
I love what I see.
I love what I hear.
I am always amazed at how the littlest, simplest thing can be the most profound.
It is not that I am more astute.
I look for things.
I seek to be aware of my surroundings.
Aug
25
2022
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I began to take piano lessons when I was six years old.
My fingers were just barely able to reach an octave.
That was the prerequisite for my piano teacher.
My piano teacher was British, her wavy gray hair always perfectly in position.
My mother drove me to her house every Wednesday for my 4:00 lesson.
Most times I came prepared.
Sometimes I had not practiced as I should.
My teacher always knew and I was always surprised.